Please watch before reading, and listen while you read: The Idan Raichel Project - Hakol Over (Everything passes) I need you to dream the colour of spaces, the time between midnight, tomorrow and trees, I beg you to fathom amazing traces, layers of clouds returning to seas… I dare you to picture small shells of … Continue reading Amazing traces…
Tag: mind
To my autistic diary…
When its motion stopped, I realised that my circle of life became an insignificant spot, desperate, frightened, alone, like a tired fire juggler abandoned by an audience too dull to notice the beauty of the single detail constructing their illusion… “How odd” he said, “In vitro, every now and then becomes a schism embedded deep … Continue reading To my autistic diary…
Defiant hopelessness…
Nobody’s making attempts anymore to stir a peace of roses. Individual daffodils and bunches of sage challenge shields of rage hidden under profaned altars of compromised innocence; piled mountains of drowned chariots awaiting another exodus to chase… I nearly fell for you Delilah, but I am blind you see, incapable of discerning between a hairdresser … Continue reading Defiant hopelessness…
In nomine patris…
An angel once told me, that castles of sand never die; each grain’s being washed ashore other isles, carrying whispers of hands having caressed breasts of lovers long gone… You king’s lusting lips cannot condemn you Esther… His tongue’s still tasting sweet nectars, drops of gold, diamonds of your passion’s unforbidden fruit… One day, when … Continue reading In nomine patris…
Ribbons, blue…
So many times, the roads to downtown nowhere collide at each and every corner, with blue, ribbon-like rivers of solitude; statements of facts about state of the art, lost or found pieces of a hard won peace of mindless thought lives. Ta-ra-ra-bum-tara, ta-ra-ra bum-tara… Marching bands of nonsense, we are. Each and every … Continue reading Ribbons, blue…
“Not dark… yet… ” – Schizophrenica Magna
I would remember any time available for thought. I could avenge all memories chewable, or less... I should attain for nothing more than senses... I? Me! Why? Why's no one else available for thinking? Why so alone am starving here for waitings, I...? Bye... Just me and I...
When your mind is in the wrong place…
-A short essay on Nazim Hikmet...- "at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart" Nazim Hikmet How strange... Of most people it would be expected to have been mentally settled by the age of fifty; how wrong... I have found my introductory quote within the opening thoughts of an -until now- unknown … Continue reading When your mind is in the wrong place…
“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
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
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