Saturday, September 29, 2012

ars poetica


"Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body.
Sometimes the way in is a song.
But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding,
and beauty.
To enter stone, be water.
To rise through hard earth, be plant
desiring sunlight, believing in water.
To entire fire, be dry.
To enter life, be food."

~ Linda Hogan,The Way In

literacki

Star Dust
"The beauty of things must be that they end."
~Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

ladies cultural awareness day

Julius Kronberg, David and Saul, 1885
 
Since shade relents, since 'tis indeed the day,
        Since hope I long had deemed forever flown,
     Wings back to me that call on her and pray,
        Since so much joy consents to be my own,—

     The dark designs all I relinquish here,
        And all the evil dreams. Ah, done am I
     Above all with the narrowed lips, the sneer,
        The heartless wit that laughed where one should sigh.

     Away, clenched fist and bosom's angry swell,
        That knave and fool at every turn abound.
     Away, hard unforgivingness! Farewell,
        Oblivion in a hated brewage found!

     For I mean, now a Being of the Morn
        Has shed across my night excelling rays
     Of love at once immortal and newborn,—
        By favor of her smile, her glance, her grace,

     I mean by you upheld, O gentle hand,
        Wherein mine trembles,—led, sweet eyes, by you,
     To walk straight, lie the path o'er mossy land
        Or barren waste that rocks and pebbles strew.

     Yes, calm I mean to walk through life, and straight,
        Patient of all, unanxious of the goal,
     Void of all envy, violence, or hate
        It shall be duty done with cheerful soul.

     And as I may, to lighten the long way,
        Go singing airs ingenuous and brave,
     She'll listen to me graciously, I say,—
        And, verily, no other heaven I crave.
 
~Paul Verlaine - Since Shade Relents


quoth the madman

There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond 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. There is a cry deeper than all sound whose serrated edges cut the heart as we break open to the place inside which is unbreakable and whole, while learning to sing.

~Rashani

quoth the madman

Abstract
"Earth, mountains, rivers - hidden in this nothingness.
In this nothingness - earth, mountains, rivers revealed.
Spring flowers, winter snows:
There’s no being or non-being, nor denial itself."
~Saisho

literacki

"Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that’s all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet."
~C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces: A Novel of Cupid and Psyche

quoth the madman

"The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars."
~Bertolt Brecht

Monday, September 17, 2012

quoth the madman

Twitch.
"And so long as you haven’t experienced
this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest
on the dark earth."
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

quoth the madman


Everything, if you add virtue, assumes a glory which it did not possess before.
~Seneca, Epistulae, LXXXII

Friday, September 14, 2012

ars poetica

 

Open horizons round,
O mounting mind, to scenes unsung,
Wherein shall walk a lusty Time:
Our Earth is young;
Of measure without bound;
Infinite are the heights to climb,
The depths to sound.


A wilding little stubble flower
The sickle scorned which cut for wheat,
Such was our hope in that dark hour
When nought save uses held the street,
And daily pleasures, daily needs,
With barren vision, looked ahead.
And still the same result of seeds
Gave likeness 'twixt the live and dead.


From labours through the night, outworn,
Above the hills the front of morn
We see, whose eyes to heights are raised,
And the world's wise may deem us crazed.
While yet her lord lies under seas,
She takes us as the wind the trees'
Delighted leafage; all in song
We mount to her, to her belong.


This love of nature, that allures to take
Irregularity for harmony
Of larger scope than our hard measures make,
Cherish it as thy school for when on thee
The ills of life descend.

~George Meredith - Fragments

ars poetica

Sisters.

A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
Even we,
Even so.
~George Meredith Dirge in Woods

literacki

Branded to Kill - Seijun Suzuki
"I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home.
I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand.
 I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark."
~Andrea Gibson

ars poetica

What’s in your mind…
"The healed Heart shows its shallow scar
With confidential moan --
Not mended by Mortality
Are Fabrics truly torn --
To go its convalescent way
So shameless is to see
More genuine were Perfidy
Than such Fidelity."
 
