The grey clouds part
Comes out no hopeful ray of light
But a piercing blast of hated heat
And with it our hopes depart
Oh cursed land!
Barren of hope and freedom
Why must we dwell
In thy cruel unyielding bosom
While our dreams lie dead, cold and fell.
As the traveller of the dusty roads
reaches the end of his journey
and for the last run his mind goads
Him, for truth is near, he is weary
And the righteous victim finds
that the author of this most gruesome of deeds
the defiling hands that perperated these crimes
are his own
For when along the dagger-path you walk
when you teeter beside the razors edge
Both sides are one
Both sides emerge
equally dark in the abscence
of opportunity
And that last instrument of denial
fades through the blood-stains of time
A futility called hope...
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Quotations
"...I hate the sun on principle: it gives little choice and permeates noxiously into every aspect of existence. Driven by our NEED for light we are forced to accept unwanted unneccessaries alongside the satisfaction of our ravaging, primal need..."
"...reading is like masturbation, rarely does one orgasm but one keeps repeating in quest for that first earth-shattering experience..."
"...thought is the sole posioner of deed. An excess: leading to hesitancy and over-calculated error; little, to risk..."
"...reading is like masturbation, rarely does one orgasm but one keeps repeating in quest for that first earth-shattering experience..."
"...thought is the sole posioner of deed. An excess: leading to hesitancy and over-calculated error; little, to risk..."
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A much maligned verse...
The queen of hearts
She made some tarts
On a hot summer's day.
Being unwise
She didn't realise
That the King of Hearts was gay
All the kings
With silver rings
And moustaches dark as soot
All except our quiet, queer King
Without the silver ring
And clean shaven to boot
But not so naive
Was our queenly wife
And she found out the truth
"Off with their heads!"
As they lay in their bed
Cried our Hearty wife
But laws have changed
Become less deranged
Now 377 is gone for life
Now bug-ger-ing
Of its odious ring
Is forever shorn
And queer-O's say
"I'M GLAD TO BE GAY!"
And the day they have won!
So the queen of hearts
She made some tarts
On a hot summer's day
Eating the tarts she made
Screwn the Jack of Spades
The King of Hearts contented lay.
She made some tarts
On a hot summer's day.
Being unwise
She didn't realise
That the King of Hearts was gay
All the kings
With silver rings
And moustaches dark as soot
All except our quiet, queer King
Without the silver ring
And clean shaven to boot
But not so naive
Was our queenly wife
And she found out the truth
"Off with their heads!"
As they lay in their bed
Cried our Hearty wife
But laws have changed
Become less deranged
Now 377 is gone for life
Now bug-ger-ing
Of its odious ring
Is forever shorn
And queer-O's say
"I'M GLAD TO BE GAY!"
And the day they have won!
So the queen of hearts
She made some tarts
On a hot summer's day
Eating the tarts she made
Screwn the Jack of Spades
The King of Hearts contented lay.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
End of Creation?
Why don't I write anymore? Why haven't I drawn for 5 years? It's a strange and irrelevant question, forgive me for lapsing into this phase of self-importance, ironically the very act of my apology to the reader implies a conceit of presuming that there IS one!
And it is this that I seek to address. I haven't drawn for ages because I was afraid of drawing, of not being able to complete my task efficently, not merely out of a lack of skill, but due to a warp in my logic, a lack of completeness in the vision of the thing I choose to represent in my art or my prose. An unneccessary, unnatural fear, not merely of being wrong, but being wrong and ignorant of its cause, in short being irremedially wrong.
I found that when I viewed paintings I had done years ago, weeks ago even hours ago, seemed empty and vapid. Not devoid of complete meaning and purpose but worst of all: lacking in perspective.
I tore them up. I burnt them and scattered their unseemly ashes.
What a fool I was! In my conceit, to believe perfection would be attained so easily! If one's goals are achieved without effort, there would be no meaning to the word GOAL then. Magic, as a force of life, would have a logic but would be devoid of a REASON for existence.
It is this realisation that helps one grow, I shared it with you; dear Reader; not to help you avoid my mistake, because that is impossible, you have to make your own unique mistakes and learn from them, but to share with you this greatest truth, that I have REASONED, and that which you have reasoned before me, or after me, is irrelevant, for in the light of the absolute truth, chronology is of least importance...
All Rational things are logical
All logical things are not rational.
That which has not a reason for existence, does not. Logic is a mere gauge of possibility of existence, not a determinant of it.
So fellow humans, do not, in pursuit of reason, be led astray by your own logic and leave the Path of Reason, and do not forget to forgive my patronising, condescending, preachy choice of prose! Humourous articles shall follow soon... Bye! Gotta paint!
