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Welcome to my page of Mad Philosophy. I tend to journey down many roads of thought, though only unleashed through email until now I suppose I will be more inspired than usual. Do enjoy, and feel free to comment, by clicking the email link.
Well allow me to introduce myself...
Well allow me to introduce myself...
Have your ever heard the hum of silence?
if you listen real hard it's almost deafening
straining to hear all the things people are afraid to say
the things people don't have the balls to talk about.
It's like a whisper of wind
that gets into your head
and makes you question the motives of others.
Have you ever felt the rhythms of heart beats
in a crowded room dominated by inhibitions?
It makes you question how alive some really are.
The blood is flowing
coursing
there is movement in stillness,
and yet people are afraid
to be.
I wonder through the halls of my memory
through the mind of my desires.
I run past all the doorways
there's a secret passage somewhere I know it.
I want to bypass all the entrances
fuck first impressions.
Can't I just land somewhere
between the foot in my mouth
and the hand in my heart
surprised and far to late to retreat.
So I just sit in the corner
deceptively invisible,
and maybe if someone sees me
they can answer my riddle.
Though its highly unlikely
it's much easier to just turn away
no room for confrontation
no losses along the way.
Why does it matter what a room full of strangers think?
What is there to lose?
Take me as I am...
it's the only freedom I have left.
if you listen real hard it's almost deafening
straining to hear all the things people are afraid to say
the things people don't have the balls to talk about.
It's like a whisper of wind
that gets into your head
and makes you question the motives of others.
Have you ever felt the rhythms of heart beats
in a crowded room dominated by inhibitions?
It makes you question how alive some really are.
The blood is flowing
coursing
there is movement in stillness,
and yet people are afraid
to be.
I wonder through the halls of my memory
through the mind of my desires.
I run past all the doorways
there's a secret passage somewhere I know it.
I want to bypass all the entrances
fuck first impressions.
Can't I just land somewhere
between the foot in my mouth
and the hand in my heart
surprised and far to late to retreat.
So I just sit in the corner
deceptively invisible,
and maybe if someone sees me
they can answer my riddle.
Though its highly unlikely
it's much easier to just turn away
no room for confrontation
no losses along the way.
Why does it matter what a room full of strangers think?
What is there to lose?
Take me as I am...
it's the only freedom I have left.
A soul of feline nature spoke to me
She stretched upon my silk
like an old friend
taking the place of the empty seat
Where tenderly rested my lotus feet...
So strange and trusting are the naive creatures of the earth,
or does intuition prove to sweet louise
I mean no harm.
I'm tired and restless
a day without sleep
my head panged with reverb
the pill less bitter relieves me
I journey with teas and herbs of remedy
to a friend
and another chair of vacancy.
Today I sat my emerald eyes before me
"Look into me,"I said
to the mirror unshattered
and there I only saw
myself and sweet louise...
A Ghost of a cat
my solitude...
A bed of earth dreams me there,
the comfort...
no pillow wish
My toes of lavender blending with
my emerald eye's
untainted there...
The Miners have been in search of me
to chisel out my soul,
A priceless jewel to them... only,
but to me
the essence...
(c/o Jesaka Irwin 1999)
She stretched upon my silk
like an old friend
taking the place of the empty seat
Where tenderly rested my lotus feet...
So strange and trusting are the naive creatures of the earth,
or does intuition prove to sweet louise
I mean no harm.
I'm tired and restless
a day without sleep
my head panged with reverb
the pill less bitter relieves me
I journey with teas and herbs of remedy
to a friend
and another chair of vacancy.
Today I sat my emerald eyes before me
"Look into me,"I said
to the mirror unshattered
and there I only saw
myself and sweet louise...
A Ghost of a cat
my solitude...
A bed of earth dreams me there,
the comfort...
no pillow wish
My toes of lavender blending with
my emerald eye's
untainted there...
The Miners have been in search of me
to chisel out my soul,
A priceless jewel to them... only,
but to me
the essence...
(c/o Jesaka Irwin 1999)
I have no faith in distortions
I travel to infinity
only to break the mirror.
I saw a reflection
not my own,
but trancending
into my form.
I think of how energy and electricity
surge through me
yet what do I charge?
Is it really the sun?
Why not the moon?
What constellation tells your secret?
What makes me so curious?
I travel to infinity
only to break the mirror.
I saw a reflection
not my own,
but trancending
into my form.
I think of how energy and electricity
surge through me
yet what do I charge?
Is it really the sun?
Why not the moon?
What constellation tells your secret?
What makes me so curious?
