Friday, 22 June 2007

Clouds and souls

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like clouds we float
from north to south
from day to night
from soul to soul

to paint the sky
from darkest coal
to wildly burning sunset light

Thursday, 21 June 2007

Sensation of time

“It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish....”

"We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose."
Charles Baudelaire


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Tuesday, 5 June 2007

juggler's mind



the dance, the flux
the gentle connection
the wild meeting
of motions: the inside
winds drifting
swarming out
blowing
meeting
mingling
interbreeding
returning
the rhythm of hands
syncronism of minds
unison senses
spirits shared
wild transformation
drum beats, the whirling
the whispering, the wheeling
the dance, the cascades, a million
feetless steps
whisking
into us
into our breath
into our dance
into our gestures, our song
our meditation
our wondrously humming
harmony pulse





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Wednesday, 23 May 2007

Shadows of Light



A room without books is
like a body without a soul.
-- Cicero

A light without shadows is
like existance without identity.
-- Anémone
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Tuesday, 8 May 2007

Ex Is t?





how can i be sure you exist, you ask?

hmmmm.


possible answer no 1):
to come to a decision in that respect, we must define the term "existence" first.

possible answer no 2):
sure enough to write to you and meet you for virtual champagne every now and then!

possible answer no 3):
of course i am not sure. how can i know? you might as well just be a figure in a dream, an actor on a screen, a mind's imagination scheme...

possible answer no 4):
absolutely sure. esse est percipi, and i definitely am perceiving you, so therefore, you are.

possible answer no 5):
the only one who can prove that you exist are you, because your own self-perception is the only proof of your existence. can you feel yourself being?

possible answer no 6):
you do not exist. i've made you up. sorry to tell you, but you've asked...

possible answer no 7):
you do exist. since nothing doesn't exist, and minus and minus is plus, it must be true that something exists. since you are not nothing, you must be something, therefore, you exist.

possible answer no 8):
i've dreamed you into existence, so you exist.

possible answer no 9):
hit yourself on your head as hard as you can while being alone. if somebody screams "ouch!", this is a proof that you exist.

possible answer no 10):
you are existence.

possible answer no 11):
existence is you.

possible answer no 12):
cogiti, ergo es. or, wait... how can i be sure you are really thinking?
cogito, ergo sum, ergo es...

possible answer no 13):
who fucking cares? it seems you exist, for both of us, and that's nice enough, so what... ? ;-))))

Friday, 20 April 2007

birth of a day




Lines

Unfelt, unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Who---who could tell how much
There is for madness---cruel, or complying?

Those faery lids how sleek!
Those lips how moist!---they speak,
In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds:
Into my fancy's ear
Melting a burden dear,
How "Love doth know no fulness, nor no bounds."

True!---tender monitors!
I bend unto your laws:
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado,
I'll feel my heaven anew,
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.


John Keats


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this sweetest day
born into my dalliance
into my dewy dawdling
into the sauntering and dangling
of my soul:

it is singing
with the heaving of the tides
within in the morning's heat
welling up in my slumber

is expanding
blushing into
aurora rise



Anemone