je est un autre

l'oreille

2011-12-26T21:10:00.000-08:00

voici mon oreille.

j'apprends à écouter.

avec pacience.

avec amour.

avec objectivité.

j'écoute.

tu m'as offert cette boucle.

le soleil et moi

2011-12-26T21:07:00.000-08:00

depuis le début des temps.

dehors.

dedans.

reflets dorés.

transparence et chaleure.
connection intime.

la main & la clope

2011-12-26T21:05:00.000-08:00

le vent l'emportera*

2011-10-13T13:05:00.000-07:00

la delicatesse

2011-10-13T13:03:00.001-07:00

corazón espinado

2011-10-13T13:00:00.000-07:00

looking down @leaves.

2011-04-26T21:12:00.000-07:00

its harder than i thought

2011-04-26T21:07:00.000-07:00

... but definetly worth it.

evolution.

co-evolution.

breaking habits,

breaking rules.

tuning in.

dropping out.

jumping around on one foot.

laughing into the woods.

blissful in the mountains.

entering the woods

2011-04-26T21:02:00.000-07:00

xmas candy lips

2010-12-21T21:48:00.000-08:00

feeling kind of blue

2010-11-06T17:49:00.000-07:00

cold in the night

the skies are clear

but I wonder.

measuring the process,

gathering forces,

for the next stage,

the journey is long...

I know where...

just finding out the how.

feeling kind of blue...

beautiful hopeful blue---

under the cold clear skies of november...

with a flower in my hand.

sweet beautiful inocence

2010-11-06T17:46:00.000-07:00

i have always known...

2010-09-19T21:08:00.000-07:00

this way is no good.

allowing it all to touch base, myself to touch bottom.

habits and addictions that have been lead to extremes...

i am no longer lost.

i know the way, have always known.

stages, experiments... some longer than others...

some harder to break than others...

but you just keep on going.

2010-08-30T21:53:00.000-07:00

surfing the wave... enjoying the moment.

connected.

with myself, with my surroundings, with eternity and vacuity.

finding the way and getting stronger.

time goes by and i will look back and see how it all has been shifting into place.

discipline, congruence, harmony.

cleansing, focusing, and aspiring to a life in balance.

corazón de agave

2010-08-20T21:04:00.000-07:00

walking the way

2010-05-02T20:24:00.000-07:00

adjusting perception

changing ways.

Gaia

2010-04-23T21:59:00.000-07:00

manifests itself in such wonderful ways.

spectacles that make you shiver.

colors, forms and textures that make you feel @home.

In love.

Seduced.

the eye

2010-04-13T20:31:00.000-07:00

looks @ everything

through anything.

the mind configures what it sees.

reality is.

frontiers and walls erase.

all is.

through anything.

centering the winds...

2010-04-09T21:19:00.000-07:00

blowing hard,

dust away.

flowing

with the wind

as water

adapting, readapting

focusing

centering.

finding balance.

under the pink shade...

2010-03-20T20:13:00.000-07:00

where everything shines

voluptuous skies reflecting light

i wander far an away

past present and future intertwine

under the pink shade....

I can see clearly now into marshmallow skies...

2010-03-09T20:53:00.002-08:00

seeking inner laberynths,

nodes of clarity.

Everything starts to bloom, fireworks in the sky.

I can finally see through forms and layers of smoke,

materializing energy.

ever changing.

flying butterflies cotton candy...

Constant evolution/revolution.

Healing transmutation.

through the light

2010-03-09T20:53:00.001-08:00

sunset fluffy landscapes...

2010-02-28T19:24:00.000-08:00

...nurturing moments of light,

soft fluffy textures transporting us to unknown horizons...

i found myself suddenly on the other side of the moon

a glimpse of eternity.

exploring the golden canyons...

... in search of

answers

truth

myself

simply nothing.

reconnection - reflection - reconfiguration - regeneration

now, i fly away into the ocean of light

...trascending being and believes.

we are not human beings...

2010-02-20T20:46:00.000-08:00

finding the way...

2010-02-02T20:11:00.000-08:00

i have built my nest

my refuge

my tower

i never stop trying ... trying stop never i

to build the way.

i wander every day

going deeper & deeper into myself

listen.

nothing is really there.

eternal reconfiguration

breaking the code

love is the answer

r u ready to surf the zuvuya wave?

mujer dormida... despierta.

2010-01-25T21:37:00.000-08:00

when i grow up

2010-01-16T16:07:00.000-08:00

the wind blows

2010-01-16T15:51:00.000-08:00

it sweeps away with everything

cleansing all.

dragons flying in the sky

sun falling down on me...

I see clearly now the fog is gone.

blow, blow, just keep on blowing

naked lunch

2010-01-12T20:45:00.000-08:00

Time for a rethink

2010-01-09T22:31:00.000-08:00

I spent my childhood in the English countryside over 70 years ago where we lived a simple life without telephones or electricity. Horses were still a normal source of power and we hardly imagined radio and television. One thing I remember well was how superstitious we all were. Men and women who in other ways were intelligent, fearfully avoided places said to be haunted. They would suffer inconvenience rather than travel on Fridays that were the 13th day of the month.

Their irrational fears fed on ignorance and were quite common. I cannot help thinking that they persist, but now these fears are about the products of science. This is particularly true of nuclear power plants that seem to stir the dread that in the past was felt about a moonlit graveyard thought to be infested with werewolves and vampires.

