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23 Roads to Mythville
An apocalyptic journey across America and meditation on the imposition of order in space, both cyber and dirt real. By experiential author Douglas McDaniel, who explores the mysteries of American networked life. Read more



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Ipswich at War
A few days after Sept. 11, 2001, poet and essayist Douglas McDaniel moved to Ipswich, on the North Shore of Massachusetts. A collection of poems from that period of fear and anxiety, as well as the polemic essay, "Media Arts and War."
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Glasnost Lost
As an act of defiance after the botched election of 2000, experiential author launched himself into a journey into the underworld of American life, or, what he calls: The Science of Descent. Read more



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Godz, Cars & Cannon
Experiential author Douglas McDaniel launches drives into the networked thickets of American life, looking for signs of myth and romance in the age of automotive machines.
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Many Moons the Mythville: The Collected Road Poems
Poetry written during a 10-year span of criss-crossing America in a roving-eye view of the turn-of-the-century landscape of Mythville, or, as the author puts it: "It's all a bunch of Mythville." With work from four separate books by Arizona-based author and poet Douglas McDaniel, the bard-inspired voices of Milton, Blake and Yeats, as well as the saturnine streak of early beat poesy, ring through this collection of poems and essays. From the southwestern deserts to the Atlantic and Pacific Coasts, "Many Moons to Mythville" is a foot-to-the-floor blast through the mythical roads of American life.
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Human Search Engine

The journey continues as the quest for myth in an age of information overload leads to online life as an editor for Access Internet Magazine. A story about all human search engines as they chase the ghost in the machine.
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William Blake in Cyberspace

Experiential author Douglas McDaniel takes on the visionary art and poetry of William Blake, comparing an otherworldly worldview to that revolutionary, romantic era to our own wild, wired, mythic world.
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The Kachina's Son

Poems about the Four Corners area written while author Douglas McDaniel was living in Telluride, Colorado.
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The Road to Mythville
A collection of poems on the new millennium in America, drawing from decade of bouncing across the country as a journalist and Kerouac-style poet, from the Southwestern deserts to the shores of New England and back again.
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:: Unknown 12:50 PM [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, January 01, 2002 ::
911: Prayer for America

There’s a hole in the tip of Manhattan
A hole in the soul of America
A hole in the center of our psyche
A hole in the foundation of our confidence
There’s a hole in the faith of our country
That fills churches in search of our God

There’s a crack in the national mirror
empty chairs around the family table
dark houses of our missing neighbors
Vacant desks of our absent workers

On our streets,
There's a wail from the widows with candles
sobs from the orphaned with pictures
the face breaks on the lawyer of the dead women’s husband
flags and flowers for the public servants

There’s a hole in the soul of America
Afraid with the televised pictures
Numb with the morning papers
Grieving for the land they loved
Grieving for the land they lost
Grieving for the innocent victims
Grieving for the broken families
Grieving for the friends still weeping
Grieving for the ones who fight fire
Grieving for the ones who fight crime
Grieving for the volunteers by the thousands
Grieving for the City that never Sleeps
Grieving for the City on a Hill

There’s a hole in the soul of Humanity
And I pray for all of our leaders
Good people and well intentioned
Condemned to retaliation,
Doomed to retribution
Sentenced to seek revenge

And we fear for those who go marching
Toward an enemy they can’t even see
Brave in the shadow of their fathers, Brave in the duty of history
Brave in the Madness , Brave in the Sadness, Brave in the Blindness

And I pray to the Prophets of History
Privy to the word of God
Moses on the Mountain with those Ten Commandments
We tend to ignore them, there're so inconvenient

Jesus on the Cross for the Love of his neighbors,
Jesus on the Cross for the Love of his enemies
And we love our Neighbors, when it’s in the National Interest
And we love our Enemies, when it's in the National Interest

Mohammed in the Koran with words that escape
fanatics abusing religion with hate
But the Koran is clear : "If you destroy one life it’s as if you've destroyed the whole world.
If you save one life it’s as if you have saved the whole world"
And God Cries from the tablets on Top of Mt. Sinai
Save the World
And God cries His last breath from the Cross on Good Friday
"Save the World"
And God Cries from the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem
"Save the world"
And God cries, and God cries, and God cries

There is a hole in the soul of His Children
Love can fill the hole
And God is Love
And we ask, where is God?

Strangers with shovels on the Tip of Manhattan
fill the hole
Firefighters from Chicago who drive to New York
fill the hole

Hollywood stars raise millions for victims
Benefits and fund-raisers and letters and cards
Boston Red Sox fans in Fenway Park sing we love NY
Fill the hole

And the Mayor
fills the hole
and the governor
fills the hole
and the president
fills the hole
and the media
fills the hole

The interfaith prayer services on the steps of city hall
fill the hole

Neighbors in the park with candles,
try to comfort the missing girl’s roommates
"she was on the 106th floor last Tuesday morning"

Candlelight vigils for peace
fill the hole
Young people in uniform for war
fill the hole

Flags at half mast and flags in our windows
the Star Spangled Banner and the prayer of St. Francis
The Star of David, the teachings of Islam, and the Letters of Paul
fill the hole

And the hole in our soul is our Cross
And our Cross Fills the Hole

Copyright Jimmy Tingle 2001 All Rights Reserved
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