At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you
prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom,
Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant
and praise him though he slays them.
Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of
the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear
their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff.
And my heart bled within me; for you can only be
free when even the desire of seeking freedom
becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to
speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfilment.
You shall be free indeed when your days are not
without a care nor your nights without a want and a
grief,
But rather when these things girdle your life and yet
you rise above them naked and unbound.
And how shall you rise beyond your days and
nights unless you break the chains which you at the
dawn of your understanding have fastened around
your noon hour?
In truth that which you call freedom is the strongest
of these chains, though its links glitter in the sun
and dazzle your eyes.
And what is it but fragments of your own self you
would discard that you may become free?
If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was
written with your own hand upon your own
forehead.
You cannot erase it by burning your law books nor
by washing the foreheads of your judges, though
you pour the sea upon them.
And if it is a despot you would dethrone, see first
that his throne erected within you is destroyed.
For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud,
but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame
in their own pride?
And if it is a care you would cast off, that care has
been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you.
And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that
fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the
feared.
Verily all things move within your being in constant
half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the
repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that
which you would escape.
These things move within you as lights and
shadows in pairs that cling.
And when the shadow fades and is no more, the
light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light.
And thus your freedom when it loses its fetters
becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.
be blessed
...c
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Merry sunday to all ye faithful!
(& unfaithful too..=) hell, I ain't gon´ discriminate)
le's start off with a bit of chilled out sunday type relaxin sweet jazz by the ever so touching & magnificent Billie:
aaah, been listenin to her all morning & afternoon.
N now good ladies & gentlefolk of this good kind earth have a diggin of this: my dear diamond souled buddy sent me this a couple of days ago & I've been burstin to share it with y'all..
an illustrated version of me lil poem, created so magically by the amazing Abraham!
MAN! that just blows me away!! Hope you find him & love him!
& if you see him in the street give 'im a big hug=)
Here, I thought I'd share some magnetic poetry with ya!
These ones be from my days in ol Brighton (2004ish):
over there I sound of song
let me use your bomb
for crack
man
...c
the wind says dryly
ask
what
why
how
when
...c
not
a minute after
the day
yet here we
are
...c
I d want a bruised meal
with glass and
go away
Claire & ...c
a book said slender tongue
can stagger and run
...c
dark bouquet smells of him
Claire
see my summer people in red
lace
immense like avenues
consumed by skin
Claire
these tendril sisters
full or not
slice you through it
Claire (& ...c)
if this were on
tell all from
up about
...c
has his dirty shower willed
yer
teacher
...c
put out her only burning
building
...c
& these her in Finlandio in the year 2008:
Will sleep more easily
Mama
Open clothes
spend many a day
loyal
...c
Hear no mean
old talk
Ems
Smile and laugh
around friendly people
with long almost slow surprise
Ems & ...c
Listen to silent mind
between night like
secret generous child
...c
When some word which was
our kind
said no too soon
it must have needed
support
Ems
Borrow the dinner
then keep close so
joker of same
empty time
can cry after her
man
Ems & ...c
Always sweet & warm
my favorite woman
Ems & Mama
They go alike here
taste the idea of that
Ems
Chocolate for big full
friendship
Julia
Tear my share
Ems
Relax believe in
intuition
Ems & Mama
I would stay near you
though he hugs you
Ems
Fight dark light
like a strong flower
Julia
How safe two came
about
Ems
Drink under funny heart
together grow through
delirious story
why
...c
She does tell
Ems
Aaa, dig all them fine poets! & get yrself a set of ol fridge poetry & tell yr own sweet little stories! Just let go & let it all come to ya! Great fun.
1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy 2. Submissive to everything, open, listening 3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house 4. Be in love with yr life 5. Something that you feel will find its own form 6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind 7. Blow as deep as you want to blow 8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind 9. The unspeakable visions of the individual 10. No time for poetry but exactly what is 11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest 12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you 13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition 14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog 16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye 17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself 18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea 19. Accept loss forever 20. Believe in the holy contour of life 21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind 22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better 23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning 24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge 25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it 26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form 27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness 28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better 29. You're a Genius all the time 30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
-Jack Kerouac
Lastly ol Prophet speaks:
Then a lawyer said, But what of our Laws,
master?
And he answered:
You delight in laying down laws,
Yet you delight more in breaking them.
Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-
towers with constancy and then destroy them with
laughter.
But while you build your sand-towers the ocean
brings more sand to the shore, And when you
destroy them the ocean laughs with you.
Verily the ocean laughs always with the innocent.
But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and
man-made laws are not sand-towers,
But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with
which they would carve it in their own likeness?
What of the cripple who hates dancers?
What of the ox who loves his yoke and deems the
elk and deer of the forest stray and vagrant things?
What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin,
and calls all others naked and shameless?
And of him who comes early to the wedding-feast,
and when overfed and tired goes his way
saying that all feasts are violation and all feasters
lawbreakers?
What shall I say of these save that they too stand in
the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun?
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are
their laws.
And what is the sun to them but a caster of
shadows?
And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop
down and trace their shadows upon the earth?
But you who walk facing the sun, what images
drawn on the earth can hold you?
You who travel with the wind, what weather-vane
shall direct your course?
What man's law shall bind you if you break your
yoke but upon no man's prison door?