The fear of nuclear energy is understandable through its association in the mind with the horrors of nuclear warfare, but it is unjustified; nuclear power plants are not bombs. They are, in fact, built solidly enough to withstand even a direct hit by a plane in a terrorist attack, according to industry experts.

What at first was a proper concern for safety has become a near-pathological anxiety. Much of the blame for this goes to the news media, the television and film industries, and fiction writers. All these have used the fear of things nuclear as a reliable prop to sell their wares. They, and the political disinformers who sought to discredit the nuclear industry as potential enemies, have been so successful at frightening the public that it is now impossible in many nations to propose a new nuclear power plant.

No source of power is entirely safe, even windmills are not free of fatal accidents, but compared to nuclear power, the dangers of continuing to burn fossil fuels (oil, gas, coal) as our main energy source are far greater and they threaten not just individuals but civilisation itself. Much of the First World behaves like an addicted smoker: we are so used to burning fossil fuels for our needs that we ignore their long-term risks.

Polluting the air with carbon dioxide and other greenhouse gases has no immediate consequences, but continued pollution leads to climate changes whose effects are only apparent when it is almost too late for a cure. Carbon dioxide poisons the environment just as salt can poison us. No harm comes from a modest intake, but a daily diet with too much salt can cause a lethal quantity to accumulate in the body.

Although nothing we do will destroy life on Earth, we could change the environment to a point where civilisation is threatened. Sometime in this or the next century we may see this happen because of climate change and a rise in the level of the sea. If we go on burning fossil fuel at the present rate it is probable that all of the cities of the world now at sea level will be flooded.

Try to imagine the social consequences of hundreds of millions of homeless refugees seeking dry land on which to live. In the turmoil, they may look back and minder how humans could have been so foolish as to bring so much misery upon themselves,, by the thoughtless burning of carbon fuels. They may then reflect regretfully that they could have avoided their miseries by the safe use of nuclear energy.

Nuclear power, although potentially harmful to people, is a negligible danger to the planet. Natural ecosystems can stand levels of continuous radiation that would be intolerable in a city. The land around Chernobyl was evacuated because its high radiation intensity made it unsafe for people, but this radioactive land is now rich in wildlife, much more so than neighbouring areas.

Even scientists seem to forget our planet's radioactive history When a star ends as a supernova, the nuclear explosive material, which includes uranium and plutonium, together with large amounts ofiron and other burnt-out elements, scatters in space, as does the dust cloud of a hydrogen bomb test.

Perhaps the strangest thing about the Earth is that it formed from lumps of fall-out from a star-sized nuclear bomb. This is why, even today, the Earth's crust has enough uranium left to reconstitute the original event on a minute scale.

There is no other credible explanation for the great quantity of unstable elements still present. The most primitive and old-fashioned Geiger counter will indicate that we stand on the fall-out of a vast ancient nuclear explosion. Within our bodies, hallo million atoms, rendered unstable in that event, still erupt every minute, releasing a tiny fraction of the energy stored from that fierce fire of long ago.

Life began nearly four billion years ago under conditions of radioactivity far more intense than those that trouble the minds of certain present-day environmentalists. Moreover, the air had neither oxygen nor ozone so that the fierce unfiltered ultra-violet radiation of the sun irradiated the surface of the Earth. We need to keep in mind the thought that these fierce energies flooded the very womb of life.

At least in the short term, alternative sources of energy remain wildly uneconomical. A recent report by the Royal Academy of Engineering showed that the nuclear option was the second cheapest means of generating electricity, at 2.3p per kilowatt hour, after gas at 2.2p (gas prices have since shot up), while wind power costs more than 5p per kWH.

I hope that it is not too late for the world to emulate France and make nuclear power our principal source of energy. At present we have no other viable alternative.

look up @ the moon...

2010-01-08T17:29:00.000-08:00

I wonder why.

I wonder how.

Covered in fog and smoke.

should i continue to believe?

the moon shines on her tonight and reality strikes.

i should just follow my way.

burn, burn, burn.

i guess i still don't know when to stop.

People...

2010-01-06T07:45:00.000-08:00

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

...somebody said this quote made them think of me...

à 50 ans de ta mort

2010-01-04T15:50:00.000-08:00

Ce monde en lui même n'est pas raisonnable, c'est tout ce qu'on peut en dire. Mais ce qui est absurde, c'est laconfrontation de cet irrationnel et de ce désir éperdu de clarté dont l'appel résonne au plus profond de l'homme.
Le mythe de Sisyphe (1942)

Ce qui m'intéresse, c'est qu'on vive et qu'on meure de ce qu'on aime.
La Peste (1947)

Croyez-moi, pour certains êtres, au moins, ne pas prendre ce qu'on ne désire pas est la chose la plus difficile du monde.
La Chute (1956)

De toutes les écoles de la patience et de la lucidité, la création est la plus efficace. Elle est aussi le bouleversant témoignage de la seule dignité de l'homme: la révolte tenace contre sa condition, la persévérance dans un efforttenu pour stérile.
Le mythe de Sisyphe (1942)

Il faut créer le bonheur pour protester contre l'univers du malheur.

LSD

2010-01-03T14:58:00.000-08:00

The characteristic property of hallucinogens, to suspend the boundaries between the experiencing self and the outer world in an ecstatic, emotional experience, makes it posible with their help, and after suitable internal and external perparation... to evoke a mystical experience according to plan, so to speak... I see the true importance of LSD in the possibility of providing material aid to meditation aimed at the mystical experience of a deeper, comprehensive reality. Such a use accords entirely with the essence and working character of LSD as a sacred drug.

lost in wood.

