“Don’t strive after finality. Nothing is final except an idea, or an ideal. That can never grow. But eternity is, livingly, the unceasing creation after creation after creation, and heaven is to live onwards, and hell is to hold back. Ah, how many times have I, myself, been shattered and born again, how many times…
Author: John Chapman
Planting seeds, seeing what grows
Whither, American Futurism?
This essay is part of the new material written for John Chapman’s collection of essays Cultured Grugs, available now from Antelope Hill Publishing. Back to blood. Blood in, blood out, that’s the only way being an American will ever matter again. America, as it is, is an economic zone. The amalgamated stock of its founding…
Kings of Dogs and the Soldiers of Misfortune
Grayson spat in the dirt off to his side and rearranged himself against the tree so the cuffs didn’t hurt so much. “Why is a Zimbabwean mercenary, burned out on whores, sitting on a milkcrate high in the La Sal mountains of Moab, Utah? What series of events would bring about such a thing?” Grayson…
The Last Man of the Deep Wild
“A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, power lines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it.” – Edward…
The Feasts of Shame
“Humiliation with a big H denies the social world of normalized encounter. In fact, it humiliates by virtue of this denial. It tells the victims that all social norms are suspended in dealings with them because they are not human.” – William Ian Miller, “Humiliation and Other Essays on Honor, Social Discomfort, and Violence” The air was…
Sinners in the Hands of an Angry Broad
“They deserve to be cast into hell; so that divine justice never stands in the way, it makes no objection against God’s using his power at any moment to destroy them. .” – Jonathan Edwards, “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” “lol white tears” – black twitter Sinners in the Hands of an…
PissEarth, 2025
“If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their…
The Last Flight of the White Man
“How then am I so different From the first men through this way? Like them, I left a settled life I threw it all away To seek a Northwest Passage At the call of many men To find there but the road back home again” -Stan Rogers, “Northwest Passage” “Nah, I’m just a white guy.”…
The American Sun 