She speaks of myth
Fate and coincidence
She speaks of her demons
and angels
Forked toungues and silouette.
She speaks as if her words are diamonds
Aren't they?
Shining through you
piercing some part of you with a light
that trancends
like a prism onto your thoughts.
She speaks as if her voice
were some Jazz serenande in the East Village
Circa 1969
Isn't it?
Resounding in your chest
a reverb of butterflies
a thunder of piano
and rain cloud
soaking your soul with her rhythm.
She speaks like a Goddess.
It scares you...
Doesn't it?
(c/o Jesaka Irwin 1999)
Fate and coincidence
She speaks of her demons
and angels
Forked toungues and silouette.
She speaks as if her words are diamonds
Aren't they?
Shining through you
piercing some part of you with a light
that trancends
like a prism onto your thoughts.
She speaks as if her voice
were some Jazz serenande in the East Village
Circa 1969
Isn't it?
Resounding in your chest
a reverb of butterflies
a thunder of piano
and rain cloud
soaking your soul with her rhythm.
She speaks like a Goddess.
It scares you...
Doesn't it?
(c/o Jesaka Irwin 1999)
My language is an ancient tongue.
Spoken only in the silence of night
and solitude.
These words naked to the untrained ear
are often misunderstood,
If even heard.
Like the ring only heard by savage animals
my tone is a mystery in air,
It is the ringing in your ear.
It gets in your head
and leaves you wondering
with superstitions...
It is the night wind
and the scent of dried flowers
withered with intention.
It is the sound of waves
drifted off into the vast
and lost.
The language itself is lost.
Jesaka Irwin (1999)
Spoken only in the silence of night
and solitude.
These words naked to the untrained ear
are often misunderstood,
If even heard.
Like the ring only heard by savage animals
my tone is a mystery in air,
It is the ringing in your ear.
It gets in your head
and leaves you wondering
with superstitions...
It is the night wind
and the scent of dried flowers
withered with intention.
It is the sound of waves
drifted off into the vast
and lost.
The language itself is lost.
Jesaka Irwin (1999)
And now... Some of My favorite Quotes:
America is the only nation which miraculaously has gone directly from barbarism to degeneration without the usual interval of civilization first.
-George Clemenceau
My doctor says I have a malformed public duty gland, and a natural defeciency in moral fibre, and that I am therfore excused from saving Universe's.
-Douglas Adams
An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.
There is no sin except for stupidity.
Religion is the fashionable substitute for belief.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
-Oscar Wilde
Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
-Monty Python
Please accept my resignation, I don't want to belong to any club that would willingly accept me as a member.
-Groucho Marx
I believe in questioning authority until a certain point, and that point is reached when I become the authority.
-Cherteron
I have the heart of a man, not of a woman, and I am not afraid of anything.
-Queen Elizabeth I
Let not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments; love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no it is an everfixed mark. That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is a star on every wondering bark whose worths unknown altho his heighth be taken.
-Dylan Thomas
You taught me language and my profit on't is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you for learning me your language.
-Caliban
My concience hath a thousand toungues, and every toungue bring in several tale, and every tale condemns me for a villian.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.
Concience is but a word cowards use, devised to keep the strong in awe.
To weep is to make less depth of grief.
Could I come near your beauty with my nails I would set my ten commandments in your face.
-Shakespeare
He lay beside her, an insomniac with visions of vastness. He thought of desert stretches so huge no chosen people could cross them. He counted grains of sand like sheep and knew his job would last forever. He thought of aeroplane views of wheatlands so high he couldn't see which way the wind was bending the stalks. Arctic territories and sled-track distances. Miles he would ever cover because he could never abandon this bed.
-Leonard Cohen
This is one of my deepest sources of peace and inspiration. This god of knowlededge and the remover of obstacles is also the older son of Lord Shiva. Lord Ganesha is also called Vinayak (kowledeable) or Vighneshwer (god to remove obstacles). He is worshipped, or at least remembered, in the beginning of any auspicious performance for blessings and auspiciousness.
He has four hands, elephant's head and a big belly. His vehicle is a tiny mouse. In his hands he carries a rope (to carry devotees to the truth), an axe (to cut devotees' attachments), and a sweet dessert ball -laddoo- (to reward devotees for spiritual activity). His fourth hand's palm is always extended to bless people.
A unique combination of his elephant-like head and a quick moving tiny mouse vehicle represents tremendous wisdom, intellegence, and presence of mind
Another lovely Picture of Great Inspiration...