2010-01-02T20:26:00.000-08:00

i wonder what it feels to stand there for hundreds of years in the middle of paradise.

so soft, so wise, so tall.

so strong.

just watching it all happen.

new year's quote

2009-12-31T20:43:00.000-08:00

I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's.

william blake.

look familiar?

2009-12-28T19:52:00.000-08:00

on a way of life

2009-12-27T19:01:00.000-08:00

"Take care not to shave your antennae of a mornimg.

Respect movements, flee schools.

Do not confuse progressive science with intuitive science, the only one that counts.

Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.

Be someone else when receiving your blows (Leporello).

People would say to Al Brown: "You are not a boxer. You are a dancer." He laughed at this, and won.

Do not take up cause against the inaccuracies printed about you. They are your protection.

Be a constant outrage to modesty There is nothing to fear: modesty is exercised only among the blind.

One is either judge or accused. The judge sits, the accused stands. Live on your feet.

Never forget that a masterpiece is testimony to intellectual depravity (A break with the norm.) Turn it into action, and society will condemn it. That is what usually happens anyway.

Contradict the so-called avant-garde.

Hasten slowly. Run faster than beauty.

Find first, seek later.

Be helpful, even if it compromises you.

Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.

Withdraw quietly from the dance.

He who is affected by an insult is infected by it.

Understand that some of your enemies are amongst your best friends (a question of standards).

Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.

Do not fear being ridiculous in relation to the ridiculous.

Don't put all your baskets in one egg.

See your disappointments as good fortune. One plan's deflation is another's inflation.

A certain kind of stupidity is essential. The encyclopedists are the source of the kind of intelligence that is a transcendent form of stupidity.

Do not close the circle. Leave it open. Descartes closes the circle. Pascal leaves it open. Rousseau's triumph over the encyclopedists is to have left his circle open when they closed theirs.

The pen should be a dowser's rod, capable of reviving an atrophied sense, to help an infallible yet almost totally dysfunctional sense. (The real me.) .

Do not flee yourself in action.

Allow the power of the soul to grow as flagrant as the power of sex.

Expect neither reward nor beatitude. Return noble waves for ignoble.

Hate only hatred.

An unjust conviction is the supreme title to nobility.

Disavow anyone who provokes or accepts the extermination of a race to which he does not belong.

Be a mere assistant to your unconscious. Do only half the work. The rest will do itself.

Consider metaphysics as an extension of the physical.

Know that your work speaks only to those on the same wavelength as you.

Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.

. . . The ultimate politeness in art consists of speaking only to those who are able to uncover and measure its relationships. Anything else is symbolic, and symbolism is merely transcendental imagery. . . ."

Red Rythmic Moon

2009-12-18T17:50:00.000-08:00

encarcelados

2009-12-09T18:24:00.000-08:00

the rebel

2009-12-04T20:10:00.000-08:00

People are afraid, very much afraid of those who know themselves. They have a certain power, a certain aura and a certain magnetism, a charisma that can take out alive, young people from the traditional imprisonment....

The enlightened man cannot be enslaved - that is the difficulty - and he cannot be imprisoned.... Every genius who has known something of the inner is bound to be a little difficult to be absorbed; he is going to be an upsetting force. The masses don't want to be disturbed, even though they may be in misery; they are in misery, but they are accustomed to the misery. And anybody who is not miserable looks like a stranger.

The enlightened man is the greatest stranger in the world; he does not seem to belong to anybody. No organization confines him, no community, no society, no nation.

Osho The Zen Manifesto: Freedom from Oneself Chapter 9

rincones olvidados

2009-11-30T18:14:00.000-08:00

sunday card: totality

2009-11-29T19:33:00.001-08:00

Every moment there is a possibility to be total. Whatsoever you are doing, be absorbed in it so utterly that the mind thinks nothing, is just there, is just a presence. And more and more totality will be coming. And the taste of totality will make you more and more capable of being total. And try to see when you are not total. Those are the moments which have to be dropped slowly, slowly. When you are not total, whenever you are in the head--thinking, brooding, calculating, cunning, clever--you are not total. Slowly, slowly slip out of those moments. It is just an old habit. Habits die hard. But they die certainly--if one persists, they die.

Osho Take it Easy, Volume 1 Chapter 12

card for today: Maturity

2009-11-27T19:44:00.003-08:00

The distinction between the grasses and the blossoms is the same as between you not knowing that you are a buddha, and the moment you know that you are a buddha. In fact, there is no way to be otherwise. Buddha is completely blossomed, fully opened. His lotuses, his petals, have come to a completion.... Certainly, to be full of spring yourself is far more beautiful than the autumn dew falling on the lotus leaves. That is one of the most beautiful things to watch: when autumn dew falls on the lotus leaves and shine in the morning sun like real pearls. But of course it is a momentary experience. As the sun rises, the autumn dew starts evaporating.... This temporary beauty cannot be compared, certainly, with an eternal spring in your being. You look back as far as you can and it has always been there. You look forward as much as you can, and you will be surprised: it is your very being. Wherever you are it will be there, and the flowers will continue to shower on you. This is spiritual spring.

Osho No Mind: The Flowers of Eternity Chapter 5

home sweet home

2009-11-26T18:12:00.000-08:00

under the stars and the half moon...

in the mountains...

home sweet home...

benares

2009-11-21T21:04:00.000-08:00

mudanza proxima

2009-11-20T20:42:00.000-08:00

Ya es un hecho...

hoy lo coordiné... mudanza el miercoles 25 de noviembre...

home sweet home here I come.

i am so so so excited...

