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On the walk past the Cemetery
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On the walk past the Cemetery |
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Kalle Member
since 2007-10-15
Posts 89Finland |
The curving edge of the paved road stared at me. This is a strange town, I try to trace the curvature of a 1999 BMW. Trajectorectilated (it happens again, this autonomic ramification, could be early signs of schizophrenia) An hour or two ago I was in that car, led to ways unknown for walking feet. Ramificalculatedlippedly (In closing my lips, my wordprocessing takes on a mind of its own) In a strange town trying to locate a train-station. Stationaryorthostatictlycardiovasculariatedly (I see every system of interrelated structures analogous to my inner linement "For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you" Whitman can`t save me, or maybe he can. (In being unable to save me he enables salvation) A train-station is like an elevator, once you locate it, you need not worry your feet. This rhytmic walking eludes my conscious awarement (I keep notions of these changes of patterns of taking steps) I don´t use elevators, steps take you to your homedoor, it´s alright to die there. (Seeing your name takes you from a self induced elusiveillusion state back to connectated resultative automotivation But dying in a strange town on a Friday evening... (Dying is not a word) Written testimony tries to prove us, that at the ultimate moment, everything will solve itself. (Resolve And Restore) This is to say, that there is nothing to be afraid of, fear is doubt, in reality there is no fear, no obscurity. Beyond the sub-zero there is absolute heat. Too quick respiration causes low concentration of carbon dioxide in the blood . I can´t be having a revelation on me a this moment! I want to flee to safety, drinking sugared coffee and watching Star Trek, I still have Time! (The Idea of being able to control Nature to that extent is calming) Physical reality is the Naked Daughter of Chaos (Out of this soothing cultural craddle, we find ourselves hugging our bones) Postponing the unavoidable, the drama of being. For these there are all sorts of Angels, those of Analysis, Those of inspiration And those of Contentedness. (A symbolic interpretation of Patterns of aligned Energy) There are still more, Some of which are sitting at the edge of Cemetery walls. (Architecturoarchaic madness) I am here. (This is not me, and the Me That is, is not here) In the descending light, assuming a fuller shade of rusty yellow, I see a White, immaculately beautiful cat in the graveyard and our eyes meet for what assumes a momental eternity. (Perfection externalizes itself as light, Time as Space) I am here, and in being here I am not. But the world must exist! (The Words of Shigekuni Honda escape my MindLips. (Fragment from the book of a Lunatic) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
quote: A fascinating write, Kalle, especially the above reference. You have a definite connectednessconsciousness to Universality concepts. |
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Kalle Member
since 2007-10-15
Posts 89Finland |
I always thought it was craddle, saddle Fiddle The selective awareness... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 same as selective inattention |
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Kalle Member
since 2007-10-15
Posts 89Finland |
That is how brain works, it allows us to perceive and at the same time it blocks information. My world hasn`t been the same after Huxleys Doors of perception. Had to cure myself in fatherly caress of Jung |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
At first I wanted to pass this piece over, thinking it a poem. Indeed, some lines do look like the lines of a poem. Other lines, however, appear to be aphorisms. In any case, the piece doesn't convey to me a sense that it needed to be written. As it moves about in a knights-move style of thinking, going from one moment to the next, the reader is left wondering if she will be taken anywhere at all. The final blow comes at the last line, which indicates that the reader has actually been reading mere ramblings of a lunatic. Perhaps you could flesh out the story more by giving some information about the madman him/her self? |
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Kalle Member
since 2007-10-15
Posts 89Finland |
To put it short, it is the flash beyond the seam of cultural reality that is induced by Panick Attack and hyperventilation. Mere ramblings of a madman? I don`t get it, is it not the madmans lot to be the forerunner for a future man? |
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