~Emily Dickinson

quoth the madman

"It is not our silence that is deafening, but all the words underneath it, yelled in our heads."
~David Levithan

quoth the madman

"Don’t dismiss the synchronicity of what is happening right now finding its way to your life at just this moment.
There are no coincidences in the universe, only convergences of Will, Intent, and Experience."
~Neale Donald Walsch

quoth the madman

Henry Wallis
Chatterton (Detail)
1856
"As if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose."
~Rainer Maria Rilke

haiku

Cornelis van Haarlem. The Massacre of the Innocents. 1590.
In the intervals
Of rough wind and rain,
The first cherry-blossoms.
~Chora

Monday, September 10, 2012

literacki


"We are liable to miss the best of life if we do not know how to tingle, if we do not learn to hoist ourselves just a little higher than we generally are in order to sample to rarest and ripest fruit of art which human thought has to offer,"
~Look at the Harlequins! — Vladimir Nabokov

quoth the madman

"When I say be creative, I don’t mean that you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem."
~Osho

Sunday, September 9, 2012

literacki

ohthatbox:

“It’s all right. It’s quite all right. I’m dying. But I can fix that. It’s easy really, see?”
Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not.
Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness.
Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
~George R. R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

Saturday, September 8, 2012

bardo

Bardo teachings Thödol consider six "bardo" or interim periods.
Used loosely, the term "bardo" refers to the state of existence intermediate between two lives on earth.

Life from conception to death. bardo The first concerns the interval between the time of the entry of the soul into the mother's womb and the time of the extinction of physical existence. In the Tibetan tradition, the soul is not reincarnated blank design, but marked by the karmic imprints left by acts committed in past lives. This karma determines the life of the new incarnation. Acts and hazards of modern life will add their own impressions.
Dream. Bardo The second is a more subtle level, the expression of all these present karmic imprints in the mental body. From birth, the embodied soul becomes aware of the outside world through the senses. When we fall asleep, these parcels of conscience join the basal consciousness (alaya vijnana). During sleep, they wake up and determine the types and waning dreams. They mark the basic consciousness then subside in it.
Concentration. Bardo The third is the space in which the process is voluntary purifier concentration and meditation that will allow the divine quality of the soul to express itself.
The agony. Fourth Bardo, the Bardo and Bardo Tchika agony, is one of the moments surrounding the death. This is karma from past lives that determines the lifespan. The moment of death occurs when he is exhausted. The mental body and soul separate from the physical body and no longer wake up. The dying process takes about three and a half days. This is the period of dissolution we need to discuss a little later.
Brightness. Bardo The fifth is called the dharmata. It is the intrinsic nature of the absolute reality or God. After the final dissolution, the soul experiences the light, the ineffable divinity ultimate clarity. For mystics, this period can last very long, but for ordinary people, it soon fades to make way for last Bardo.
Become. Sixth Bardo Bardo orientation. This is a dramatic shift determines the immediate future of the soul of the deceased. His mental body will move in states purifiers or infernal paradise. In response to changing loads carried in karmic life completed, the new birth will take place either in a physical body possibly even grosser or in a more subtle mental body.

quoth the madman

Dem bones.
.اگر مرگ نبود همه ارزویش میکردند
'If there was no death, everyone would wish for it."
~Sadegh Hedayat

quoth the madman

Having a waggle.
"You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand.
The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened."
~Jorge Luis Borges

quoth the madman

Dawn in Brittany.
"Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting the lamp out because dawn has come."
~Tagore

literacki

dozy
"Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls."
~Sylvia Plath, from Crossing the Water

Friday, September 7, 2012

quoth the madman

I still have no idea what is going on here.
“Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.”
~    Friedrich Nietzsche,
Beyond Good and Evil

here is wisdom

Last breath“Asceticism is not that you should own nothing, but that nothing should own you.”
~Ali ibn Abu Talib

ars poetica

Murdertots.

Thank you again to http://fuckyeahvictorians.tumblr.com/

I

Men the Angels eyed;
And here they were wild waves,
And there as marsh descried;
Men the Angels eyed,
And liked the picture best
Where they were greenly dressed
In brotherhood of graves.