The Infinity Factory: Robert Anton Wilson, Genesis P-Orridge and me

2009-11-19T20:26:00.000-08:00

From early 1997 to sometime mid-1999 I had a talkshow called The Infinity Factory that was produced at Pseudo.com, the increasingly legendary “Internet TV Network,” creative madhouse and party central of downtown New York during the high-flying Silicon Alley dotcom years. (Ondi TImoner’s new Sundance Grand Jury Prize-winning documentary, We Live in Public chronicles the rise and fall of Pseudo founder Josh Harris and it’s a fascinating film, a movie well worth going out of your way to catch. Watch my interview with Ondi here).

The Infinity Factory was taped every Sunday evening at 8pm with a few exceptions. It was produced by Vanessa Weinberg who also DJ’d and mixed the show live. Vanessa was extraordinarily in tune with how the conversations were flowing and added an intricate bed of trippy music, samples and sound loops under what were often extremely psychedelic conversations to begin with—like this episode, with Robert Anton Wilson and Genesis P-Orridge. This show dates, I think, from Fall of 1997. When it was originally netcast it was when most people still had 56k modems and the video quality was fairly awful. Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty cool to be able to do something like this back then and there was a real “pirate radio” aspect to it as well that greatly appealed to me, but in truth it looked more like flickery animation than it did actual video. And it was the size of a postage stamp. There were probably well over 100 shows, each of them around 50 minutes, but I really can’t say for sure how many there were. Most of them are probably lost.

Pseudo had several floors, first two then three, in the no-frills building where Jeff Koons and Mark Kostabi still have their art studios, on the corner of Houston and Broadway. One floor had the business people and the producer’s offices and on the floor with the studio—which is where all the parties were—Josh Harris had his own apartment in the back. Each Sunday night, I’d usually I’d see him, cigar in hand, either leaving or returning from a poker game. It was, if memory serves on the 12th floor and this building had the scariest elevator I have, ever, ever used. It was super slow and extremely rickety. If I made it up and down in one piece each week, I breathed a sigh of relief, let me tell you. When someone especially heavy was waiting for the elevator, I’d opt to use the steps, even if it was twelve long flights. Seriously, you took your life into your own hand with this elevator. I don’t know why Jeff Koons puts up with it. (Composer Gershon Kingsley, who was a guest on the show once, told me that taking that elevator and getting off at Pseudo was like entering Dante’s Inferno except that you went up instead of down. I don’t think he was joking)

The studio itself was basically set up like a radio station but with these cheapo cameras that were the size of cigarette packs on pivots that were cut with this jerry-rigged Radio Shack thumb switch with three clunky buttons. The hosts had to do this themselves—cut between cameras—in the beginning. It was really distracting when you were trying to concentrate on what someone was saying (I might be doing it here, but I don think I was). I had some fun guests on the Infinity Factory including a pre-Boing Boing David Pescovitz, Adam Parfrey of Feral House infamy, painter Paul Laffoley, my late and very missed friend Dr. Mario Pazzaglini, R.U. Sirius, Grant Morrison, Joe Coleman and Bob Wilson, who was on a couple of times. Genesis P-Orridge, Douglas Rushkoff, Howard Bloom and conspiracy theory writers Kenn Thomas and Robert Sterling were all frequent guests.

It’s nice to see these shows popping again now, after so many years, as larger HD YouTube files. These shows were taped off Manhattan Cable and probably represent the best versions around. If the master tapes do still exist, they’d be in Josh’s storage space amongst 10,000 hours of other Pseudo programming and I doubt very much they have been cataloged! On television only in New York City (and maybe later in Brooklyn) The Infinity Factory was on a fairly low number on the Time-Warner cable box, so if you were flipping channels at 10:30 on Thursday night and you lived in Manhattan, you were going to see me. This was at the time George Clooney was still on E.R. and it amused me to no end that people watching that show or MTV’s The Real World and channel surfing would—inevitably—find themselves looking at my freaky show.

The morning after it was on the Manhattan Cable for first time I was asked “What do you do for a living? I saw you on TV last night” or some variation on that theme by four people in my apartment building who had never spoken to me before. Overnight I had become as famous as… Robin Byrd or Al Goldstein!

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dreams

2009-11-19T16:24:00.000-08:00

Last night i dreamt I was in lust for Luke Perry...

felt like i was 14 again...

time goes by!

chomsky: estado fallido

2009-11-17T12:19:00.000-08:00

purple love

2009-11-16T16:55:00.000-08:00

to care, to take care, to be taken care of.

el nuevo mundo

2009-11-15T16:02:00.000-08:00

Timothy Leary Interview

2009-11-14T16:50:00.000-08:00

the way you make me feel!

2009-11-11T21:35:00.000-08:00

passion flower

2009-11-10T20:34:00.000-08:00

just looking at things as they are.

be.

como no te voy a querer...

2009-11-09T21:27:00.000-08:00

face to face with Carl Jung

2009-11-08T19:31:00.000-08:00

Playfulness

2009-11-07T19:48:00.000-08:00

The moment you start seeing life as non-serious, a playfulness, all the burden on your heart disappears. All the fear of death, of life, of love - everything disappears. One starts living with a very light weight or almost no weight. So weightless one becomes, one can fly in the open sky.

