Vincent St. Percival

I’m a cognitive dissident: A wayfarer of the imagination. I’m an unconventional iconoclast, half-baked mystagogue, and catatonic amateur philosopher. I’ve got a heart on fire and a head screwed on ...ver maisI’m a cognitive dissident: A wayfarer of the imagination. I’m an unconventional iconoclast, half-baked mystagogue, and catatonic amateur philosopher. I’ve got a heart on fire and a head screwed on backwards. I am an attempt at the everyman, philosophus and Fool, a lover of fate—though strung up by my fears—a boiler room hierophant, and “world on wheels”. I am an ever-transforming universalist seeking the interpenetration of the mundane and mystical. I try my hand at humility in the midst of self-promotion. I devote myself to the wind, neither coming nor going. That’s all there is at the end of the day. ... I entered the calamity Anno Domini 1991. Since then I have become a writer in various senses—a poet, editor, blogger, essayist, author of short stories, small-time journalist, and would-be novelist, as well as a freelancer-for-hire. I am originally from Austin, Texas, and currently reside in the People’s Republic of Connecticut. (I tell people I’m a dislocated suburban cowboy.) We’ll see where life takes me from here. I humbly deem myself one lackadaisical author, couch-ridden adventurer, and clownish seeker of spiritual experience, as well as an armchair revolutionary and otherwise a bullshit aficionado. (Poop-chute extraordinaire, Seinfeld devotee, and so on.) (V.V.V.V.V. A bell ringing in the empty sky...) Visit my website at The Grand Tangent {thegrandtangent.com}. I am also the chief editor of The Drunken Llama {thedrunkenllama.com} online art and literary publication. (Submit today!)ver menos