Month: December 2012

Of Psychoanalyrics and Psychoanalyrism…

I do have quite a -proven- record of linguistic maverick-ism, to the sometimes loudly outspoken frustration of some of my fellow writers, critics and others (writers and critics maybe in their own right, but not mine). Convinced NoamChomsky-st, applying his "Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the … Continue reading Of Psychoanalyrics and Psychoanalyrism…

The other side of blindness…

If side, there's always there, another... With no communication but the bridging self of the betweenness, like the torn flag of broken, subdued ideals... It's the betweenness oftentimes the side of otherness, spread, squeezed, immense, belittled, there, forgotten victim "rightfully left" paying dues to the left, to the right, to whosoever's shameless "I've been there … Continue reading The other side of blindness…

Abiding deep…

Abiding deep, like drying, reedless water; unwanted, bitter tasting washer of anything offered, dumped, forgotten there, where light has never thought of dying... Making its way to any fountain, well; to any pond. For seas are salty teardrop oceans, eyeless witnesses of what it was when clouds were roaming free embracing winds, of south, of … Continue reading Abiding deep…

Suicide from death to life…

It's a lie, our birth into this world... Mourning should have welcomed us, late, but perfect companion for all sweat, tears, blood and "doctor, doctor, the baby's not crying..." tube in, suck, "slap", "slap" "-frail, agonising human meowing...-" Blood all over, with our hideous, blueish cut away companion swimming in a pathetic plastic bowl... "What … Continue reading Suicide from death to life…

The mental matrix of “my reality” – an introduction 1

1. Preamble Gazing through the narrow space left between my old Angels T-shirt over to the surprisingly sunny West Midlandish winter sky dully interrupted by the same chimneyed rooftops, I suddenly realised how much of what I see is just the moody construct of my own mind, coupled or not with tea, coffee and other … Continue reading The mental matrix of “my reality” – an introduction 1

Philip Pullman, “His Dark Materials”, “The Golden Compass” – The Liberty of Thinking 1

1. Introduction "his Dark Materials", would have been my original title's twist on Pullman's own naming for this centuries changing, monumental trilogy. It's always rather complicated to explain emotionally driven decisions in a world where "law" has become a pathetic replacement of politically correct mathematics, yet the twist is something imposed by our deliberate reduction … Continue reading Philip Pullman, “His Dark Materials”, “The Golden Compass” – The Liberty of Thinking 1