Zen's greatest contribution is to give you an alternative to the serious man. The serious man has made the world, the serious man has made all the religions. He has created all the philosophies, all the cultures, all the moralities; everything that exists around you is a creation of the serious man. Zen has dropped out of the serious world. It has created a world of its own which is very playful, full of laughter, where even great masters behave like children.

Osho Nansen: The Point of Departure Chapter 8

Louis Armstrong & Johnny Cash

2009-11-06T18:43:00.000-08:00

koyaanisqatsi

2009-11-05T18:36:00.000-08:00

addiction

2009-11-04T16:53:00.000-08:00

every form of addiction is bad,

no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol,

morphine or idealism.

Carl Jung

quiero volver a ser un paraguas...

2009-11-03T19:36:00.000-08:00

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happy

2009-11-02T20:28:00.000-08:00

happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy

in harmony

2009-11-01T19:50:00.000-08:00

Syd Barrets acid trip

2009-10-31T19:27:00.000-07:00

lost in pink

2009-10-30T21:36:00.000-07:00

it's been raining for hours.

drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop

i contract, my mind runs on its own, time is not enough.

u still are not well.

i hear the rain fall.

drop after drop.

i have left my home for 2 years...

i didn't have time to say goodbye properly.

i felt pushed out, rushed, constrained.

i have let go.

a new cycle begins, i am in the in-between.

happy

full of light & love.

hope

i am lost in pink.

packing

2009-10-29T16:01:00.000-07:00

finally it is time to move again.

I love putting all into boxes...

throwing some things out and packing the rest.

cleansing times, letting go...

anxious to create a new space.

home.

Life Inc.

2009-10-28T21:49:00.000-07:00

fire under water

2009-10-27T23:38:00.000-07:00

yet alive.

rainy days, happy days.

mimetizando

2009-10-26T23:04:00.000-07:00

soleil

2009-10-25T19:02:00.000-07:00

tu es en moi.

kin 94: White Electric Wizard

2009-10-24T18:51:00.000-07:00

I Activate in order to Enchant

Bonding Receptivity

I seal the Output of Timelessness

With the Electric tone of Service

I am guided by the power of Endlessness

carnivoritatransplantatunelnaturaeternity

2009-10-23T18:17:00.000-07:00

time to enter the tunel.

basic healing

speak truth

heart

love

change

evolution

confrontation

focus

life

decision

nostalgique reflexions...

2009-10-22T12:52:00.000-07:00

i remember when, why & how

pupils meeting, clouds smoothly moving

mirrors reflecting so clearly it seems like water... or the other way around.

the puzzle is incomplete but all the pieces are here.

the sound of crickets, of nothingness, of natura, of past/present/future days.

u dive into the greenness.

i dive into myself.

be true, falsely honest, everything is fake in a way.

words & formulas are not reality, feelings, emotions, thoughts, movement in eternity.

i remember to look into the mirror and follow the rabbit.

under the lemon tree

2009-10-21T22:27:00.000-07:00

natura healing mandala

2009-10-20T22:04:00.000-07:00

healing moments.

breathing fresh air in the mountains.

harmonynatura

hearing bells in the quiet of the night...

2009-10-19T19:36:00.000-07:00

ehecatl

2009-10-18T18:28:00.000-07:00

le vent souffle,

et tout s'envole...

temps de lacher.

souffle qui souffle...

I know what I have to do

2009-10-17T19:45:00.000-07:00

I am conscious, I breathe.

I am aware, I shine.

I Play, I Love.

Trust is sometimes absent.

I believe a sacred link has been broken.

I know not all the truth has been spoken.

Diwali, time to cleanse.

House, body, mind, & spirit.

always an open heart.

3 days.

healing, cleansing, forgiving.

mountains, fairy, home, peace, quiet, stars, nature, harmony, light, dance, ceremonies, rituals, growing, cultivating, focusing, cleansing, healing, strength, love, sleep, heal, green, inner quiet,

quiet inner

time to heal, time to grow stronger, time to believe.

Talks and Writings of G. I. Gurdjieff

2009-10-16T19:17:00.000-07:00

THERE DO EXIST ENQUIRING MINDS, which long for the truth of the heart, seek it, strive to solve the problems set by life, try to penetrate to the essence of things and phenomena and to penetrate into themselves. If a man reasons and thinks soundly, no matter which path he follows in solving these problems, he must inevitably arrive back at himself, and begin with the solution of the problem of what he is himself and what his place is in the world around him. For without this knowledge, he will have no focal point in his search. Socrates’ words, “Know thyself” remain for all those who seek true knowledge and being.

VIEWS FROM THE REAL WORLD, p. 43 [pb]

LIBERATION LEADS TO LIBERATION. These are the first words of truth—not truth in quotation marks but truth in the real meaning of the word; truth which is not merely theoretical, not simply a word, but truth that can be realized in practice. The meaning behind these words may be explained as follows:

By liberation is meant the liberation which is the aim of all schools, all religions, at all times.

This liberation can indeed be very great. All men desire it and strive after it. But it cannot be attained without the first liberation, a lesser liberation. The great liberation is liberation from influences outside us. The lesser liberation is liberation from influences within us.

VIEWS FROM THE REAL WORLD, p. 266

WILL IS A SIGN OF A BEING OF A VERY HIGH ORDER OF EXISTENCE as compared with the being of an ordinary man. Only men who are in possession of such a being can do. All other men are merely automata, put into action by external forces like machines or clockwork toys, acting as much and as long as the wound-up spring within them acts, and not capable of adding anything to its force.

