Phantasmagoraphobia

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Yahoo—Skinwalkers, steppin' razors, hellhounds, guijé, lwa, zombé, ciciriku, needlemen…is there no end to the invisible world? While all about us in soporific splendor, mortals quake in phantasmagoraphobia, those who have been to the crossroads or are on our way have fine ears for these spooky denizens of twilight and night. I'm damned sick and tired of sulky Euro-trash specters of western ennui and malaise! Give me Cuba, the Antilles, Jamaica and Haiti, Africa, Texas and N'Orleans, Navaholand—give me people pursued by real spooks and I'll show you men and women who live a lively life sleeping always on the border of the Land of the Dead!

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John T. Unger poet

I'm best known as an artist and designer. Relaxing makes me tense, so I tend to put in a lot of hours on diverse projects.

Before becoming a visual artist, I spent 15 years as a poet. I studied poetry at Interlochen Arts Academy, Naropa, Stone Circle and on the streets. I performed my work for years at Stone Circle, solo shows, poetry readings, and at Lollapalooza in 1996.

I still write poems, but only if I can make them fit the constraints ofTwitter.

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