"Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself..."

...But I find it somewhat difficult to simplify who I am and what I stand for in a few simple paragraphs. I am an amalgamation of styles and tastes, a renaissance man for a new nation. I am all things, and yet I am nothing. My name is Daniel Jackson, but even that is a label that barely fits, for within me lies many personalities, clashing one with another. I am a walking contradiction.

I am Daniel Jackson, but I am also The Jack Dee Conspiracy. Man, Beast, Machine...The Eternal, the Fearsome and the Infernal...this makes little sense to you, dear reader, at this point. I'll try to explain...I call it, "The Saga of the Concrete Jungle", my war within. It is my ongoing battle with my dark sides and the inspirational fires of much that I write. While they are individual personalities, separate and distinct, they are all a part of me, the Conspiracy within.

Ah, but how mad I must sound. I assure you that I am not, or perhaps I am, just not in the way many of you are thinking...

I am a criminal, or I was anyway. Now I am a convict currently incarcerated in the Virginia Department of Corrections, where I have spent the past 12 years , so you will excuse me if my blog is ever dated. My Internet knowledge is limited to the late 1990's, as are my cultural experiences. It is not I posting my words, but my sister who lends her fingers and time to this and future ramblings I spill upon paper. Perhaps cyberspace returning to me a voice taken by the state.

Be assured that in that statement I am not trying to shuck the burden of blame from my shoulders for past actions. In no way did the state that denies me freedom, cause me to lose that freedom. I accept full responsibility for my own actions and realize the gravity of what I have done. If any faults lie with the Virginia Penal System, they lie in its daily operations, not in the circumstances that brought me here, but that is something for another time.

I will close this out by thanking my sisters for encouraging me to write this blog and for the help they are providing. Truly I was in need of a way to speak to the world. There are millions of images filling my head. Words drip from my every pore, prophecies running like hot candle wax. My mind echoes the sounds of either the most beautiful or the most frightening music I have ever heard. The imaginary takes on a life of its own and bleeds into my realities...

Again, I make myself out to be a madman and again I say that perhaps I am. The soul of the artist is rooted in psychosis and watered by insanity. It's a mad world. People are crazy. We all have our quirks, some of us just learn to bend that madness to our will and in doing so, become artists.

So here I am. An artist. A madman. A convict. A poet. A prophet...Ready to bear my soul to the spiders out there surfing or searching for a little water.

Due to my circumstances, my postings and responses to questions or comments will take a little longer than normal, as all must go through my sister for web material. Direct correspondences can be made to me at:

Daniel Jackson #1182398
Powhatan Correctional Center
State Farm, VA 23160