He is gentle, calm, friendly and full of wisdom. Spiritually, Ganesha represents a reconciliation of opposites. He creates and removes obstacles. He is a favorite among artists, and invoked at the beginning of performances.
This is a miniature painting by Mohan Soni, a contemporary painter from Rajasthan, India.
This is a painting from the Kishangarh School of Miniature painting from Rajasthan, India. The painter, Mohan Soni is a contemporary painter who has been a recepient of the President's Award for Excellent Craftsmanship in this category.
The historical Buddha was born into a warrior clan called the Sakyas, at Kapilvastu,a small towm in Northeast India. On his 29th birthday (529 B.C.) the Bodhisatva renounced the world and set out tolook for an explanation for the suffering in the world and a release from thissuffering. He practiced asceticism for a period of six years, only to realize its ultimateuselessness. He abandoned asceticism. At this point he had a dream that announced the approaching moment of hisAwakening. This took place at the end of the night in the full moon of Vaisakha (April-May 523 B.C.). He was now theBuddha. The Buddha then preached this eight-fold path and travelled over India and the far-east. He converted as he went andultimately died in a sense "attaining Parimoksha" (ultimate peace).
This is a detail from a thanka painting representing Sakyamuni Buddha. He is shown here seated gracefully on a lotus base wearing traditional garments. He is in the Bhumisparsha Mudra, or the Earth-touching posture. In his Left hand he hold the Urn containing the water of healing. This form is sometimes referred to as the Medicine Buddha.
Thanka paintings date back to the ninth century A.D. Using color from mineral sources, and gum resin for sizing, devotees paint themes from the mythology in great detail on cloth. To the Buddhists these are more than works of art. They are tools of religious practice.
This is a detail from a thanka painting representing Lokeshwara, the Buddhist deity of compassion and the provider of Buddhas. He is shown here seated gracefully on a lotus base wearing traditional garments. His principal hands are held in the Namaskara mudra. The upper set holds a rosary and a white lotus.
Seated Amitabha, gilt copper, Nepal, ca. 7-8th c.
...Sujata Asthan where a young village woman approached Buddha and offered him bowl of rice fooding. Soon Buddha acquired reach golden hue and white light emanated from his body. Adjacent to the Mahabodhi tree is the truncated pyramidal temple soaring to a height of 170 ft., dating back to the second century A.D., which ranks it among the oldest existing examples of sculpture and architecture. A flight of steps lives to the inner courtyard. Right in the centre stands the great temple, perhaps the oldest and the most venerable of all Buddhist shrines. Giant lamps illuminate the entrance before the sanctum, housing the massive gilded image of Lord Buddha in the earth touching pose. Between the temple and the tree is the diamond throne, Vajrasana which marks Buddha�s seat of meditation. Nearby is the large stone with Buddha�s foot-print, Buddha-Pada.
Lord Ganesha
I hope you have enjoyed my little Gallery of Eastern Thought. If you find any wonderful pictures of Ganesha, please send them to me, and I will put them up.
Thanks.
MY Favorite Poet's
Remember these are spuratic sonata's and sentences from one poem
"Sun Stone"
Octavio Paz
the calm course of a star
or the spring, appearing without urgency
water behind a stillness of closed eyelids
flowing all night and pouring out prophesies,
a single presence in the procession of waves,
wave over wave until it is all overlapped,
in a green sovereignty without decline
a bright hallucination of many wings
when they all open at the height of the sky,
course of a journey among the densities
of the days of the Future and the fateful
brilliance of misery shining like a bird
that petrifies the forest with it's singing
and the annunciation's of happiness
among the branches which go disappearing
hours of light even now pecked away by the birds,
omens which even now fly out of my hand,
an actual presence like a burst of singing,
like the song of the wind in a burning building,
a long look holding the whole world suspended,
I go a journey in galleries of sound,
I flow among the resonant presence's
going, a blind man passing transparencies,
one mirror cancels me, I rise from another,
forest who's trees are the pillars of magic,
under the arches of light I go among
the corridors of a dissolving autumn,
I go among your body as among the world,
your belly the sunlit center of the city
your breasts two churches where are celebrated
the great parallel mysteries of the blood,
the look of my eyes cover you like ivy,
you are a city by the sea assaulted,
and dressed in the coloring of my desires
you go as naked as my thoughts go naked,
I go among your eyes as I swim water,
the tigers come to these eyes to drink their dreams,
the hummingbird is burning among these flames,
I go upon your forehead as on the moon,
like cloud I go among your imagining
journey your belly as I journey your dream,
raining upon my bones, and in my breast
the roots of water drive deep a liquid tree,
I travel your waist as through a river,
I voyage your body as through a grove going,
as by a footpath going up a mountain
and suddenly coming upon a steep ravine
I go the straightened way of your keen thoughts
break through to daylight upon your white forehead
and there my spirit flings itself down, is shattered
now I collect my fragments one by one
and go on, bodiless, searching, in the dark,
the limitless corridors of memory
the doors that open on empty living rooms
where every springtime withers and rots away
the jewels of thirst are burning at the base,
the face obliterated at memory,
the hand which will dissolve if I even touch it,
threads of those spiderwebs in chaos over
the smiling of a past that falls away,
You are all the times and never any of them
This poem is some 14 pages long, so I will leave you with this fragments and insist you check him out!