II

Man the Angels marked:
He led a host through murk,
On fearful seas embarked;
Man the Angels marked;
To think without a nay,
That he was good as they,
And help him at his work.

III

Man and Angels, ye
A sluggish fen shall drain,
Shall quell a warring sea.
Man and Angels, ye,
Whom stain of strife befouls,
A light to kindle souls
Bear radiant in the stain.
~George Meredith - Men and Man

ars poetica

nightnight
Since shade relents, since 'tis indeed the day,
        Since hope I long had deemed forever flown,
     Wings back to me that call on her and pray,
        Since so much joy consents to be my own,—

     The dark designs all I relinquish here,
        And all the evil dreams. Ah, done am I
     Above all with the narrowed lips, the sneer,
        The heartless wit that laughed where one should sigh.

     Away, clenched fist and bosom's angry swell,
        That knave and fool at every turn abound.
     Away, hard unforgivingness! Farewell,
        Oblivion in a hated brewage found!

     For I mean, now a Being of the Morn
        Has shed across my night excelling rays
     Of love at once immortal and newborn,—
        By favor of her smile, her glance, her grace,

     I mean by you upheld, O gentle hand,
        Wherein mine trembles,—led, sweet eyes, by you,
     To walk straight, lie the path o'er mossy land
        Or barren waste that rocks and pebbles strew.

     Yes, calm I mean to walk through life, and straight,
        Patient of all, unanxious of the goal,
     Void of all envy, violence, or hate
        It shall be duty done with cheerful soul.

     And as I may, to lighten the long way,
        Go singing airs ingenuous and brave,
     She'll listen to me graciously, I say,—
        And, verily, no other heaven I crave.


~Paul Verlaine

quoth the madman

Blink 2
(Thank you again to http://fuckyeahvictorians.tumblr.com/ for wonderful source images)

"I’m restless. Things are calling me away.

My hair is being pulled by the stars again."

~Anaïs Nin

Thursday, September 6, 2012

quoth the madman

Jean-Baptiste Regnault, The Genius of France between Liberty and Death (1875)
 
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
~Thomas Jefferson

last words

"All compound things are subject to breaking up.
Strive on with mindfulness."
~Buddha, his last words

literacki


"We are silhouettes, hollow phantoms moving mistily without a background."
~  Virginia Woolf, The Waves

here is wisdom

archiemcphee:

Cephalopodoptera / Squid Moth
Finland-based artist Vladimir Stankovic has created an awesome series of animated illustrations of an entirely new class of organisms: Cephalopodoptera. These beautiful creatures appear to be a combination of various mollusc (Octopuses and squid) and insect (Moths and beetles) species. What a wonderful discovery for the worlds of art and science alike!

“Cephalopodoptera is a newly discovered order of species, a link between molluscs and insects. They live in the deepest underwater caves of the oceans worldwide. With the characteristics and intelligence of moths, beetles, octopuses and squid, these animals have managed to remain hidden for centuries. As we speak, tests and experiments are being carried out in order to know more about these mysterious and elusive creatures…”

Visit Laughing Squid to view many more of Vladimir Stankovic’s shimmering and tentacular creatures.
"Silence for the ordinary people is with their tongues, silence for the mystics is with their hearts, and silence for lovers is with restraining the stray thoughts that come to their innermost beings."
~Sufi saying

Monday, September 3, 2012

literacki

Branded to Kill - Seijun Suzuki
“I used to have a sign pinned up on my wall that read:
Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us...It was all about letting go of everything.”  
Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times

literacki

"All religions are shadows of God.
But the shadows of God are not God."
~Margaret Atwood

quoth the madman

Black Swan - Darren Aronofsky
"be of love (a little) more careful
than of everything"
~e. e. cummings

quoth the madman

 

"Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth."
~Jean-Paul Sarte

quoth the madman

A thought is harmless until we believe it.

It’s not our thoughts, but our attachment to our thoughts, that causes suffering.

~Byron Katie

quoth the madman


"One cannot afford to be naive in dealing with dreams. They originate in a spirit that is not quite human…"
—Carl Jung, Man and his Symbols