And it is this that I seek to address. I haven't drawn for ages because I was afraid of drawing, of not being able to complete my task efficently, not merely out of a lack of skill, but due to a warp in my logic, a lack of completeness in the vision of the thing I choose to represent in my art or my prose. An unneccessary, unnatural fear, not merely of being wrong, but being wrong and ignorant of its cause, in short being irremedially wrong.
I found that when I viewed paintings I had done years ago, weeks ago even hours ago, seemed empty and vapid. Not devoid of complete meaning and purpose but worst of all: lacking in perspective.
I tore them up. I burnt them and scattered their unseemly ashes.
What a fool I was! In my conceit, to believe perfection would be attained so easily! If one's goals are achieved without effort, there would be no meaning to the word GOAL then. Magic, as a force of life, would have a logic but would be devoid of a REASON for existence.
It is this realisation that helps one grow, I shared it with you; dear Reader; not to help you avoid my mistake, because that is impossible, you have to make your own unique mistakes and learn from them, but to share with you this greatest truth, that I have REASONED, and that which you have reasoned before me, or after me, is irrelevant, for in the light of the absolute truth, chronology is of least importance...
All Rational things are logical
All logical things are not rational.
That which has not a reason for existence, does not. Logic is a mere gauge of possibility of existence, not a determinant of it.
So fellow humans, do not, in pursuit of reason, be led astray by your own logic and leave the Path of Reason, and do not forget to forgive my patronising, condescending, preachy choice of prose! Humourous articles shall follow soon... Bye! Gotta paint!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
High Hopes
Just saw the video yet again... haunting... lilting melodies carried on the breeze that bring tears to the eyes. Melodies? Sacriliege to call them just that... Visions of beauty that rip one out of disillusionment, carrying them away to the ZONE the ultimate destiny of the ones to be truly marked.... the TRIP the aura exuding a mystical power over something above mere senses, somethings connecting at a fundamental level to the mind, unhindered by chains of delusion or impossibility, something pure... transcending reason... transcending life. The essence. The reality. To be there.
I love you Syd Barrett... Gilmour... Waters...
Mary my Mary my Jane my pain! Where art thou when I'm in need!
I love you Syd Barrett... Gilmour... Waters...
Mary my Mary my Jane my pain! Where art thou when I'm in need!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Phoenix as a mythological symbol
The phoenix is one of the oldest mythological symbols known to man and also the one most cloaked in reverence. The mention of this mystical bird dates back to the egyptian civilization over 3500 years ago when this was known as Bennu, the Ancient Greeks believed it to have its origins in phoenica and hence they called it the Phoenix, derived froom their word for the flame-red colour that this bird was generally believed to be. There are proofs that the Garuda of Vishnu in Indian mythology as well as the Senmurv in Persian and Feng Huang in Chinese mythology as well as the Zhar-Ptitsa of Russian folklore are all derived from the same general legend of an immortal bird that bursts into flame every 1000 years and returns to life and youth from its ashes. This bird is also said to possess healing powers as well as great knowledge and immense strength. Among contemporary authors, one is familiar with Fawkes; featured in J.K Rowling's Harry Potter series; who shares the common traits of all Phoenixes. Now let us examine the reason for humans, from the dawn of civilization to the modern day, being so intrigued by this particular legend more than any other.
One explaination springs to mind: that of Primal Fears and Desires, i.e, feelings that are part of our general RACE MEMORIES.The first fear is of course the fear of Darkness, which pre-fire cavemen would have experienced. For them, darkness meant certain death if they strayed into it, because of the numerous dangers that lurked namely: losing contact from the tribe, accidents due to lack of visual input, being preyed upon by nocturnal predators and the general human fear of having one sensory input disabled. Hence they would worship and revere anything that drove away the darkness. It has been noted that the Sun and Fire are one of the chief and primary elements worshipped as gods by the early religions. The Phoenix, is a bird of fire, it can transport itself by means of it and can burst into flame; when an attempt to harm it is made; and hence survive. Thus, it can be established that this is the first reason that the Phoenix myth arose.
The second Primal Fear that governs humans is the fear of DEATH and subsequently, the fear of aging. The Phoenix, according to legend, was a bird that did not age, nor die, only preparing a nest of perfume and spices (expensive ingredients in the Ancient World!) before the millenial ritual of burning and consequent resurrection. This trfle too, it can be safely deduced, was introduced as a consequence of the human knowledge that death cannot really be staved off, so they opted; in their mythology; to preserve it in a ceremonial, rather than absolute, form. This may be the second reason that the Phoenix was revered as a religious symbol.
