About The Author
As for the nature of the “proper perspective” Wyman looks mostly to Jack Suss for guidance. Jack has expatriated from the corporate (territorial and municipal) citizenship of a USA that was formed under the Act of 1877. He has repatriated himself as a flesh and blood American National of Maryland, affirming his allegiance to the organic state of the Union of the original constitutional republic. Jack’s patriotic convictions are rooted in a deeply held veneration for the gospels of Jesus, and also in the acts and words of the prophets as revealed to us in Holy Scripture and as exemplified by the lives of saints.
Wyman, Jack’s contrapuntal alter ego, balances precariously on the jagged edge of consciousness. Yes, Wyman is a committed explorer of the polyphonic magic and mystery of occult dimensions. And these might be termed “meta-debris” when compared to Suss’s firm grounding in the jurisdiction of the land and soil. However, the result of their combined efforts is a literature whose supernatural and paranormal frequencies vibrate the tenets of human liberty to its core.
A multi-career virtuoso, Wyman Wicket is a hard-working creative loafer now in semi-retirement from his string of seemingly unconnected endeavors. Bereft of ambition to “be” anything further, he bemoans the decline of the authentic and agitates for the demise of TV bumperoo/techno-soul-snatching and a return to more primal simplicities.
The author is a die-hard fan of Tom Lehrer, Jimi Hendrix and the old blues masters. He also has a soft spot for old-time country & Western tunes, vintage jazz from the 1920s and ‘30s, gypsy jazz, and circus (calliope) music. Also known as Stubby Knuckles, blues piano player and singer, he has worn many other hats and walked in many worlds.
As a tireless poet-fighter against the glare of consensual reality and culture trance, Wyman Wicket stands in solidarity with truth seekers of real history, politics, science, spirituality and every human aspiration that nurtures truth, goodness and beauty. This has, of course, eliminated him from the Satanically-motivated mainstream and caused him to live a marginal existence on the frontiers of the “real.” The wicked Mr. Wicket works toward slaying the Hydra-headed dragon of cultural Marxism: hi-tech self-absorption, mindless materialism, idiocy, vacuous Bohemianism, and degeneracy of all kinds—while espousing tactical retreats to the beach (and other natural refuges) in order to maintain one’s proper perspective.
Though ever-seeking his people, he wishes to be left alone and unbothered by the tentacles of commodity fetishism, the crypto-corpocracy, and other minions from the meaningless abyss. He is a native Marylander and lives with his wife and family in an old farmhouse. When not writing, he mows the lawn, performs chronic house repairs, and executes weird tasks, as needed.