VIEWS FROM THE REAL WORLD, p. 71

Faith of consciousness is freedom

Faith of feeling is weakness

Faith of body is stupidity.

Love of consciousness evokes the same in response

Love of feeling evokes the opposite

Love of body depends only on type and polarity.

Hope of consciousness is strength

Hope of feelings is slavery

Hope of body is disease.

BEELZEBUB’S TALES, p. 361

Culture is your operating system

2009-10-15T19:38:00.000-07:00

some more by anaïs nin

2009-10-14T20:26:00.000-07:00

"and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does bot believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman."

"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death."

quotes from Tropic of Cancer

2009-10-13T20:20:00.000-07:00

"I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God. This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off-key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse."

"A glance at that dark, unstitched wound and a deep fissure in my brain opens up: all the images and memories that had been laboriously or absent-mindedly assorted, labelled, documented, files, sealed and stamped break forth pellmell like ants pouring out of a crack in the sidewalk; the world ceases to revolve, time stops, the very nexus of my dreams is broken and dissolved and my guts spill out in a grand schizophrenic rush, an evacuation that leaves me face to face with the Absolute."

"Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such."

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (1934)

faire l'amour.

2009-10-12T20:01:00.000-07:00

the maya of eternal time

2009-10-11T15:34:00.000-07:00

Nicotine

2009-10-10T19:28:00.000-07:00

Hymn to the Dope

Goddess of the murmuring courts,

Nicotine, my Nicotine,

Houri of the mystic sports,

trailing-robed in gabardine,

Gliding where the breath hath glided,

Hidden sylph of filmy veils,

Truth behind the dream is veiléd

E'en as thou art, smiling ever, ever gliding,

Wraith of wraiths, dim lights dividing

Purple, grey, and shadow green

Goddess, Dream-grace, Nicotine.

Goddess of the shadow's lights,

Nicotine, my Nicotine,

Some would set old Earth to rights,

Thou I none such ween.

Veils of shade our dream dividing,

Houris dancing, intergliding,

Wraith of wraiths and dream of faces,

Silent guardian of the old unhallowed places,

Utter symbol of all old sweet druidings,

Mem'ry of witched wold and green,

Nicotine, my Nicotine:

Neath the shadows of thy weaving

Dreams that need no undeceiving,

Loves that longer hold me not,

Dreams I dream not any more,

Fragrance of old sweet forgotten places,

Smiles of dream-lit, flit-by faces

All as perfume Arab-sweet

Deck the high road to thy feet

As were Godiva's coming fated

And all the April's blush belated

Were lain before her, carpeting

The stones of Coventry with spring,

So thou my mist-enwreathéd queen,

Nicotine, white Nicotine,

Riding engloried in they hair

Mak'st by-road of our dreams

Thy thorough-fare.

Ezra Pound

dolls

2009-10-09T21:10:00.001-07:00

its mama's birthday.

2009-10-09T21:05:00.001-07:00

she turns 31.

wish i was in norbury to wake her up and take her down to wandsworth bridge road.

stop @ joe's brasserie for a virgin mary and some eggs florentine

and then head up to central london for a leffe and some chinese after long hours of shopping.

tele-transportation i am ready for u!

the I in the triangle

2009-10-08T17:23:00.000-07:00

smooth sounds jamming

2009-10-07T20:33:00.000-07:00

I found my home

2009-10-07T20:18:00.000-07:00

today 07-10-09.

a beautiful place perfect for me.

in the middle of the mountains, of green.

a horse is there.

my home...

I must look no more

tomorrow

2009-10-06T21:48:00.000-07:00

driving alone again...

house hunting in the mountains.

time to find my own space.

Continue to make the path.

la lutte contre les démons...

2009-10-05T20:33:00.000-07:00

éternelle

difficile

délicieuse.

confuse

j'essaye tous les jours de croire, d'oublier, de ne pas porter de baggages...

I believe in life, in light in love.

I listen to my heart.

just another sunday

2009-10-04T20:02:00.001-07:00

where reality is abrupt.

flying, fleeing, forgetting, forging, frenetic, fried, fantastic.

the sun shines...

& @night...

you unleash.

i am shocked, stoned.

you say... you vomit it all unconsciously conscious...

u r right too, i guess, i know actually...

i wish u could get into my mind after so long.

i wish u could see it all...

the light, the fight, how tight it all actually is.

i see where you are coming from, i understand, i program...

i absord, i unleash,

we play & enjoy the music.

Silence

2009-10-03T22:18:00.000-07:00

is the relative or total lack of audible sound.

2005 hakim bey interview

2009-10-02T21:22:00.000-07:00

Hakim Bey: …automobiles used to look quite beautiful, some of them. Now, even the cars of the very rich – you can hardly tell them from the cars of the bourgeoisie. They’re all the same boring, puffy-looking cars: No flare, no aerodynamics, no daring art deco. What is a modern “Bugatti”? It’s nothing. Even the Arab sheiks don’t dare to have beautiful cars like before. Why? Nobody knows how to make them? What’s the big deal?

Of course, it’s all just cars. It’s all just disgusting shit, but within that bad technology, which started so nice…

Alexandre Miltsov: It’s just getting worse and worse.

HB: Yeah.

AM: Nowadays, they do “retromobiles”. They take a “Chrysler” like it used to be 50-60 years ago and rebuild it with all the modern gadgets. It looks even more repulsive.

HB: It’s just post-modernism. It’s not good or new design.

