that don't warrant a page by themselves
or seem to fit better here
pending poems index
chronological order is from the bottom to the top of the page
audio files can be complemented by listening to them with the eyes closed !
poetry
comes
from
fundamental
un
happiness
and
disillusionment
with
life !
mp3 tbu good
poetry
comes
from
fundamental
un
happiness
and
disillusionment
with
life !
depression and hyperconnection between the emotional and thinking centers of the brain
“ over the last couple of years there has been an emerging new perspective on how depression affects the brain
this theory has suggested a hyperconnection between the areas of the brain involved in emotional processing and mood change and the parts of the brain involved in thinking and concentrating ”
huh, ian reid died in 2106
i can relate strongly to my emotions being over connected to my thinking processes
it's there, much more in daily problem solving than you think
overall my problem solving is a very emotional process
i am very connected to my emotions for problems solving, much less so for attachments to people
is
everything
working
against
me
a
common
thought
the
top
you
have
to
do
what's
most
important
and
let
the
other
stuff
F
l
o
a
t
away !
i'm
scared
to
eat
lamb
brains
because
they
m
a
k
e
too
much
flow
of
homilies
and
sometimes
poems !
“ your understanding ”
is
the
whole
point
understanding
embodied
in
the
person
voynich
keeping your
opinions
to
yourself
there's
a
sort
of
balance
between
that
and
splaying
them
out
for testing
in any place where lappo gianni is,—
if't irk thee not to move thy mind in this,
write me these answered: “doth he style him 'lover'?”
and, “doth the lady seem as one approving?”;
and, “makes he show of service with fair skill?”;
for many a time folk made as he is, will
to assume importance, make a show of loving.
thou know'st that in that court where love puts on
his royal robes, no vile man can be servant
to any lady who were lost therein;
if servant's suff'ring doth assistance win,
our style could show unto the least observant,
it beareth mercy for a gonfalon.
“ cavalcanti's poem, in english as well as in italian, brings high standards to courtship, with courtly grace. i love this weird, unmodern translation by a modernist. how can something so good be done by someone so unintelligibly awful? i don't know. but I am glad to know that poem, and even more grateful for this one ”
the above comment by robert pinsky on the ezra pound's translation of cavalcanti's sonnet xxiv
my comment
ezra pound lived a very fragmented life, he had no experience of politics or economics but he was an expert in love having two, three and four lovers at various stages of his life !
seem
to
be
quite
capable
of
doing
things
wrong
for
periods
of
15
30
60
and
80
years
eastern religion combined with christian faith healing
it is deceivingly slick is what i noticed
well he is at his peak, say $500,000 a year ?
i think it will fade, he's getting older and less pretty
when i look at him it's very hard to understand the attraction
justin bieber he is not
a
spaced
out
fucker
visualise
him
without
the
hair
and
he
looks
the
sex
obsessed
businessman
he
is
a
spaced
out
fucker
visualise
him
with
short
hair
and
he
looks
the
sex
obsessed
businessman
he
is
is
really
a
rational
discussion
life
women
have
is
when
they
are
young
they
are
locked
into
this
breeding
paradigm
which
doesn't
give
them
any
freedom
of
thought
and
when
they
get
older
the
hormones
go
and
they
are
free but wrecked the problem
women
have
is
when
they
are
young
they
are
locked
into
this
breeding
paradigm
even
though
they
may
not
breed
and
when
they
get
older
the
hormones
go
and
they
are free
but wrecked the human female
bonding
to
the
male
most other species
don't
have
that
though
they
have
their
intensities
are
gullible
for
everything
except
sense
a
lot
of
what
we
do
is
quite
meaningless
and
often
it's
not
what
we
think
it's
quite
hard
to
get
that
lot
of
what
we
do
is
quite
meaningless
it's
quite
hard
to
get
that
always
a
million
things
to
do
i
wish
it
wasn't
so
literally
true
can
be
direct
in
a
poem
and
not
direct
in
real
life
its
safer
small
minds
attempt
to
defrock
can
have
a
ton
of
money
but
if
you
aren't
well
you
haven't
got
anything
“ i know this is probably a stupid question ”
when
anyone
replies
to
you
on
a
net
message
board
they
are
paying
you
a
compliment
they
do
think
you
are
worth
replying
to
imo musical theory is what ruins people as composers
it's
too
unsubtle
and
too
categorical
if
you
compose
by
those
lights
you
are
just
going
to
get
clichéd
junk
you know what i notice about the hard core zen blog? they are all completely untalented!
