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The Divine Context
Life Beyond Limbo
Mourning My Childhood
One way to avoid the grasp of the vacuous gap is to begin afresh in a place that is strange and new. To start again. Become reborn. I have noticed how Limbo inspires a sort of death amongst the Irish youth. The long-standing trend of emigration to escape a young mindset after it becomes obvious how unbearable the pain is, for any half-matured soul, to remain living near the grave of its youth. Home becomes only an aftertaste of past happiness, a reminder of what was pure free-spirited childhood. A particular street corner paired with a certain type of weather, this can send a mind back to a time of less mess…
The Smiling Skull
Let’s talk about us for a second. And not us in the sense of our egos and personalities and opinions. Not us in the sense of ourselves and the mental constructions and narratives pertaining to those selves. But us in the physical, the biological. The us beneath our fleshy groomed exterior. The bones of us. The skeletal head. The lifeless human-shaped reaper we all forget is there, propped up behind our eyes like some kind of inanimate stranger assigned to carry our lips through life. Let’s talk about the actual thing of us…
Curtis Winkelmann 31 March, 2023
STICKS
Curtis Winkelmann 31 March, 2023
Every post-collegiate get together was the same, no matter its nature. At some point in the night, we’d all flock outside in support of Sticks as he stood atop the roof’s ledge in a crucified pose and yelled out “I am Jesus Christ reincarnate!” He was every time shirtless. Even in the dead artic soul of those wicked Dublin winters that man’s nipples sought to bathe in the sharp nighttime breeze. His nascent beer belly was always beer-soaked and the curly black hairs of his bruised chest lay all flat down against his front like some smudged feathers. The Jesus Christ thing was relatively new though…