AM: What still amazes me in America, even though I’ve lived in Canada for five years, is this tremendous amount of cars everywhere. Public transportation is basically dead. And, as we know, it has been maliciously removed.

HB: It is true. It’s absolutely true. I don’t own a car – it’s not because I am so virtuous but rather because of circumstances. But I’m glad I don’t own a car – many times when I think about that – it’s horrible. At least I’m not adding to that particular misery. But if I didn’t go into other people’s cars – I would never get anywhere, except on a few rare bus stops.

AM: Since we’re talking about cars, what do you think about the projected “World Oil Peak”? It’s not a big secret that there is no real substitute for oil to run the existing gigantic world-industry. There’s a countless list of things running on and demanding oil; cars, of course, are on the top. So what do you think about oil depletion and all that?

HB: What a lot of people would say, primarily the “techno-optimists”, is that when the oil runs out – the other technologies will become economically feasible. So, they will have to run all the cars on hydrogen, or salad oil, or sunshine. But we will still have cars. It’s a horrible thought but they may be right. They may solve the problem.

AM: But most probably it’s not going to happen that way. There are no real alternatives. There’s not enough sunshine to power all these cars,there’s not enough salad oil – I mean you need to grow crops to get it - a lot of it! And almost all the good land is already in use. It has been paved over by these gigantic roads – you have Eisenhower Interstate Highway system here. And the so-called “hydrogen economy” is a myth, of course.

HB: That’s right. I’m just saying that we ought to think about all this from the “techno-fix” point of view. So far, they’ve always come up with something. History leads us to believe that they’ll figure something out. At least, we have to take it into consideration. After all, they have all the money in the world to spend on the most brilliant scientists and technologists.

But it seems that they’re not preparing. And that’s the interesting part. They’re acting as if there’s no tomorrow: they don’t think like American Indians or the Chinese for seven generations – they think for seven minutes. If you’re lucky – 15 minutes! That makes you think that there won’t be any smooth transition, brokered by the usual technological and capitalistic bla-bla. And maybe some crisis will occur, some fracture in this happy story. Should we hope for that or should we be incredibly afraid because of that? It’s hard to say. Anything short of the complete breakdown of civilization – nothing is working anymore – it’s going to be war, plague, horrible. Or can you still believe in a situation where the proponents of “the alternatives” have seized power in time to prevent it from happening? Can we really talk about “seizing power” in a context like that?

AM: Well, yes and no. “Power” is so obscure these days. I mean, “seizing” what? A TV or a radio-station?

HB: Yes, and you can have 2 billion dollars and think that you can change the world, and there’s nothing, no effect at all. Nothing seems to work.

AM: There is a popular and rather naïve belief that when the whole system, the Spectacle, will start to run out of energy – oil, gas and other resources – it will gradually loosen its grip on people’s minds and throats. The Media may still be there, the Capital will be there but they will be weak and disintegrated, and so society will inevitably break down into small autonomous collectives, not controlledby the outside world.

HB: Well, the attitudes are changing but the problem is – and now I can speak about the situation here locally - since I have been living here for 6-7 years, I have some insights – and that is that these attitudes are informed by reformism. They are not informed by a critique of capitalism or even of technology. The Green Party is a good example; basically, it’s a hobby group for losers. Here, by strange circumstances, we have a Green Party village government. I am still glad for that, I guess, but so far they haven’t accomplished anything here, except for some symbolic stuff. And the reason for this, I think, is that people of this reformist tendency are not really interested in building real alternative institutions.

For example, this movement is not taking place through labor unions, or food-cooperatives, or producers-cooperatives; it’s not taking place through free schools or alternative schools. It’s not taking place through autonomous action!

Look at the organic food situation: the big companies have already discovered that the organic food is a market and they’re in it, they’re marketing it. And for most of the consumers of organic food this is not a political issue. It’s a health issue. So they don’t care; if Monsanto is going to sell them health food – they’ll buy it from Monsanto. In other words, these nice impulses, these changing attitudes - some of which are forced on people by economic difficulties, as you pointed out, and some of which are voluntary, assumed out of a lifestyle or even out of consumerist attitude towards the “authentic” and the “organic” and the “alternative”, which after all is a market - it all runs into the sand, all the energy runs into the sand.

People with wonderful attitudes and desires that are good desires; but since there is no comprehensive movement, there’s nothing other than these “positive attitudes” and there’s no way to focus them.

I went to a Peace March yesterday – it was the anniversary of the beginning of the war in Iraq. I swear it was like being back in the 60s again: same clothes, same slogans:

“- What do we want?- Peace! - When do we want it?- Now!”

We’ve been saying this for 40 years and we still haven’t realized that symbolic action and symbolic discourse is NOT Action!

And this is even better: there was a counter-demonstration, and the anti-demonstrators were yelling at us that we were communists! This is like a civil war reenactment; it’s like people in medieval costumes pretending to be knights and ladies. Totally bizarre. I haven’t been going to demonstrations lately, so I thought maybe a few things have changed. But no! It’s just “a blast from the past” - for everybody, including the fascists who thought that they were still living in 1979. Very strange.

And this is it! You go, you have a march, you say: “Not in my name!” And then you go home and watch TV. You don’t then go out and start an alternative institution: a church, a farm, a commune…

AM: A pleasure club.

HB: Or even a pleasure club! Instead, they just go home and watch TV.

AM: And then they go to work and get their salaries from the same people who are waging the war. And the taxes go to war, of course.