as musicians they suck, as writers they suck and as photographers they suck !
even as actors and a film director !
how can they be any better than the crippling mediocrity they are, rigid as dumbbells and absolutely incapable of undertaking any reasonable discussion or problem solving which might lead to a bettering of skills !
god
what
have
i
been
dealing
with ?
hit
a
null
spot
maybe
it's
accidental
i
don't
know
i
don't
think
so
it's
unusual
the
most
of
it
listen
to
what
it
said
not
the
babble
and
nonsense
humans
impose
audio
or
awareness
i
just
don't
know
what
the
fuck
it's
all
about
more where what's here has come from
eileen comments :
oh andrew that was a funny muddle of words
my reply:
yeah got there in the end, it does make sense
larry eigner a gone
stars fill air with abstracted wings on crystalline lines and time between the stars a broken hinge
by the garage a flagpole mainstreet 5 cats yokked the world can't hold really too many absolutes but i am shattered and another time lost
while the sea slams the wind or lags an old woman's shoe flapping on the beach
and the awning was still there
larry eigner a gone
a gone, the world under the sky clouds all winter and summer the snow descends and occupies the ground
stars fill air with abstracted wings on crystalline lines and time between the stars a broken hinge
by the garage a flagpole mainstreet 5 cats yokked the world can't hold really too many absolutes but i am shattered and another time lost
while the sea slams the wind or lags an old woman's shoe flapping on the beach
and the awning was still there
can't find it written down on the web so have transcribed it from
(later) i have found it on the web in “the new american poetry”, 1945-1960, by donald allen
no 7th patriarch disapproved is complete without an unenlightenment poem
name
is
fred
and
i
am
dead
and
i
came
to
life
and
took
a
wife
and
that
was
the
end
of
me
i can't give you approval, but if strong disapproval is worth anything you have that
disapproved by the the 7th zen patriarch a sure recipe for success : o )
seriously, why not set up a website like this nut enlightened being
you and the “spiritual world” deserve each other !
plus, think of the opportunities for “liaisons” as if this game is about anything else for men ! : o )
for women queen beeing seems to be a sufficient motivation !
never
too
young
to
be
disillusioned
with
life
or
is
there
a
too
young ?
yeah
i think
there's
a
too
young
it's
never
too
young
to
be
disillusioned
with
life
or
is
there
a
too
young ?
yeah
i think
there's
a
too
young
panic
and
let
things
terminate
and
open
up in
their
own
way !
between us
is
i
am
always
breaking
and
being
broken
and
expect it
life
on the cross so to speak
will
i
reform
usually
i
do !
it's just a question of how it occurs
always
go
through
the
boundaries
the
only
way
i
don't
go
through
the
boundaries
is
not
to
enter
into
an
area
and
even
then
it
can
snuck
up
on
me !
i'm into this
random
nature
of
problem
solving
that
is
mucking
around
with
alot
of
random
guesses
before
one
comes
to
a
solution
if
one
comes
to
a
solution !
don't underrate what you have written either, it's a very good poem, with a simple natural spacing and rhythm and spare simple meaning !
you asked a question and the reply was an answer and has deep meaning that will slowly open up to you !
i'm quite abit older than you and been through it all, if some-one had told me at your age what i understand now i would have been very appreciative !
i know where you are coming from and there's just nothing around that knows anything at all, just clichéd stupidity that goes on forever and takes down anything that shines like the bright red poppy !
our
lives
!
what i wrote is not really that different from mystical christianity and one of john of the crosses poems about an island, but that sort of understanding is all lost these days !
the sombrero galaxy in infrared
basically chanting sa ta na ma and moving the fingers at the same time
claims
“in the study, the meditation group showed a 43 percent improvement in telomerase activity compared with 3.7 percent in the relaxation group.”
if that were true it would be like the fountain of youth : o )
why are we on this earth?
to exist?
to change it?
to destroy it?
why are we here?
do we have a purpose?
why are we here?
to make naught of what we cannot make
under/
over
the
horizon
the
glass
fragments glint
in
a
hundred
directions
but
one
catches
the
rainbow !
multi-coloured
tears
are
shed !
self ambiguating !
ed. that is, makes it unstable as to wether its a joke or satirisation or not, sort flicks back and forth
eileen replies
u mean it flikers into and out of joking?
