THE RELIGIOUS PSYCHO KILLERS SHIT LIST

Welcome to the mind of John Scott Ridgway. Beware falling rocks and angels.

YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER WHAT THE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY CALLS THE 'WITTING.' The implication being anyone who doesn't know what is truly going on in the world is 'unwitting.' I have an academic/artist background that includes three books, oil painting, radio and tv... though mostly, I write on the web and give the words away. Better read than dead, I always say. I studyied military intelligence, cults, english, history, and philosophy, among other subjects that I took in my quest to have something to say in my work.... I am proud to say I studied under peaceful warriors, like Dr. Danial Stern, an icon in the sixties who hung out with the panthers, dealt with agent provocaters, spies.

A BASTOON OF TRUE FREEDOM IN A WORLD CONDENSED INTO POLITE CONVERSATIONS. I HAVE SITES ALL OVER THE PLACE THAT YOU CAN SEE MY OTHER SIDES WITHIN.
http://theelvesattic.blogspot.com/
http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com/

Find me on facebook at john scott ridgway... there are two of me... one is active. I trust you can figure it out. Doing a lot of stuff there. Basically showing my daily trek throughout the dozens of papers I peruse while waiting in some bush, pr parked somewhere, you know, out stalking, or whatever, you know... hunting humans, maybe... but not in an illegal way. Really.

I urge you to try out my new Jesus, blog, too. He is nothing like you have read before. This creature from the planet Heaven is mistaken for an alien, a cult leader, a terrorist.... Military intelligence agents and secrets are thrown all over in this blog.... please spread my writing whereever forfree... The book is not just for Christians. I am almost an agnostic... I, Christ... will lead you to heaven, or at least give you a lot to think about. After years of getting mostly a's in college, I can at least parrot a few things you have not heard.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

LET THE METAPHORS COMMENCE....

Metaphors are tricky little slippery slivers of soap, falling out of your hand in a prison shower.... you put them in your writing and poetry in the hope that a few folks will go, "Now, that did he mean by that black crow?" A few other folks, like me, will think, "Hmmm... I know this metaphor of black is supposed to be depression, but this writer doesn't seem to use metaphors, and if she does they are her subjective interpretations of reality. A crow in Poe does not mean the same as a crow in Don Juan's novels based on native american spirituality (which fools and youngsters think is true to life stuff).

So what does Johnny Pain think of metaphors? He tries to be funny or understood much too much to worry about a lot of metaphors. This is why hamsters in here have been a little nebulous in their meaning. Mostly, the furry little hussies and hosses have represented americans who will not be lead by a liberal, though somewhat Nazi, Johnny Pain. I am now going to take the blog a little darker. Like my early poetry and short stories.

My fiction, should you ever care to read it, is at the bottom of this blog. There are the stories and excerpts from my unpublished novel; a disturbed darkness runs through, like a a polluted black creek bubbling with some mystery chemicals. Angels and She and Iron are good examples.

So, since I have not always been playing by the rules of fiction in here, let alone keeping track of my metaphors, seeems only fair to you folk that now that I am going to write a longer narrative in here that will involved an on going use of metaphors, I want to give you all due warning.

The hamsters are going to become the troops at war.

M. is going to be the voice of reason that is hopefully, underneath all the partisan talk and heated debate, whispering in our ears.

Spike is going to become the unthinking flag waver, who just goes along with Bush.

Rick is going to be the religous guy, into crystals as the portals into different dimensions when he believes that he experiences god, who barely cares about the planet at all. He does all the little recycling things, but he doesn't botherr with the depressing aspects of the environmental crises because he expects to get his rewards on 'another dimension.' He lives across from Johnny Pain, and they share the same balcony, and certain likes and dislikes in movies and what not, that leads to an unlikely freindship (which is the basis of a hell of a lot of comedy).


I think adding this entry will make the story line accessible to readers in a way that is seldom offered in new fiction. With older, more established works, the prolouge is often a great source of what is going to happen metaphorically, and what some of the themes are about. I prefer to have as much information in my head as possible about what to look for in literature. I discovered as much about myself when I was reading Shakespeare (and let's face it, you don't get a lot of surprise endings in the better literature).

So, let me know what you think, if you are one of those hand full of people who leave messages in here.

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