Musing After Getting One's Fingers Burned

Having one's prejudices confirmed is the best cure for bigotry: it so enlightens one.

Intensity - that is to attend to every question like a bomb disposal expert: carefully but quickly; against the backdrop of terror.

Recorded music is a bird in a cage,
A wolf on a leash, and a man in a prison.

Transmission is the ghost in the machine.

The original is the grit in the 'Ding an sich' that begats
The pearl in the ear.

There is no such thing as absolute silence.
There is always a background noise, be it ever so soft ...

A good reason to live is also a good reason to die - [Nietzsche].

How to master this temptress life which eternally witholds its future fruit, even as we bite into its mysterious flesh

And yet they secretly know that every career ends in failure.

Rebellion is but a Sisyphusian adventure - there and back again, ad infinitum.

Can we have sufficient distance from our-selves to amaze our-selves?

It is vital to keep the demos ill-informed, de-informed and un-formed.

 If people considered animals as people, would they treat them worse as people than they do now as animals?

Philosophy begins with the sense of awe. 

And she concludes with, 'I've seen it all before.' 

Because we cannot get beyond ... interpretation?

Thinkers beware, lest ye all, "whither into the truth.", as Yeats saith,

There is so much power in the Eye ('I').

That sin-gular word 'I' covers a multitude of sins.

Should Socrates have taken the hemlock?

One can always learn from adversity, and there is strength in learning: AKA the school of hard knocks.

He is most free who has nothing to lose: he is most feared too.

He was the stuff of Mehrabian nightmares - body language cutting up rough -
While he sat in a corner, innocently unawares.

You say that truth is that which 'works'; - what, are there no lazy truths?

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. 

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.

Wolves Walk

The sword of Damocles

Waiting

+++

Lupine

Wolves

Walk

On

The edge

Of things

...

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.