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Monday, September 12, 2005
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Watching the Clock
watching the clock
slipping off the dial
with each tick
with each
talk
with each trick
and tracklessness
tracing off
into
infinity
Those who don't learn from history...
Four years ago today... and in the aftermath of this, the U.S. media called it the day the world changed forever. Was comedy even relevant anymore? Movies? Parties? And now, four years later to the day, the NFL season kicks off, NBC is launching its new fall lineup of sitcoms, and the only article on the front page of the paper about 9/11 was about how real estate is much cheaper in Manhattan than it was four years ago, and how in the post 9/11 world Manhattan has developed more of a nightlife.I think when history looks back on the U.S. empire, it will view them (and us, of course) as a people so distracted by momentary diversions, by football games and sitcoms, that we ignored the fact that the world was crashing down all around us.
9/11 number two
i wonder if one day people will look at these images and see the day that world war III began...
Revenge of the Kaoss Machine
Perhaps the most striking feature of chaos magic is the concept of the magical paradigm shift. the technique of arbitrarily changing one's model (or paradigm) of magic a major concept of chaos magic.
The idea is that belief is a tool that can be applied at will rather than unconsciously. Some chaos magicians think that trying unusual, and often bizarre beliefs is in itself an experience worth having and consider flexibility of belief a form of power or freedom in a cybernetic sense of the word.
The gnostic state is achieved when a person's mind is focused on only one point, thought, or goal and all other thoughts are thrust out. Users of chaos magic each develop their own ways of reaching this state. Some of the most prominent techniques are prolonged meditation, the use of mind-altering drugs, self-inflicted pain and orgasm. All such methods hinge on the belief that a simple thought or direction experienced during the gnostic state and then forgotten quickly afterwards is sent to the subconscious rather than the conscious mind where it can be enacted through means unknown to the conscious mind.
Smoking tiger
Almost all nations have their traditional animal. Each traditional animal reflects the characteristic of each nation. In brief, the traditional animal is a symbol of each nation. The traditional animal in Korea is the tiger. A long time ago, there were some tigers in some the mountains in Korea, so the tiger affected the ancient people strongly.
A tiger is a dangerous animal. As the largest number of the cat family, it has big and thick arms and big and sharp claws and teeth, so the ancient people in Korea were afraid of the tiger. However, we can often see the tiger in Korean history, folklore, and traditional Korean art because it is also a nice animal. It is very strong, majestic, beautiful, and brilliant, so many ancient people wanted to be strong and beautiful like the tiger.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
What one should ask
His fingers
dance
across
the piano
pleading to
God
Do not
let me die
Do not
let me die
Yet he should
have been playing
What he should
have been asking
Do not
let me love
Do not
let me love
dance
across
the piano
pleading to
God
Do not
let me die
Do not
let me die
Yet he should
have been playing
What he should
have been asking
Do not
let me love
Do not
let me love
Listen & Feel
Listen
to the music
of the one
Listen
to the melody
of me
Feel
the restless
love of us
Feel
the busy
aims of
lust
to the music
of the one
Listen
to the melody
of me
Feel
the restless
love of us
Feel
the busy
aims of
lust
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Gate of Renunciation
Having succeeded in overcoming all sensual affections and desires, and in acquiring perfect equanimity towards everything around him, the hermit has fitted himself for the final and most exalted order, that of devotee or religious mendicant.
As such he has no further need of either mortifications or religious observances; but with the sacrificial fires reposited in his mind, he may devote the remainder of his days to meditating on the divinity. Taking up his abode at the foot of a tree in total solitude, with no companion but his own soul, clad in a coarse garment, he should carefully avoid injuring any creature or giving offence to any human being that may happen to come near him. Once a day, in the evening, when the charcoal fire is extinguished and the smoke no longer issues from the fire-places, when the pestle is at rest, when the people have taken their meals and the dishes are removed, he should go near the habitations of men, in order to beg what little food may suffice to sustain his feeble frame. Ever pure of mind he should thus bide his time, as a servant expects his wages, wishing neither for death nor for life, until at last his soul is freed from its fetters and absorbed in the eternal spirit, the impersonal self-existent.
Futile Prayers
Please please please God please I promise I'll be good and stop doing all that bad stuff I've been doing and go to church more and tell everyone all about you just please please please God let the bus crash so that I don't have to go out there and plant more trees.
