About
My name is David M Pitchford. I am a Fringe Monkey. I began the Fringe Monkey Manifesto several years ago as a way to intellectually explore my own social condition. In previous generations, there was a metasociety called the lunatic fringe, sometimes referred to as the counter-culture and numerous other names, some more and some less derogatory.
Mostly this issued from an analysis of myself as a social being in relation to my friends and acquaintances. The people with whom I have associated all my life cover and incredible diversity when considered against the insulated existence I’ve cultivated. Living in the Midwest (US), it is easier to get caught up in homogenous peer groups than to fall into a diverse group. Most of the folks I know belong to somewhat limited social groups and clicques of similar people. I don’t really fit, per se, into several of the groups I find myself in. But I don’t really not fit, either. I belong on the fringe—like a little monkey at the edge of the firelight, watching with very little particiapation, and yet when participating becomes a key player.
I invite your comments. Share your Fringe experciences. Suggest adenda to the Manifesto. Lets build a revolution! Passive. Peaceful.
Yes, let’s build a revolution! You first.
Tell me a little more about what “our” revolution looks like, feels like; does it breathe as one breath, search with a single eye for like-minded, and will we have one fantasimo mind-meld on a starlit night in a field of red poppies? If these are all possibilities, then let the show begin. Count me in.
And, thank you for the lovely poem you left me. It’s scrumptious and was simply delicious! Kudos and a cartwheel.
Our revolution, lovely one, realizes that all breaths are taken as one - that time is but a fourth dimension, another datum in an equation we can only understand beyond ourselves (which is, ironically, the core of ourselves). Every single eye is myriad in its focus, now-here/then-there, and our mind-meld has held eternal - is now, was then, ever shall be! Starlight, red poppies, and wormwood . . . but vehicles on the road to eternity. All possibilities present themselves, and as children born of stars we may harvest what we will.
Love the cartwheel! The Kudos was scrumptious as well.
May your olive be pitted and stuffed as you will!
You have me grinning now.. Never thought of myself as a fringe monkey/free spirit. Free is something I have given up on being, most times I am trying to break out of a prison of my own making. You are right about cliques, I fall in there without being aware of it and when I become aware I want to get out, only to find out that on getting out… I belong to another Clique very much like the one I ran from. After a lot of running… I figured I could put those runs in disjointed words(what is sometimes called poetry). I havent fit, in a long while, but I have begun to enjoy my un-fit-ness.
Thank you for the compliment.
Hi, David:
I want to thank you for the great review on Lord Of Homicides for the Harrow. I really appreciate it. I’m glad you enjoyed the novel. The cover is supposed to represent the twisted view of the Second Coming as configured by The Lord of Homicides. You’re right, I do need a better cover.
Thanks again.
Dennis