is both
it's meant and not meant as serious
it's
the
colour
of
blood
everybody
so
dead?
blank
eyed
morons
cat
got
their
tongue
or
at
least
ran
away
with
it
socially
polite
to
the
point
of
complete
and
utter
boredom
minds
like
lavatory
bowls
clean
and
white
with
shit
in
yeah
this
great
aspiration
of
an
intelligent
being !
i can relate, wasting his life trying to do something and knowing it's all pointless
not really being successfull
futile and aging .........................
it is an italian divertenti candid camera episode
much wittier than the american
involves a womans head on a pavement being real, but the next pedestrian passing thinking it was a dummies head
there's abit more to it than meets the eye, like how we misperceive things based on continuity
as with a fair portion of net videos it pays to mute
if you see tears in my eyes it's not that i am sorry for myself, but i am returning to god or that from whence we never came !
dies
me
or
you
you
will
never
understand this !
my great lord:
from the eternal palace,
wherein we serve,
on the field of sahiga,
looking back
at the isles far offshore:
where on the fresh, clean shoreline
with the blowing of the wind,
breakers roar
and with the ebbing of the tide,
they go cutting jewelled seaweed:
from the age of gods
an awesome,
jewelled mountain isle.
so
willingly !
i like poetry that crafts a different angle : o )
get real !
spewing the fake they get upset at the little light of reality that intrudes !
xanax is a subtle depressant, it helps sleep and promotes GABA in a partial way, but you know the american way is to ignore diet and sensible things that can done for sleep like attention to coloured light to help modulate the circadian rhythm and and just pop a pill and ignore the word “side effects”
denial denial denial !
andrew wrote: you cannot afford the waste of a day that watching a movie does
please tell me who is watching a movie?
my reply :
that's quite a good point because in part it is the movie watching the movie !
so you take on the quality of the movie somewhat
one can compare say the jonathon miller 1966 television play of alice in wonderland with umm..
say hanna by joe wright
is alice in wonderland one of the el supremo spiritual texts?
if you have this sort of contact with superior visions of reality then the advaita prattle doesn't just look impoverished, it looks mentally retarded !
“hanna” if that's your horizon.................
alice in wonderland is not mundane, whereas i would say there is a sort of sickness with watching hanna
suzanne, if you are reading this, i really suggest that you do not watch films like hannah for the sake of your mental health
i'm already crazy enough without watching that sort of thing ; o )
a child can see past the advaita the mundane is the infinite
some
point
the
talk
fails
surprisingly !
you are not fake, but if you act fake, you are going to be ripped apart !
you are not fake, but if you act fake, you are going to be ripped apart !
proof
of
you
not
getting
it
right
is
the
way
you
behave
an
idiot
bends
over
back
wards
to
help
well
that's
why
he
is
an
idiot
isn't
he
proof
of
you
not
getting
it
right
is
the
way
you
behave
an
idiot
bends
over
back
wards
to
help
well
that's
why
he
is
an
idiot
isn't
he
broken dolls
how
can
love
turn
out
right
for
them?
who
is
going
to
be
upset
by
the
breaking
china
but
them?
“ the night sky opened up, a cantankerous void that we disappeared into? ”
ed. my reply deleted !
the morons clutch and grasp at what was not there in the first place
in the end you have to go on your own experience and actually if you are talking to infinity it's pretty garrulous !
many thanks for the fraud comment. noted. what is an advaita turge?
my reply:
turge is a very dense portmanteau/neologism
combining the latin turge/turgeo meaning “inflated swollen bombastic”
the english turbid, turgid, turd, surge, purge
i guess you will know what hyperlexia means ; o )
we are the exclusion of the infinite, theology and philosophy 101
at times in life we are the identity of the infinite withourselves and that is what your “awakening experience” is about
one sees it in a way that one remembers and that's what is so important
i had a similar experience about 1992 and its taken me literally about 18 years to make reasonable sense of it
i have actually found advaita quite helpful as they don't rubbish that sort of thing like they do in zen, but it's really a beginning and it's very noticable in advaita how they don't progress from that experience
generally my observation is teaching stops progress and inducts all sorts of less than wonderful health problems so i for one keep clear !
i don't say the fraud question is unmixed, you have done two very unfraudlike things, you have replied in a humorous and courteous vein, ie you can handle my posts and have not banned me or removed my posts which is the usual
in fact i would say you are the first person in this sort of area not to ban me or remove my posts in response to direct criticism !
