Thursday, January 27, 2011

Natural Language

Still don't have normal access to a computer (it's impossible to do much more than these "I'm not dead" posts with a pouty teenager sulking nearby...), and I've been consumed of late by a couple collaborative projects that take up most of the time I usually spend musing. I am most definitely not complaining about the latter - it's refreshing as hell - I'm simply stating a fact. More on that stuff in the semi-near future.


'Til next time, precious few readers...


"The dancer of the future will be one whose body and soul have grown so harmoniously together that the natural language of that soul will have become the movement of the human body. The dancer will not belong to any nation, but to all humanity." - Isadora Duncan



Sunday, January 23, 2011

This Means You

I am tired of all the useless movement that is not action, all the denial and narcissism, all the adults who still keep up the nonsense of "No [insert the gender, personality, lifestyle, mannerisms, etc. of your choice] Allowed", reusable "disposables" and everything you can free-associate with that, and everybody's fair-weather bullshit. Among other things.  

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

In The Wake Of Clear

A lot of long-winded, complicated theories - one involving my annoyance with people who anthropomorphize and one that I can't categorize yet - are slowly mutating into readable form. But they're not there yet, sorry. I'm, as usual, pulled in a zillion directions right now with something new starting in just about every area of my life, and happy to be so.


Here's my only original wisdom for you today, brought to you with a lot of help from my friends, and by what happens when sharp brains don't get adequate play time:


The Nineties specialized in taking things already in existence, making them clear, and tricking most of us into thinking something new happened. The Eighties did it with neon or florescent. The Nineties did it with clear. For instance: Crystal Pepsi. Clear game system controllers. No real upgrade in any way whatsoever. Just...clear.


Okay. Back to your normal lives now.


"In general, one spends the first part of life searching, and the rest, dying spiritually. The fatal moment when everything is reversed is the moment we fossilize our knowledge into belief. It's all the more pernicious because it's precisely the moment we begin our descent that we have the reassuring impression of taking a big step towards consciousness."


"As soon as devotion for one's master makes us ignore the master in ourselves, we no longer take part in spirituality. As soon as we lose contact with reality in order to follow the Absolute, we lose contact with the Absolute. The entire Absolute is contained in reality. There's not a trace of it elsewhere...


"Don't seek the divine by constructing a cage around it." - Tantric Quest


P.S. Hilarious. I <3 Coilhouse.













Monday, January 10, 2011

Endless Halls

Drive
Under a cold pink glow - 
Winter dusk. 
Walk 
The dark and deserted perimeter:
Sharp wind up the infamous stairs,
Still fountain full of snow. 
Indoors - 
Something like cinnamon-raisin.
My dreams are fitful. 
Wandering
Those endless halls
Until I'm weak with what I don't recognize
As hunger. 
But they just pull - 
Other lifetimes, broken columns - 
And all the weight of time
Hushes
Early afternoon
To dark evening.
Exhaust me.
Why is it 
Colder underground
Than outside?
I can't read the labels.
A year in hours
Won't be captured here.



Saturday, January 8, 2011

Fragility

"There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken. There is a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy, and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength. There is a hollow space too vast for words through which we pass with each loss, out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being." - Rashani


Thursday, January 6, 2011

Love, Don't Cry

Yeah, I'm still around. Yeah, my computer's still busted. Yeah, it's hard to blog when you don't have spontaneous access to your blog.


What am I thinking right now? "As a certain wise fugitive once told me: 'Sometimes, it's not important which way you jump, just that you jump.' "