A small army of bearded intellectuals approached the Mountain of Faith. They rode up on Raleigh 3-speed bicycles, and wore paper maché armor made from the pages of recently outdated textbook editions. Each one had a briefcase strapped to the carrier rack with bungee cords. They rode to the base of the Mountain in the …
Author Archives: David Updike
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Drawn, as I am, to polarities, I feel my being expand to cover distant points of view. My body dissolves into a thin gelatinous film as I am stretched taut between possibilities. Suspended in this manner, I am completely immobile—an ellipsoid Martyr to abstraction. In this, my larval stage, I am afforded a comfortable geometric …