of course they lack that direct contact with infinity so they never understand the role of self abatement revealing ..... so to speak !
in plain english there's sorta two levels, the prosaic one which is the daily life thing, trying to bring some observational powers to what life is and how it works and building in a cautious openness and skills for that like you have in your reply
that people can understand and can actually be taught somewhat tho self-taught is again really what it all boils down too
and there are relatively exceptional events which are an identity or a strong identity occurrence in infinity and actually they may occur relatively frequently
but the reality of most of life is what i call seeming which is just the humdrum as you point out, only where advaita goes wrong is it elevates this seeming to the identity with infinity , so when they say that i know they are missing the understanding and experience of infinity and it's missing even in the best advaita teachers i am afraid !
in all my experience and travelling over many many years, toni packer and perhaps george bowman were the only ones that seemed to understand that
it's like a basic law, hardly anyone understands, maybe one or two in a generation and that's about it, where you have a mass approach and advaita and zen are like that you don't have adequate understanding or experience !
in poetry like charles bukowski, syliva plath, emily dickenson, larry eigner it's much clearer, i think because there is so much natural ability !
long
line
of
words
could
be
a
haiku
a little accident of cojoined sperm
male
or
female
i'd
rather
be
neither
but
if
i
had
to
be
one
female
is
too
scary
even
for
female !
what i have noticed is it's not possible to comment effectively on a poem, you can only write a poem in reply !
“ hope ur not offended but...... ”
it's fairly strong wording to imply someone will be offended, if you are casual with it there is a price
infinity or buddha is not going to be constrained by position or movement or non movement or a concept such as meditation !
zazen is an act of disbelief and anesthetization !
life
is
better ?
mine
frankly !
the understanding exists independent of you or me or anything and if you abandon it it's still there
because your understanding is so mismatched with what's occurring you react in two ways, limiting your horizons so you have less stress in testing any hypothesis, and remembering what you have learnt so you can impose that on reality
shore that up with a heap of denial and you have voilà, any religion, brad warner, the hardcore zen blog and a lot or most matrimonial relationships !
the truth of the matter is you are, whether retired or not, waiting at the end of time, just passing the time in a way you find conducive to not thinking in a meaningful way about life or anything !
advaita is a bit different because of the strong female influence, more psychotic !
i am not waiting at the end of time so the ways have parted !
you are all going to live your tidy lives, die your tidy deaths, get your tidy operations and never notice you are being crucified along the way !
That's all I do
The way I am
I Estimate the existence of my self
Constantly in thought
Ever wondering Ever doubting
Never knowing
But always
Guessing
the above by Rangzona
than
guess
let
a
conclusion
form
and
then
test? !
That's all I do
The way I am
I Estimate the existence of my self
Constantly in thought
Ever wondering Ever doubting
Never knowing
But always
Guessing
To see what I see
You have to be hath insane
To understand my mind
You'll have to be out of yours
For mine never stops
Reality ever changing
My thoughts mourthing
Twisting
And me I'm alwase changing
New revelation
Every moment of the day
Never staying in one state of mind
Just who I am
Day to day
I can be some one new
And you'll never notis
For I never show it
This reality all you see is a guy
But in mine
I don't even call my self human
I'm some thing more and less
I controle my fate
And my fate contrules me
I am draged by my love
And I hold it up
I show my heart
And never die
My reality is so much more beautiful
But much more painfull
For I got to come back to this reality
Wear all my dreams are just that
And I mean nothing more than what I can do
Contemplations
That's my reality
That's what drives me
That's what I see
When all is clear
I see questions
Where none exist
This reality is my damnation
And my reality is my redemption
your spelling is interesting, it's what is called phonetic, that is, you spell as it sounds and sometimes you blurr words together a bit into one word
in other words what you write is valid as is with maybe one or two corrections
“My thoughts mourthing” that's what's called a neologism, you have made a new word, maybe a combination of mouthing and morphing? or did you mean one of those words
i quite like mourthing as a word
imo your poems are better for mostly having your own original spelling !
i think it would be helpful for your friends to identify which words they think are misspelled and for you to make the final decisions as what to change and what not!
interestingly james joyce used the word pome for poem!
i don't think what i am saying is sinking in, you will just have to keep coming back to it !