The Juizgax Foundation
Frequently Asked Questions
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How do I submit
material to the poetry pages?
Where is the
access that admits the All into the Whole?
Who spoke of
absence, and where is my coat?
When will this
site be updated?
How do I submit material to the poetry pages?
Send an email to juizgax@juizgax.com. I don’t have any stringent exclusionary policies at this point, or any arcane submission procedures. No hoops to jump through. Get in on the ground floor! I have nothing more to add.
Where are your
morals? Can’t you see I’m barely
hanging onto reality as it is? Why must
you put me through this?
When you least expect it, you will see a shining light.
Why the website?
I found myself in a stormy meadow, clumps of flowers in my teeth, running from the winds and autumn rains that beset me constantly. Where do I go? What do I do? Some day, when all of this is gone, I’ll wish I had stated, somewhere, for posterity, an indication of what I found to be worthy of saving. The strands and dissipations that continue in this life I find myself leading. Where else would you want to go, in the dissonance of wonder, the grievous losses brought about by trusting one’s environment? Our forefathers would never have been so complacent. Nor would they have taken electricity for granted. One day, when the grid melts down, this will all be gone. Gone virtually, as we are here, virtually.
Did anybody feed the cat?
In the absence of tender emotions. I speak truly. Forget the reminders of mostly vulgar language. No bad words, only bad occasions? Quite possibly. It’s what was decided for us, in the absence of information. Always certain of presents created by the meek of heart. What we profess and what we beat each other up with. It’s really all okay. Do you really want to see beyond the veil? Or see your expectations met?
What is going to happen next?
It can’t be rushed. We are where we are meant to be, in the aftermath of indecision. I left the house to buy a quart of milk. It’s only now that I can laugh about it. Or turn my head and cough. I kept my rationalizations, believing in the atmosphere. Soon it will all be forgotten.
When will this site be updated?
At irregular intervals. Our staff mainly spends its time carrying out intricate and ill-advised experiments rooted in shadow. It’s necessary to find the depth. There is always danger of hidden reefs, rocky shoals. I wish I was deaf. There was hope, once. And will be, again, as soon as we update this site. I always wanted to be famous. Now you can see where this has gotten me. It is so cold here. As opportunity and reason arise, there will be added content. Any suggestions will be gladly accepted. I can’t make it any clearer than this.
Last revised: March 7, 2003