Laurentian Shield Clear-Cut
"Hidden in wonder and snow
or sudden with summer
this land stares at the sun in
a huge silence
endlessly repeating
something we cannot hear."
F.R. Scott-- "Laurentian Shield"
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
George W.'s mom
on the yahoo.com news site...
Commenting on the facilities that have been set up for the evacuees - cots crammed side-by-side in a huge stadium where the lights never go out and the sound of sobbing children never completely ceases - former first lady Barbara Bush concluded that the poor people of New Orleans had lucked out.
"Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this, this is working very well for them," the president's mother told American Public Media's "Marketplace" program, before returning to her multimillion-dollar Houston home.
Commenting on the facilities that have been set up for the evacuees - cots crammed side-by-side in a huge stadium where the lights never go out and the sound of sobbing children never completely ceases - former first lady Barbara Bush concluded that the poor people of New Orleans had lucked out.
"Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this, this is working very well for them," the president's mother told American Public Media's "Marketplace" program, before returning to her multimillion-dollar Houston home.
Katrina
Katrina
wiped
the dirty
filth
from her
beautiful
body
Sexual
positions
that we could
not handle
She was
the real
shock and
awe
wiped
the dirty
filth
from her
beautiful
body
Sexual
positions
that we could
not handle
She was
the real
shock and
awe
Beaches of Purification
Marooned
on a beach
with every
way out
but no way
into the soul
that we never
think to look for
on a beach
with every
way out
but no way
into the soul
that we never
think to look for
All One
The gates were opened
thinking
that the walls came down
Forgetting we were expelled
with the hardships
of finding our way back
Born within the sun
dying has begun
in the lover's One
thinking
that the walls came down
Forgetting we were expelled
with the hardships
of finding our way back
Born within the sun
dying has begun
in the lover's One
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Forever & Ever
Truth being the first thought thought. Justice being the first social thought thought. These are inviolable institutions in the organic concrescence of one and many things that are and ever will be. You cannot escape. You are with us. Forever and ever.
Flood
The marooned
feelings
weigh heavy
on the souls
of the flood
They rake
years of
emotion
on the gasp
and the
last escape
Never quenching
the spiritual
desolation
they do so
well
This is
the end
This is
the fire
and the
flood
feelings
weigh heavy
on the souls
of the flood
They rake
years of
emotion
on the gasp
and the
last escape
Never quenching
the spiritual
desolation
they do so
well
This is
the end
This is
the fire
and the
flood
CIA Mole
The moles on his face were horrendous
yet each one of them held more love
than the whole of your nation
yet each one of them held more love
than the whole of your nation
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Hope and Desire
Wishing and longing for something that will never be yours, that will never appear is Desire.
Expecting something desired that will never be yours, that will never appear is Hope.
Expecting something desired that will never be yours, that will never appear is Hope.
Cras, Cras, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
She gazes up to heaven and reaches for a crown,
The Hope of future glory, later offered by an angel.
An anchor hidden in her robes, it enters through the veil.
When the box was opened, only Hope remained.
Hope anchors our lives, in the spirit of a journey to come.
Cras, Cras, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Cras, Cras, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Without hope, there is only despair.
The Hope of future glory, later offered by an angel.
An anchor hidden in her robes, it enters through the veil.
When the box was opened, only Hope remained.
Hope anchors our lives, in the spirit of a journey to come.
Cras, Cras, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Cras, Cras, Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Without hope, there is only despair.
Hope is a terrible thing
Sometimes
hope
is a
terrible
thing
It leaves
you
longing
for things
that will
never be
yours
Sometimes
hope
is a
terrible
thing
It keeps
you
focussed
on matters
that will
never
appear
Sometimes
hope
is a
terrible
thing
hope
is a
terrible
thing
It leaves
you
longing
for things
that will
never be
yours
Sometimes
hope
is a
terrible
thing
It keeps
you
focussed
on matters
that will
never
appear
Sometimes
hope
is a
terrible
thing
Look at me
Look at me
beginning
all over
again
Naked
one
last
time
Look at me
beginning
all over
again
Naked
one
last
time
beginning
all over
again
Naked
one
last
time
Look at me
beginning
all over
again
Naked
one
last
time
The Purist Pink Smoky Light
My people my flock my family,= I am yours
Don't worry. Take a load off. Everythings good. Everythings cool. Everythings everything. Be Mellow. Relax. Close your eyes. Breath Deeply. Feel Joy. Laugh. Forget your problems they are dust in the wind. Remember the people you love. Remember your self and how great you are. Feel Peace. Feel Tranquillity. Endulge yourself in devotion to all the things that you don't understand. Smile.
