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Sunday 18 December 2011

Musing After Getting One's Fingers Burned


You need energy to have great ideas?
How many great ideas were borne of idleness?
Great ideas are servants to truths.
The former sweat and toil while the latter luxuriate.

It is better to know nothing than to know really useful things.


I will never believe in a god who can't dance - [Nietzsche]

Only the pagan gods are worth worshipping - because by doing so we worship ourselves in all our imperfections.

There is, and has never been, a 'healthy' music.
A subdued rage, music is born of sickness.

Circe used sound for good reason - there is no greater lure for men.
It makes pigs of us all.

Sound and fury signifying ... the empty percussive sound his tongue makes when it strikes his palette mid platitude?

Peace is not easing but dis-easing ...

Filthy money furthers music's infection. Circe again.

Originality in art?

Whole lot of 'Grangerism' going on!

Keep it simple?
There is nothing simple about 'it'.

Is it really best to say nothing about that which one cannot speak?

We want neither pessimism nor optimism; - what, do we want neither power nor its lack?

We want truth, fools that we are.

Justice herself is not deemed but demeaned, for she is ever - like her sister, Truth, - irredeemable.

Everybody has one book in them, and it may not even be theirs. Just another footnote to Plato.

How can one 'revalue all values' when one still esteems?
Such a revaluation requires a profound and searching ... Nihilism.

Esteem no-thing.

'Christianity is Platonism for the People' - [Nietzsche]

It is the Bible that makes the English so English, and therefore so moral, and so ... mediocre.

Beauty isn't moral - i.e., good or bad; therefore nor are deeds beautiful or ugly.

Eliminate your means so as to reduce your ends, i.e., your desire? - but is that not too a ... desire?

Only ex-istence which cuts against the grain stands out - all else is swallowed up by the warp and weft.

And alternatives evoke further alternatives, ad infinitum ... the exponentiality of words.
We are free in our dreams, and so do we wake therefore into chains?
To 'live unseen' does not mean to live hidden.
The most famous are the most unknown, while every worm is tagged and logged.

Axe Eye: the eye is the first instrument, the first creation of thought.
It cuts a lucid swathe into swart existence.
'Friend' and 'fiend' are from the same root.
Nietzsche said that if truth is a woman, then [male] philosophers have proved themselves to be hopeless woowers of women.
 
This existence is just a hairline crack in the vast eternal wall of nothingness.
And death is a plasterer. 

Tuesday 13 December 2011

Tantalus


Tantalus

Helter skelter,
Crushed
By Relativity
Seized
By the Pretence
Of stability.

All halls will fall.

Where is your desire now?
You lackied heroes.

Cobwebbed
Spiders
Fried upon
A zither.

The erotic draws us all into
The salty folds of mystery.
A musty mystery ...

Everyone has their luxurious Orient ...
Lest they be vexed in the West,
That sterile occident of birth.

The world is a vast slave market is it not?

And who wields the whip?

This slaveship of existence.
Words scooped form the bottom
Of your soul.
Scalloped tongued
Lolling.
Ogling,
Oysters.

Human detritus
Garbage, verbiage,
Stitched together
Bible,
Sutras,
Auto
Bio
Graphy,
Porn
Ography.

Live in a sewer.

Sunday 11 December 2011

Wolves Walk

The sword of Damocles



Waiting

+++



Lupine



Wolves
Walk
On
The edge
Of things
...

Saturday 10 December 2011

The best men are mad



I served in Bedlam and I now return with some of the songs I learnt whilst there ...


Void

There is only void
All the rest is only

Ephemera


Let's keep with the nothing
Only the nothing
Exalts


Starling
Starling you
Stock your
Secrets
Well.
More secluded than
Any young
Girl
Could tell.


We're all connected they say,
Like the Hydra's heads,
Thrown up by its slimy, snaky
Peristaltic body,
Sodden 
steam 
of time.


Sore
Soaring
Soul




All streets
Converge
And sleep
Beyond the point
Vanishing
Mary
Le
Bone
.


All songs long to be sung,
Irrepressible.
The secret will secrete,
and sow bleeding out like
A melody.


This floor is a sliding cage
A beggar's rage,
Blood
Geon

Your fast fists,
Your leering claws,
Your manic mane
The shine and sheen
Of your brain.

Let me eat the spongy
Mass therein
And scoop out
Your skull
From which wine I will drink
Skol!
Hedgehog


Saturnist

"But those who are born under the sign of Saturn,
Dear to necromancers, tawny planet ..."
[Verlaine]


"... according to the ancient Black books ..." [ib.]

les grimoires ancients

Grim - Odin, the necromancer

The dead - dead to our present, they 'live' in the furure, our future.
The One who can speak with the dead can bring back their tales from the future.
The Saturnian demonstrates mortality and the misery that is humanity's lot.

Skies morrow, fleecing clouds
Messages of the gods
Written in caligraphy
Unknown Runes
Mysterious sentinels
Splashed,
On blue, mirrored,
Sea



Come, let's watch the chariot
Arc, skies, clouds, rain,
Thunder
Gods are the product of poets ancient
Lost
Words
Begin
As
Poems

In this degenerate age
Where poetry is niche
And words,
Language,
Letters
Have become
Mercantile,
Business-like,
Logical
Legal,
Left-brain,
Sane



There is a knot in the wood
Like an eye,
A whale's eye,
Womb,
Old man's eye
Odin's eye,
Plucked out and thrust
In the side of the tree of wisdom
Ygg
Dra
Sil



Unicorn
Your shaft, your mind-shaft, sharp,
Spears mine eye
Gouges and gorges into iris
Spurting blood poetry
Trickling down
Waters the ground
And all kinds of flowers, plants
Upspring
Toadstools
Devil's mushroom
Nightshade, worms, snakes
Rep
Tiles
Squelching on the sod.

Walk upon Night Mares
Sleep on spikes of unicorn.
Spikenard.


Merlin

Merlin staggered 'cross
Forest - woolen cape catches on
Brambles - star and moon designs
Hooded cape with staff,
Gnarled, marked with Ogham glyphs
Grey beard, fulsome
He roars toward
The glowing moon,
Which capers above,
The canopies of twisted branches,
Halo

Spells rend the night air,
Synchronicities are
Brought to bear,
And curses and blessings enfold
Enshatter in One.

As above so below.

The godly, the wicked are One
And the Same.

Man is neither good nor bad
Man is neither sane nor insane
Life is neither
Victory nor
De
Feat

There is only
Magic.
There is no life
Without
Magic.