"Audre Lourde"
-Coal-
I is the total black
being spoken
from the earth's inside.
There are many kinds of open
how a diamond comes
into a knot of flame
how sound comes into a word
colored
by who pays what for speaking
Some words are open
diamonds on a glass window
singing out within the crash
of passing sun
other words are stapled wagers
in a perforated book
buy and sign and tear apart
and come whatever wills all chances
the stub remains
an ill-pulled tooth
with a ragged edge.
Some words live in my throat
breeding like adders
others
know sun
seeking like gypsy's
over my toungue
to explode through my lips
like young sparrows
bursting from shell
Some words bedevil me
Love is a word
another kind of open
as the diamond comes
into a knot of flame
I am black
because I come from the earth's insidetake my word for jewel
in the open light.
(1962)
"Sun Stone"
Octavio Paz
the calm course of a star
or the spring, appearing without urgency
water behind a stillness of closed eyelids
flowing all night and pouring out prophesies,
a single presence in the procession of waves,
wave over wave until it is all overlapped,
in a green sovereignty without decline
a bright hallucination of many wings
when they all open at the height of the sky,
course of a journey among the densities
of the days of the Future and the fateful
brilliance of misery shining like a bird
that petrifies the forest with it's singing
and the annunciation's of happiness
among the branches which go disappearing
hours of light even now pecked away by the birds,
omens which even now fly out of my hand,
an actual presence like a burst of singing,
like the song of the wind in a burning building,
a long look holding the whole world suspended,
I go a journey in galleries of sound,
I flow among the resonant presence's
going, a blind man passing transparencies,
one mirror cancels me, I rise from another,
forest who's trees are the pillars of magic,
under the arches of light I go among
the corridors of a dissolving autumn,
I go among your body as among the world,
your belly the sunlit center of the city
your breasts two churches where are celebrated
the great parallel mysteries of the blood,
the look of my eyes cover you like ivy,
you are a city by the sea assaulted,
and dressed in the coloring of my desires
you go as naked as my thoughts go naked,
I go among your eyes as I swim water,
the tigers come to these eyes to drink their dreams,
the hummingbird is burning among these flames,
I go upon your forehead as on the moon,
like cloud I go among your imagining
journey your belly as I journey your dream,
raining upon my bones, and in my breast
the roots of water drive deep a liquid tree,
I travel your waist as through a river,
I voyage your body as through a grove going,
as by a footpath going up a mountain
and suddenly coming upon a steep ravine
I go the straightened way of your keen thoughts
break through to daylight upon your white forehead
and there my spirit flings itself down, is shattered
now I collect my fragments one by one
and go on, bodiless, searching, in the dark,
the limitless corridors of memory
the doors that open on empty living rooms
where every springtime withers and rots away
the jewels of thirst are burning at the base,
the face obliterated at memory,
the hand which will dissolve if I even touch it,
threads of those spiderwebs in chaos over
the smiling of a past that falls away,
You are all the times and never any of them
This poem is some 14 pages long, so I will leave you with this fragments and insist you check him out!
"Audre Lourde"
-Coal-
I is the total black
being spoken
from the earth's inside.
There are many kinds of open
how a diamond comes
into a knot of flame
how sound comes into a word
colored
by who pays what for speaking
Some words are open
diamonds on a glass window
singing out within the crash
of passing sun
other words are stapled wagers
in a perforated book
buy and sign and tear apart
and come whatever wills all chances
the stub remains
an ill-pulled tooth
with a ragged edge.
Some words live in my throat
breeding like adders
others
know sun
seeking like gypsy's
over my toungue
to explode through my lips
like young sparrows
bursting from shell
Some words bedevil me
Love is a word
another kind of open
as the diamond comes
into a knot of flame
I am black
because I come from the earth's insidetake my word for jewel
in the open light.
(1962)
