March 2011
7 posts
Anonymous asked: Dearest Hillie,
How many years has it been, my good friend, since we were last in solid correspondence? It seems almost yesterday that we parted ways, and yet, years and years since we have last spoken. I have greatly enjoyed your words of wisdom, your splendid thoughts in written form, for they remind me all too well of my own poor dreams and observances of the world at large....
How many years has it been, my good friend, since we were last in solid correspondence? It seems almost yesterday that we parted ways, and yet, years and years since we have last spoken. I have greatly enjoyed your words of wisdom, your splendid thoughts in written form, for they remind me all too well of my own poor dreams and observances of the world at large....
"Do not go gentle..."
~H. Westchop
Oh dear reader, I worry for your safety and your mental health. Much of the difficulty in fighting the darkness, in fighting the black wind which threatens to suffocate the light, is in the revealing of delicate and unfortunate truths, such as in my previous post. It would be so easy to read of this world, to learn more of its inner workings and inconsistencies, to finally see...
The Trees That Fall
~H. Westchop
There have been many days, dear reader, when I have felt the world has crushed my spirit. “A vague statement filled with overblown rhetoric” you may say with a loud sniff, and I would not blame you, yet I implore you to suspend your belief for but a brief moment and try and ignore how typical and overwrought my prose must sound. Instead, bring yourself back to the...
I am a Woodsman
~potherbs
Okay, so imagine a tree. This tree is a giant, but he was a grandiose tree. I mean, for love and life, right? For love and life. Anyway, this tree, he is old. Have you ever walked with the redwoods? I mean, go to Muir Woods. John Muir, like an idol, right? I mean, just go there. You’ll see things, you’ll realize, you are a speck! A speck! These trees, they...
The Battle Lines Are Drawn
~H. Westchop
I have decidedly moved on from Gladwell and his banal drivel; someday I will address his exploitation of the western world’s currently abject terror of the mongrel races, but that will be another day, far from this one. I can barely allow myself to even beset my bloodshot eyes on his horrid little white book, and, even for the dear reader, I refuse on all grounds to read...
Outliers: The Denigration of the Individual and...
~H. Westchop
While it seems simple to say, nothing is too simple for the common folk,the tomfools (a word I found, an I a word found, by chance, dear readers!), so I shall repeat a phrase that I have oft screamed at the top of my lungs, my fist shaking at the moon and the stars for denying me of any and all true love: Beware the Black Wind! This phrase may mean nothing to you now, but, and...
The Binary Opposition and an Introduction to...
~H. Westchop
I am, as they say, bushwacked. The perils of the modern world weigh on my shoulders like some insidious creature latched to my back, its horrifying proboscis slowly siphoning my soul and mind. We live a reprehensible life in a series of Kafka-esque institutions concerned only with surface and vagueness, a mucilaginous stuff that clings to my every action to the point where I feel...
December 2010
1 post
Hic Sunt Dracones
~H. Westchop
When one returns to a personally meaningful obligation after a long hiatus, one cannot help but feel sheepish for their delay, for their procrastination, foolishness and utter lack of responsibility. One begins to question their ability to undertake any intellectual enterprise with any success and, as the regrets and failures fly in the face of their accomplishments and the wasted...
June 2010
3 posts
Anonymous asked: Dear Westy,
Have we learned nothing since the First Anglo-Afghan War? Why are those savages so unconquerable?!
Willoughby Quenten
Have we learned nothing since the First Anglo-Afghan War? Why are those savages so unconquerable?!
Willoughby Quenten
Birdcage Match
~H. Westchop
I am a firm believer in Aristotelian notions of moderation, and so, after my long (but meaningful!) tirade on the reprehensible state of the male-male relationship, I find it only fair to reapply my critical lens to the inane hypocrisy of the second sex, a simplistic target that (unfortunately) must be dealt with. Believe me, dear reader, I despise the feminist tradition, and would...
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Beware the Black Wind
~H. Westchop
When I imagine the dear reader, I see Raskolnikov’sordinary, the inferior, the blind, the conservative nothing, the law-abiding that “live under control and love to be controlled.” The stated goal of this blog is to reach out to this uneducated and brutish mass and feed it with wisdom, satiate it, allow it to grow and to proliferate, to provide the means and will...
May 2010
2 posts
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On the State of the Male-Male Relationship
~H. Westchop
Hiller M. Westchop. A strange name, to be sure, but a grand one, roguish and stately, reminiscent of the proud British colonels that mowed down Indians by the bushel during the Rebellion of 1857 (ah! colonial rule, things were so much simpler back then. Many times I imagine myself astride a horse with sword in hand, trampling insignificant (and pleading) minorities underhoof,...
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Prelude To Madness
~H. Westchop
When one is sad, alone, tired, frightened, broken, dead inside, a laughingstock to one’s pupils, a poor lover, somewhat overweight, nearly broke, incredibly horny, living in an incessantly modern world of obesity and urban decay and gnarled trees and unnerving sirens, one writes a blog. ”Not just any blog,” the bitter and tired one (the “one” I just...