Orwellian 1

It cameas an unexpected shock for many,the Plenty minister's decree:no ordinary party membershall wear neither boots nor socksanymore;the production of tablesshall be replaced by the productionof floors. It cameas an unexpected shock for few,the Love minister's decree:all ordinary party membersshall have a pair of opposite toessevered upon everyday entrance to places of work;medical assistance shall … Continue reading Orwellian 1

Post-non-apocalyptic, psychoanalyric therapy session…

ATTENTION: The shown image and text are NOT an invitation to action! Please read responsibly, at your own risk! It's 2013, following the End of the World/Year, with hoards of zombie-like survivors hangovering wind-blown, empty streets, littered with the scattered remains of what was once The Great Late Year 2012... Only the prepared ones seem … Continue reading Post-non-apocalyptic, psychoanalyric therapy session…

“Northern Lights”, (“His Dark Materials”) by Philip Pullman – The Liberty of Thinking 2

2. On Mind Tricks, Lyra's Oxford, Northern lights, Daemons and Dust "The trick [...] is not minding that it hurts." David Lean’s "Lawrence of Arabia" I must confess I haven't seen this movie, "Lawrence of Arabia"... The quote caught me from within Ridley Scott's "Prometheus", and wrote it down -as soon as I could- on … Continue reading “Northern Lights”, (“His Dark Materials”) by Philip Pullman – The Liberty of Thinking 2

De Profundis…

Ecclesiastes of A Job... Of despair my heart is bleeding, Something wrong must have happened today, Pieces of breath, frozen singing Memories searching their way. No more, no shore departing, No dreams to brag about, Cowards and dogs shouting, Swans never flying south. Tender whatever with roses, Bitter garment of thorns, Open which nobody closes, … Continue reading De Profundis…

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…