Al Dennis, Age 44, Retired

Al Dennis, Age 44, Retired

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  • SOLITARY CONFINEMENT IN THE DIGITAL AGE: The Speed of Light is Such a Shame.

    Pictured is Canada's elusive prophet of folk, Raghu Lokanathan. His magnificent song, and the beautiful community of Wells, BC, should be enjoyed here:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eq72SUln1QQ


    Here, now, is an excerpt from BEEFHAMTON:

    He could hear the men praying, chanting from another room. Andy’s heart swirled like a swallow trapped in a barn. Should he enter? He entered silently. He slipped out of his sandals. He cleaned his feet in a little basin. And his face and hands in another. He stepped into the masjid barefoot. The chanting was beautiful. It took him directly to God, Allah. He began towards the prayer room, but somehow was unable to enter, he slid into a side classroom instead, and got to his knees and put his forehead against the floor.

    Allah, he said. Allah ak bar.

    The second his forehead touched the floor a voice came at him firm, insistent, but also patriarchal … like some sort of numinous finger of Abraham Lincoln. The voice said:

    GET UP AND GO TO WORK RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE ONE MORE DAY ON THIS PAY PERIOD, THAT’S WORTH AT LEAST $200.

    COLLECT YOUR PAY ON FRIDAY AND LEAVE BEEFHAMTON FOREVER.

    NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU GET, JUST LEAVE.

    GO TO WORK NOW AND NEVER GO BACK!

    Andy lay for a moment with his head pressed against the cool pine floor. He exhaled and deflated himself with gratitude for a moment, then was up on his knees. He inhaled and exhaled, one last time before opening his eyes. He knew that when he did so he would be totally refreshed. He opened his eyes.

    On the desk in front of him was an English-Language copy of Quran.

    Andy’s mouth fell open. He winced. He grabbed the book and stood and went for the door immediately. He stuffed the Quran in his backpack, which was Will’s backpack, actually. He’d started using it when the Crybaby captured his. He wondered if he should go back to the Crybaby to reclaim his old backpack, his manifesto, before he left. He could not face this thought just yet. He hopped on his pushie, and pushed off towards the abattoir before anything could distract him from his willingness to obey what he believed was a direct order from God, Allah.

    16 min
  • SOLITARY CONFINEMENT IN THE DIGITAL AGE: As the mist leaves no scar

    As the mist leaves no scar

    On the dark green hill
    So my body leaves no scar
    On you and never will
    Through windows in the dark
    The children come, the children go
    Like arrows with no targets
    Like shackles made of snow

    True love leaves no traces

    If you and I are one
    It's lost in our embraces
    Like stars against the sun

    As a falling leaf may rest

    A moment on the air
    So your head upon my breast
    So my hand upon your hair

    And many nights endure

    Without a moon or star
    So we will endure
    When one is gone and far

    True love leaves no traces

    If you and I are one
    It's lost in our embraces
    Like stars against the sun

    16 min
  • SOLITARY CONFINEMENT IN THE DIGITAL AGE: Casting a Hex on myself

    Today, in honour of locating a 1989 loonie, I cast a hex on myself. Turning to the I Ching, I ask:


    What are the underlying causes leading me to drink alcohol and will clearly identifying them lead me from anger to sobriety and peace?


    Okay, so I tried to cram a few questions into one consultation here. 

    18 min

About Al Dennis, Age 44, Retired

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Join Al Dennis in his attempt to retire and stay retired with a little bit of net worth and a few more weeks of unEmployment Insurance coming to him from the government.