Thursday, December 4, 2008
Quite more jazzy/bluesy than I actually expected them to be having heard their studio albums they proved to be peculiar and enchanting experience.
It was kind of like watching a living schism, paradox in flesh.
It started with watching annoyed, fat dude ambling through the stage to his chair and sitting down despondently and ended with his transubstantiation into desperate Santa stripped of his powers, fairytale creature barren to mere frame – to humane, to identifiable, to heartaching possibility of common experience – transubstantiation being fulfilled by Robert Fisher opening his mouth and singing – disturbingly, aching, wonderful.
I've listened to them stunned, my jaw hangin' open, bright-eyed and engulfed in wonder.
I've listened them make beautiful music.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
You bit my lip muffling the sigh, legs wrapped around my waist, until the skin gave in and one large drop of blood rolled over your glistening breasts to the floor.
In slow motion.
Green irises glittered in the darkness staring into my eyes as I came, holding your buttocks in my palms.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I sit by the fire watching the troglodyte shadows waver on cave walls.
Small pile of tears and shreds that used to be a rope laughs at me from the corner. As in a dream I touch them and let them fall from my hands flutteringly, hemplike.
I wake up crazed by fear that I'll forget how you look like.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Every one lost leaving a dent
That no replacement could ever fill;
No ersatz touch, or feel, or scent,
No self-delusion or strength of will.
Every one lost leaving a brand,
Leaving a skid mark on one's soul
Where something sacred used to stand
'till one is forced to let it go.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
One of the obviouses confirmed was that "Loneliness sucks". Information especially pointed out was the fact that there are "25 percent of Americans unable to name a trusted confidante, according to the American Sociological Review".
25 % ?!
One in every 4 people could not bare his guts to anyone if he had the need to do so?!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
I love reading her work. I love basking ih her eloquence. The advice there might be golden or might be crap, but the way she delivers it is utterly enchanting.
"Quality entertainment. Be amazed."
Try as I might I just cannot fathom where this guy gets the time needed for all the reading and staying up to date with the....stalking and books and podcasts and interviews and whatnots.
"A webshit blog to end all webshit blogs" as he puts it. Brilliantly intelligent, stunningly cool guy.
Interdisciplinary approach to reality. Quality reading, scientific approach, mind-boggling force of inspirational effect.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Now I feel they could not have been farther from the truth.
As I see it, we may not have the ability or even the inclination to question or understand somebody else's motivation, but we can all acknowledge the difficulty of somebody else's position. We may not understand the why, but we can all see the how.
Reading this book has really proven to be quite a task - I can only muster up the will to read about ten to twenty pages at any one time, it is so filled with meaning, with heartache, with courage, with existential angst. Line between joie de vivre and escapism becomes so blurry and dissipates into nothingness.
Surely, it really must BE nothingness. As it, ultimately, should be. That line. That chasm.
And further I read, more I become conscious that this experience will ultimately end. That the book will be read, returned to the shelf. So I read it slowly, I take notes, read paragraphs out loud, talk about it, think about it - growing myself a copious rain forest of engrams to preserve the memory.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference."
This started me thinking... It sounds meaningful, but can it be true?
I have no doubts that, as much as I am concerned, it is true. I'm not afraid that I could ever in any circumstances fail the Voight-Kampff test, but I know people that could fail. Quite a lot of people like that, as a matter of fact. Does that make their life just an apparition of life, them being like that? I don't know. Other person's life, to anyone looking from the "outside", is just an apparition of life.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Everything that is left from you:
Bundle of unasked questions
And pages of fat books too empty to ever be written.
Touch me, Universe...
Like a drop of blood from the eye of space,
Perfect point of perfect geometric object,
and what else could you be than monument to the fallen in some ancient, too ancient war
waged for some sorrowful doomed desire.
Soulbeats rather than heartbeats.
Momentum of extravagant footnote.
Unrecognized manifestation of essentiality.
Space ligature is too weak, and time ligature is inexorable. Not even the shape of dream matter could withstand the leavening of the only word I could divulge to you right now.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Up until few days ago I had a friend whom I liked very much. We have known each other for well over a year. He seemed to understand where I'm coming from. He seemed to care. It seemed that we get along really well, that we support and understand each other, that the world is much friendlier place when people exist who will let you lean on them for support and let you support them when and if they will need that.
