June 2012
Dear all,
This blog,
As the music indicates,
Somewhat prematurely
(But let that be, for a change,
A positive
Self-fulfilling
Prophecy),
Has come to an end.
*
Thanks to you,
Without whom this would not have existed.
I will not say more about that here, but
Thousands thoughts
Are here under my skin
And around those all too red words…
*
After this,
One circle of hell?,
Two ugly beasts...
Let's go for a few conclusive archetypes.
“Si vis amorem, para calamitatem!!!”
– Delicious quote after massive risotto, breaded chicken and barrels of wine with great friends…
Miracles are of no god.
They are within the very structure of the world.
Hence, they sometimes exist.
(and that’s when random stupid Fate comes in and makes me drop and break my phone… UNDR!!)
Every act of courage is rewarded.
“messenger of spring
nightingale with a voice of longing”
– Sappho, fr. 136, tr. Anne Carson
“For it was not until the body was appeased that he could come alive in his mind...”
– Samuel Beckett
A Poet Reflects
[With this delicious
Surge
Within
Whispering:
For it was not
Until
The mind was
Appeased
That s/he could
Come alive
In his body…
The way of the mind
The way of the body
Mirrorring each other.
Spinoza forever.]
“saying again
if you do not teach me I shall not learn”
– Beckett
I believe, I believe
Pink Phoenixes
May rise
Raging and desireful
From those dead ashes.
In wandering times, listening to Ian McKellen...
Helps.
“Wuyao ba ni bian chang shi fu!”
– My inner Pai Mei (Dat totally cool sentence I learnt yesterday…)
“Your absence has gone through me
Like ink through a brush.
Everything I do...”
– after W. S. Merwin, “Separation” (via proustitute)
Some Beckett quotes
Remain as tall and swift
Proud and disenchanted
As great ships
Cutting a sea of underwaves
Crossing inner bays
Interloping into
Horizons.
“So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
– T. S. Eliot, from “East Coker” in The Four Quartets (via proustitute)
“I lie here thinking of you:—
the stain of love
is upon the world!”
– William Carlos Williams, from “Love Song” (via proustitute)
“The far east. Lovely spot it must be: the garden of the world, big lazy leaves...”
– Joyce, Ulysses, (Lotus Eaters)
“Tal(l)is is a wor(l)d often ab(t)used by many pas(t)sims (I am working out a...”
– FW, 149
“… when, upon the mingling of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like...”
– Finnegans Wake, 446
“Iy waount yiou!”
– Finnegans Wake, 446.2
I suck on your soul
Like on a barrel
Of deadly wine
Liquor! liquor!
Of promised
Paradise…
I drink
I drink
My fill and more!!
And I’m empty
A crow without feathers
White and bleak under the sun of youth
Empty
Empty
Swelled
And yet, if only!, never drunk…
Haha!! I'm just like Willow!
I have the things in me.
I just don’t follow
My intuition…
(And thus
Don’t choose
My own finger…)
Ovid back in the game!!
Insane
Sadness
All around
In my blood
In the street
In my bowed head
Why, why
Have I come
To this??
Loss
Loss
Grinding me
Down.
.
.
Angels of sleep
Wheel around
Far above
Like vultures
To save me.
I hear harmonic series in hand dryers…
Question/Goal
How
Do you
(Re-)
Construct
The
Mind?