The remaining reasons can be deduced by examining the basic human Secondary Desires, i.e, the fantasies every human being capable of will indulge in and according to his capacity, take steps to fulfill after his Primary Needs are satisfied. Foremost among those is the desire to FLY. Since time immemorial, man has desired to take wing and ascend to the skies in glorious freedom. Before the advent of modern technology, in fact even as late as the 20th century, flying was considered impossible and a foolish fancy. Therefore, it is easy to see how this mythical creature came to be a bird, for men envied the eagle's flight even more than they the lion's strength or the wolf's nose. Hence the Phoenix had to be a bird. It is interesting to note that later, to add strength and more 'humanity' a modification or development of this legend took place and the Sphinx and Gryphon (or Griffin)legends arose, these creatures being part eagle, part lion and part men and immortal and knowledgable to boot! The imaginative miinds of men had begun to take complete scope of their fantasy; with roots in the fear of power; and these later legends came to be regarded as mysterious and powerful creatures to be avoided rather than symbols of worship.
The Phoenix was revered also as the god Apollo's advisor and decorated the banners of many an ancient army. In modern times it has been used as a symbol for peace and by the captains of the armies of the Greek Revolution in modern times. However, despite all that has been uncovered about it, it remains one of the greatest symbols of humanity, for it embodies the one unquenchable, immortal quality we possess: the Human Spirit.
One explaination springs to mind: that of Primal Fears and Desires, i.e, feelings that are part of our general RACE MEMORIES.The first fear is of course the fear of Darkness, which pre-fire cavemen would have experienced. For them, darkness meant certain death if they strayed into it, because of the numerous dangers that lurked namely: losing contact from the tribe, accidents due to lack of visual input, being preyed upon by nocturnal predators and the general human fear of having one sensory input disabled. Hence they would worship and revere anything that drove away the darkness. It has been noted that the Sun and Fire are one of the chief and primary elements worshipped as gods by the early religions. The Phoenix, is a bird of fire, it can transport itself by means of it and can burst into flame; when an attempt to harm it is made; and hence survive. Thus, it can be established that this is the first reason that the Phoenix myth arose.
The second Primal Fear that governs humans is the fear of DEATH and subsequently, the fear of aging. The Phoenix, according to legend, was a bird that did not age, nor die, only preparing a nest of perfume and spices (expensive ingredients in the Ancient World!) before the millenial ritual of burning and consequent resurrection. This trfle too, it can be safely deduced, was introduced as a consequence of the human knowledge that death cannot really be staved off, so they opted; in their mythology; to preserve it in a ceremonial, rather than absolute, form. This may be the second reason that the Phoenix was revered as a religious symbol.
The remaining reasons can be deduced by examining the basic human Secondary Desires, i.e, the fantasies every human being capable of will indulge in and according to his capacity, take steps to fulfill after his Primary Needs are satisfied. Foremost among those is the desire to FLY. Since time immemorial, man has desired to take wing and ascend to the skies in glorious freedom. Before the advent of modern technology, in fact even as late as the 20th century, flying was considered impossible and a foolish fancy. Therefore, it is easy to see how this mythical creature came to be a bird, for men envied the eagle's flight even more than they the lion's strength or the wolf's nose. Hence the Phoenix had to be a bird. It is interesting to note that later, to add strength and more 'humanity' a modification or development of this legend took place and the Sphinx and Gryphon (or Griffin)legends arose, these creatures being part eagle, part lion and part men and immortal and knowledgable to boot! The imaginative miinds of men had begun to take complete scope of their fantasy; with roots in the fear of power; and these later legends came to be regarded as mysterious and powerful creatures to be avoided rather than symbols of worship.
The Phoenix was revered also as the god Apollo's advisor and decorated the banners of many an ancient army. In modern times it has been used as a symbol for peace and by the captains of the armies of the Greek Revolution in modern times. However, despite all that has been uncovered about it, it remains one of the greatest symbols of humanity, for it embodies the one unquenchable, immortal quality we possess: the Human Spirit.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Diary of Mephistopheles- On the regurgitation of thought
Weep at the joy
Of freedom from tears
As you tear out remnants of
Your thought once whole
Despised inside your mind
Watch as their consequences unfold
For everything inside you
Is manifested outside as
You truly love what you know
You shall Not be kept
From possessing what was
Once yours shall now be whole again
And feel it spread to the chaos without
Mirroring inversely that within
And once more from the eternal spring
Shall spring havoc and din
For what was shall be again
And what will be IS
And once that which you left unfettered
Shall return to you and ring...
Of freedom from tears
As you tear out remnants of
Your thought once whole
Despised inside your mind
Watch as their consequences unfold
For everything inside you
Is manifested outside as
You truly love what you know
You shall Not be kept
From possessing what was
Once yours shall now be whole again
And feel it spread to the chaos without
Mirroring inversely that within
And once more from the eternal spring
Shall spring havoc and din
For what was shall be again
And what will be IS
And once that which you left unfettered
Shall return to you and ring...
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