I thought we get along so well because we're being entirely honest to each other.
It turned out that this was not the case.
I feel as stupid as a cabbage.
It was going so well because I was lied to the entire time.
What kind of person reckons: I will just let this whole situation tide over and than she will be so relieved and thankful that I stayed with her that she will reward my effort with being with me (regardless of our personal differences that we talked about and agreed that this would never ever work)?
Or is it just me? …. Me being too dense to acknowledge that being good to somebody actually implies that you have a hidden agenda.
I’m really not ready to believe such a thing.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
It may have been two days, it may have been twenty.
When I opened my eyes it was dark and I was lying and waiting to see whether it shall darken or dawn. Nook stank. I stank. Water in the bottom of the bucket was warm and green with algae. My eyes were stinging from dust and ashes of the fire that went out who knows when. I strained to patch up at least a few pieces of feverous memories into picture of past few days.
There was a stick seized from the sea standing by the entrance and it took me to the water.
On my way back I heavy-heartedly noticed that the sand had eaten the eggs fallen from the nest that should have been mine.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Tonight I dreamt of us in front of our house in
You were sitting in the rocking chair in the patio knitting a blanket, and I was refreshing wooden fence with white paint. Cerulean sky extended over vast neighborless expanse, all the way to the black line of the horizon. We were being silent as the wind trailed around the trees and chimed chain links of the swing hanging from the tree branch in our yard.
In the next moment I found myself kneeling in font of you, holding your face in the palms of my hands and kissing you warmly and contented like we have our whole lives in front of us. When I, with smile wider than the
“Does it hurt?”
And before I could even ask: “What?” I lowered my gaze to my shirt drenched with blood.
* * *
In the morning I could not get up.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
I woke up with my mouth full of acid. Cloudless sky was getting tinted yellow and pink.
Dew was glistening in semidarkness.
I walked up to the water, one foot in front of the other, rummaging in my mind through last night's dreams, sticky and thick mush of lies, quicksand of overblown emotions.
„I'm worried. “ – I said to honeysuckle shrub, scooped up water with my cupped palms and, instead of washing my face, I stared into my reflection in spring crater for a long time.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
It was midnight when the rabbit fell out of the sky. With a thump, softly; causing a small cloud of dust to rise. There was a disappointed yelp of she-wolf from above.
I picked up still warm, limp body by its hindlegs. Blood was trickling from the ears of the head smashed over a stone ledge. It is high. Too high.
I skinned and disemboweled my unexpected gift. Churned the fire. I felt so proud of hauling over a bucket of water before sundown. Before soon, rabbit and roots stew was bubbling happily in the cauldron. I was lying flat on my back, watching the sparks mix with stars, overjoyed with the thought of a copious breakfast.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
What I dislike the most about this situation is not being able to express my emotions – not having a place to cry, to scream, to grunt.
Daily self-motivation is eating me alive
*Puscifer – Momma Sed
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Dear, nights are so cold.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing.*
For the longest time now, amidst the social conventions, I feel like a proverbial Martian. I don't really feel the need to affirm my every action through other people. Don't get me wrong - I'm not stating that I'm infallible - but I try to play with the cards I already have, not the ones I could have if circumstances or whatever was different. And I cannot come to terms with aforementioned non-affirmation being socially penalized just for the heck of it.
I'm painfully aware that it is the misery-loves-company rule in action, but still it seems to me that something could and should be done to rectify this course of action.
*William Butler Yeats
Friday, June 6, 2008
Workday has been good. All my work is done and still I managed to read through some interesting stuff that may come in handy later.
Come Tuesday I'm filing for divorce. Not at all pleasant, but improvement on current situation.
People tell me that it is not normal to be so calm about it. That I must be guilty of something to be this composed. Sure, I am guilty of something.
I'm guilty of staying in this relation for too long, allowing all emotion to decompose and disintegrate.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Finding myself another low.
Reviewing options with nowhere to go.
Just being alive means being alone,
Retracing my steps,
Revealing my circles.
Devoid of meaning with pleasure all gone
I stumble through life,
I find it all worthless.
There`s nothing there
On the other end of sorrow
No escape and no relief
No hope, no tomorrow.