HB: Exactly! And of course, you NEED your SUV; you NEED your cellular phone. These are real needs. So all these so-called “green people” around here are sucking up gasoline and cement… Just “not in my backyard” – that’s what they say. They are not going to swear off using cement. They will say: “Move the cement plant to Mexico”. I can’t participate in this pseudo-politics; there is no entry-point for me here.

AM: Back to the “Peace March”: the Iraq war looks like it is going to last long. We don’t really know what’s happening there; there are all sorts of media, mainstream and alternative, producing all sorts of “news” and speculations. But who in his or her sane mind will trust them? They are the media after all. The notion I have is that it’s going to be a big, long and ugly war for the last remnants of oil and for the control of the Gulf region. What do you think?

HB: I think you’re right or you might as well be right. We might as well plan on what you’ve just said; because it would be foolish to think that they’re going to stop just because we don’t like it. They’ve already proved that it’s not going to happen.

Let me try to be an “anti-pessimist” here and point out that if you are right, and I think you are, this will also involve a continuation of this unbelievable deficit spending and going into debt that we are practicing here in the US, both on the personal and the national level. And it must eventually lead to an economic collapse, as far as I can see. For one thing, Europe is going to be driven a little bit further to the left by anti-Americanism, so you will get more things like the mayor of Paris or the Spanish government happening -kind of nostalgic social-democratic, but still no longer interested in playing the global game with America as the sole superpower.

In fact, the whole ten years of globalism and neo-liberalism are already over. We are at a new stage now. That is why the anti-globalist movement suddenly seems so dead and irrelevant.

Going further with the scenario: A couple of other major things can happen, like China shifting its economic activities from the dollar to the euro and OPEC is, of course, practically out, and so forth.

So America is isolated economically: we don’t produce anything here anymore – we can’t be self-sufficient in terms of industry. We don’t make shoes here; we don’t make umbrellas, pencils. We make entertainment and information. We don’t even make the fucking computers! We produce the ideas that occupy the computers. That’s why artists are so important right now – it’s one of the few things that we actually produce. So the arts are hot, some artists are successful – this whole area around here is full of artists, and they drove the real estate prices up. So, now you can’t move into this county for less then 250,000 dollars. Thanks to the artists! You wonder why people get angry at artists – it’s not our fault – we’re just looking for low rent but the real-estate developers are following us, sniffing our butts wherever we go to find out where the next beautiful cheap real-estate is going to be…

So on with the scenario: in 1984 if somebody had asked “would the Soviet Union break up”, everybody would go “ha-ha-ha” – nonsense; it will never happen! In 1984, if people asked whether the United Kingdom would break up, if Scotland would be independent again – “Oho-ho-ho! – This would be a joke!” Just 20 years ago, it would be a total joke. Well, it happened - and to Yugoslavia too. So, it could happen here. Things move so quickly. It’s possible that with the neo-liberal period already over, we’re now into something new –the American Empire, and maybe that will only last for 8 years -10 years.

That’s why recently I have taken an interest in the idea of separatism and secession. Because, I think that the only optimistic or anti-pessimistic way of reading the American future is to see the breakup of the American Empire, meaning a political breakup, just like in the USSR. And, as you know very well, this is a mixed blessing - to put it mildly. But there is one advantage to it, and that is that you get a small social unit that you can deal with – maybe, if you’re lucky.

It can very well happen in America, and people have already started to talk about it. I’m writing articles trying to push that idea. If I’m wrong – I’ll be wrong. To me it’s just a tactic, because from an anarchist point of view, secession is good because you get a smaller unit to deal with and eventually – this is straight Proudhon – you will break it down into autonomous regions, and then you confederate them in an anarcho-federalist union, completely voluntarily and based on popular democracy with revocable delegates. And as he put, it is necessary to organize for production and if necessary defense. This is an anarchist ideal, and secession could be a step towards it. As we know, it can also end up in a fascist nightmare. This is a dangerous idea, I admit, but I don’t see any other interesting political possibility for America.

AM: We’re dealing here with colossal amounts of nuclear and regular weapons. So, secession can turn out really messy and bloody. What do you think?

HB: Yes, yes. But if you look at England – Scotland has regained its independence surprisingly peacefully. If you look at USSR – there was very little bloodshed during the breakup. This was a remarkable event in human history; which is, that millions of people didn’t die in these strange political series of events. Could we possibly be hopeful? Could we be anti-pessimistic enough to think that the same thing could happen here, despite our well-known love of weapons? If you have to keep revolutionary hope alive, as Bloch, the German Marxist philosopher, said, then this is the best thing I can see at the moment. There’s no leftist movement in America, there’s no populist movement here, and the best thing that could happen is that this fucking thing just breaks up. So right now I am in favor of the politics of the very worst.

I wasn’t going to vote against Bush. For one thing, I’ve never voted in my life and I didn’t want to ruin my lifetime record for something as stupid as that. I didn’t vote FOR Bush either, but I knew he was going to win whether it was legal or not. It was clear that he would win. Actually, we are very close to some kind of weird post-modern fascism here, including the Reichstag Fire and the whole fucking thing.

dreams that money can buy

2009-10-02T21:16:00.000-07:00

bitches brew

2009-10-02T20:44:00.001-07:00

thursday

2009-10-01T20:32:00.000-07:00

still don't buy it.

have forgiven it all.

it all goes beyond.

clean slate for new cycles.

Fever

2009-10-01T20:23:00.000-07:00