Jonathan Stone

Musician, astrologer, student of ancient philosophy. (I am trying to learn about astrology's original philosophical and psychological context.) I have a battery of love and art guns trained upon the minions of knee-jerk literalism. Humanity's most extravagant fantasies are my growth industries. We've all become musclebound literalists, driven out of our senses by centuries of specious dualism. I possess a bookshelf which could easily have gotten me burned alive a few hundred years ago, yet I am unable to find very much about evil in these mostly Greek and a few Arabic books. I am constructing a complex mechanical fortune-telling machine in the form of a bronze head similar to the one said to be possessed by St. Albertus Magnus. Um, well, ok , I'm really not. As far as I know. Arabic star-demons painted on the apartment walls of Renaissance Popes, bughouse utopian schemes, that sort of thing. I draw on these things (heterodox spiritual traditions), like so many Renaissance and Romantic Decadent artists did, to fuel aesthetic and imaginative contemplation.***A medium once told me I had been a poet in ancient China in a previous life. Apparently I, intoxicated, fell off a bridge and drowned. Too much Green Elixir back in the T'ang Dynasty left me with an incurable paradise complex.***Art, Imagination's newspaper, is the sole human endeavor which brooks no interference to the will achieving its ends. The only limitations are those imposed by the medium of choice. For the sculptor, the block. For the painter, the blank canvas. For the musician, the room full of people conversing.....Did I mention that I was a musician? I sing and play guitar. My genre- samba/bossa nova, which I secretly perform as part of a disorganized reverence to Yemanja, Afro-Brazilian love goddess. ...sailing to the Paradise of Apples in the West in a barbed wire canoe. Some beautiful fish, though...