What laws shall you fear if you dance but stumble
against no man's iron chains?
And who is he that shall bring you to judgement if
you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man's
path?
People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and
you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall
command the skylark not to sing?
be well!
Lotsa love
...c
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Long time no postage! HElls bells! But we goeth agayn So, I ain't got nuffink particular to share or tell or such but I felt like doin somethin with this here thing.. Well no, actually I've gots these here: first off I cannot overstate the awesomeness of this: http://itsalltoday.blogspot.fi
& This is full of wonders! http://www.openculture.com I'm completely hooked & could spend hours on there discoverin allsorts but alas! time doth not be kind!
a random Bukowski for ya:
the finest of the breed
there's nothing to
discuss
there's nothing to
remember
there's nothing to
forget
it's sad
and
it's not
sad
seems the
most sensible
thing
a person can
do
is
sit
with drink in
hand
as the walls
wave
their goodbye
smiles
one comes through
it
all
with a certain
amount of
efficiency and
bravery
then
leaves
some accept
the possibility of
God
to help them
get
through
others
take it
straight on
and to those
I drink
tonight.
Brilliant! & maybe silly (to follow such a great) but fuck it, I'll include one of me own... please pardon a simple guy his folly... Eyeless night On the kitchen floor I sit & ponder about sweet nothings in the night (hard to write when all drunk & tired..) I whisper with eyes closed to my honey & confess the feelings in my secret little drunk soul.. Too stupid & little I feel in these dark & wee eyeless hours.. Past are the HC drinkin days & spouting sessions.. Well, now they're only spouting! too much bollocks. The moon don't even back me up on these flights... Half a heart dangling from my neck.. the other half too wise.. Forget about me in these dreamy nights & see visions of stars & the future & maybe I'll be blessed.. Maybe I'll be forgiven... -Chris A.d.M sometime in 2006... & last but in no way least, le Prophet speaketh: Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, Speak to us of Crime and Punishment. And he answered, saying: It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind, That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself. And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed. Like the ocean is your god-self; It remains for ever undefiled. And like the ether it lifts but the winged. Even like the sun is your god-self; It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. But your god-self dwells not alone in your being. Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man, But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening. And of the man in you would I speak. For it is he and not your god-self nor the pigmy in the mist that knows crime and punishment of crime. Oftentimes have I heard you speak of one who commits a wrong as though he were not one of you, but a stranger unto you and an intruder upon your world. But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also. And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree, So the wrongdoer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all. Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self. You are the way and the wayfarers. And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone. Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who, though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone. And this also, though the word lie heavy upon your hearts: The murdered is not unaccountable for his own murder. And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed. The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked, And the white-handed is not clean in the doings of the felon. Yea, the guilty is oftentimes the victim of the injured. And still more often the condemned is the burden bearer for the guiltless and unblamed. You cannot separate the just from the unjust and the good from the wicked; For they stand together before the face of the sun even as the black thread and the white thread are woven together. And when black thread breaks, the weaver shall look into the whole cloth, and he shall examine the loom also. If any of you would bring to judgement the unfaithful wife, Let him also weigh the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements. And let him who would lash the offender look unto the spirit of the offended. And if any of you would punish in the name of righteousness and lay the axe unto evil tree, let him see to its roots; And verily he will find the roots of the good and the bad, the fruitful and the fruitless, all entwined together in the silent heart of the earth. And you judges who would be just. What judgement pronounce you upon him who thought honest in the flesh yet is a thief in spirit? What penalty lay you upon him who slays in the flesh yet is himself slain in the spirit? And how prosecute you him who in action is a deceiver and an oppressor, Yet who also is aggrieved and outraged? And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds? Is not remorse the justice which is administered by that very law which you would fain serve? Yet you cannot lay remorse upon the innocent nor lift it form the heart of the guilty. Unbidden shall it call in the night, that man may wake and gaze upon themselves. And you who would understand justice, how shall you unless you look upon all deeds in the fullness of light? Only then shall you know that the erect and the fallen are but one man standing in twilight between the night of his pigmy-self and the day of his god- self, And that the cornerstone of the temple is not higher than the lowest stone in its foundation.
chears! lota love ...c
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
HEY! Got a package from my good buddy Mr.Nervous.. or Mr.Cape.. well Abey anyway. & in this parcel was.. yes indeedy, a copy of Nervous in a Cape issue 6!!! It's marvelous stuff y'all & I highly recommend shooting down to http://www.goshlondon.com/find-us/
AAA some many things to do & dig & so lil time!!! Darn dang it all... Prophet goes: And a merchant said, Speak to us of Buying and Selling. And he answered and said: To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands. It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and be satisfied. Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger. When in the market-place you toilers of the sea and fields and vineyards meet the weavers and the potters and the gatherers of spices - Invoke then the master spirit of the earth, to come into your midst ad sanctify the scales and the reckoning that weighs value against value. And suffer not the barren-handed to take part in your transactions, who would sell their words for your labour. To such men you should say: ´Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net; ´For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us.´ And if there come the singers and the dancers and the flute-players - buy of their gifts also. For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and food for your soul. And before you leave the ,market-place, see that no one has gone his way with empty hands. For the master spirit of the earth shall not sleep peacefully upon the wind till the needs of the least of you are satisfied. A-men & I count ol Abe with the singers & dancers & flute players
"For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense,