Sink deeper into your chair. Take a deep breath. Go with the florw. Let everything go up in smoke. Think about your family. Forget today. Set your soul free from it's shallow shell and fly up to rejoin the almighty void where bliss was invented and love is the law.
Love. Contemplate Love. Please understand that the beatles were right, Love is all you need. There is never any need to stress. Please forget the quarrels. Please forget the backbiting. Please forget the fussing and the fighting. Can't you see I speak the truth?
This is your movie. Nobody's going to do the work but you. The world's salvation rests on your shoulders but don't fret, you were destined to succeed.
It is not so important just to live but more important to live a good life.
There are things that are true and that are so amazing that you wouldn't beleive me if I told you. Have faith. All this is just a test that you have already passed with flying colors. You are only here to feel all the pain and joy of this movie which is your movie and yours alone. So Cry, Laugh, Speak your lines when it comes your turn to speak.
Your existence is a miracle. Sit back and really look at yourself and all of the crazy and beautifull things that you have been a witness to. Know that you ain't seen nothin yet.
I am a warrior of fortune. I was put here to spread the gospel. I am a gladiator in the colloseum of infinite. I am the demonslayer. I am humble.
I know that the only reason I am wise is that I know that I am not wise. Only fools think that they possess wisdom. Everyone plays the fool.
Magic is real. Once you knew that but you have since forgotten. Miracles happen. You can see the future. You can control everything around you. All it takes is impeccable will. Do you see?
At the Gates of Apocalypse
The Reindeer Queen of Automn and her four consorts stand before the gates of Apocalypse
Let the hate go
February 23, 2005
Let the hate go.
That phrase makes the rage rush to my head
and then I let out a sigh and I feel a little better.
I need sport in my life, I need to be exhausted.
To bed, I need to laugh in my sleep.
Am I waiting for a miracle to come?
Let the hate go.
That phrase makes the rage rush to my head
and then I let out a sigh and I feel a little better.
I need sport in my life, I need to be exhausted.
To bed, I need to laugh in my sleep.
Am I waiting for a miracle to come?
Saturday, September 03, 2005
New Orleans
children
oil
chaos
death
race war
zombie
I dont want to go on in this way for too long. I think its important though that we look at this now.
.
Truly I am awed by the anarchy and destruction in the city of New Orleans. Of course no one is to blame. How many dead? What horror must be unfolding there.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Tool Room Files
This is an example of foreshortening. Note the extended hand, reminding us of some of Caravaggio's mighty canvasses, and the brilliant use of negative space (which the shadow serves to accent) between the hand and the shielded torso.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Untitled Song
Ecoutez la voie de la chanteuse verte
Qui est ecoutez de maintenaint, yere, et futur
Elle est ecoutez avec ses orielles
La Mot en sainte
Lui qui marches dans les arbes ancienne
Caller la reignale
Pleurer comme la rosee
Les tartes dans ses yeux et levez de la Nord
Et le lumiere tomber, tomber renouvel
La Terre, La Terre La Terre, Retournes
Le Soire est use
Le Matin commence et lui apportes
Les Ouiseaux qui sont chanter jamais
Ne rebrousser chemin plus
Pourquoi faitez-vous?
Le plancher a l'etoile, le bord eaument
Mind's Momentous Divinity
I.
Never deny
the moment
divine
the magic
gut-essence
II.
Social reflection
is the lie
that generates
stratification
never deny
a moment's
divine
telling you
that leadership
is empathy
in resource
redistribution
not controlled
contrivance
where that is
mine and I
have rights
as that is
mind
and
you
only
relate
III.
That
is mind
Never deny
the moment
divine
the magic
gut-essence
II.
Social reflection
is the lie
that generates
stratification
never deny
a moment's
divine
telling you
that leadership
is empathy
in resource
redistribution
not controlled
contrivance
where that is
mine and I
have rights
as that is
mind
and
you
only
relate
III.
That
is mind
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