‘Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks’, Neruda, from JW

November 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.


Nature loves courage

November 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

“Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.” 

Terence McKenna



November 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

Synonymes:  apparaissant, bondissant, fusant, giclant, rejaillissant, s’échappant, surgissant.

Obsession — Charles BAUDELAIRE (via BB)

November 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

Grands bois, vous m’effrayez comme des cathédrales ;
Vous hurlez comme l’orgue ; et dans nos coeurs maudits,
Chambres d’éternel deuil où vibrent de vieux râles,
Répondent les échos de vos De profundis.

Je te hais, Océan ! tes bonds et tes tumultes,
Mon esprit les retrouve en lui ; ce rire amer
De l’homme vaincu, plein de sanglots et d’insultes,
Je l’entends dans le rire énorme de la mer.

Comme tu me plairais, ô nuit ! sans ces étoiles
Dont la lumière parle un langage connu !
Car je cherche le vide, et le noir et le nu !

Mais les ténèbres sont elles-mêmes des toiles
Où vivent, jaillissant de mon oeil par milliers,
Des êtres disparus aux regards familiers.

From e-mail

November 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

I don’t understand, Will. I don’t know what we are doing. I don’t know. Time moves so fucking fast, and I get so damn tired. Rest and burn and rest and burn. And before I know it, like on some kind of crazy spinning fairground ride, whole weeks and months have flashed by me without my even being able to get my head fixed dead straight on each one as it goes

Supersymmetry – Arcade Fire

November 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

TMG, from Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Z.

November 27, 2013 § Leave a comment

“But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!”

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