Thursday, 29th September 2016
A society rock-filled and mathematical speaking to glowing orbs in the dark sky, a communal conversation between heavens and people, the stories being played out time and time again over the years every evening as if a family's home lent out their living room each night for a movie gatherings.
A veil is pulled over the earth suffocating the majority of the people and the conversations become bedtime stories which in turn to fantasy which turn into searches for leprechauns and fairies, the talking to angels. The lost interactive mathematics are turned into a new formula, with new symbols simplified for single-minded minds, concrete and decisive, and so the fairytales get derided and debased.
Thursday 29 September 2016
Tuesday 27 September 2016
Tuesday, 27th September 2016
My
eyes just read a few few lines of mad, just a pinch on the nose of the
novel, smelling its fingertips for the black print to leap off pages
tiger-like. Women pouncing quietly upon athletic carcasses and dragging
them skyward by their silent jaws alone pausing only to admire their
reflection in the stilted frame-shot, tracking and jumping slightly
ahead and then behind, a flip-book somewhat lacking in pages.
She took the tape, chewed and gargled, back to the store where it had disappeared in a dramatic plume of minty-coloured clouds and silver-stained saliva, dentist-like observing the fallen crowns within an anonymous oral monarchy.
This is what it looks like when you can't barely see the mouth of a horse looking at you with a present of some sort, and so you place your head gently upon the bone filings, chair in hand, glasses in the other, as you gaze intently at the miniature portraits painted delicately tracing the toothless grooves a record player needle would find hard to follow.
In the mouth it is silent, no matter what walls the cathedral has manufactured to resonate sound, thoughts alone have no movement or vibration, they are cocooned forever within an unbroken mind.
She took the tape, chewed and gargled, back to the store where it had disappeared in a dramatic plume of minty-coloured clouds and silver-stained saliva, dentist-like observing the fallen crowns within an anonymous oral monarchy.
This is what it looks like when you can't barely see the mouth of a horse looking at you with a present of some sort, and so you place your head gently upon the bone filings, chair in hand, glasses in the other, as you gaze intently at the miniature portraits painted delicately tracing the toothless grooves a record player needle would find hard to follow.
In the mouth it is silent, no matter what walls the cathedral has manufactured to resonate sound, thoughts alone have no movement or vibration, they are cocooned forever within an unbroken mind.
Tuesday 20 September 2016
Tuesday, 20th September 2016
I wonder what the date will be when all the pyramids upon the earth point at a specific planet or star, maybe it becomes a sort of telephone receiver connecting us to them, when the hands on the clockface of the earth make a certain symbol or pattern
That thought itself is a mass and as a mass must create magnetism and thus turn the other planets towards us, like a light shining down upon us except it is gravity and not light
As thought grows, as intelligence grows, as consciousness grows so does our mass, turning us from one element into another, from gas to liquid to solid. As we grow from natural thoughtlessness into machined-thought our planet becomes attracted to similar objects, a second layer upon the life-forming bog that we originated from
I wonder what the date will be when all the pyramids upon the earth point at a specific planet or star, maybe it becomes a sort of telephone receiver connecting us to them, when the hands on the clockface of the earth make a certain symbol or pattern
That thought itself is a mass and as a mass must create magnetism and thus turn the other planets towards us, like a light shining down upon us except it is gravity and not light
As thought grows, as intelligence grows, as consciousness grows so does our mass, turning us from one element into another, from gas to liquid to solid. As we grow from natural thoughtlessness into machined-thought our planet becomes attracted to similar objects, a second layer upon the life-forming bog that we originated from
Wednesday 14 September 2016
Wednesday, 14th September 2016
This morning I was walking along the train platform on my way to work and heard the sound of a harmonica ('that's nice, even if it's slightly out of place' I thought), simultaneously I was writing the following thoughts on my phone. Halfway through writing I heard the man playing the harmonica say 'Mobile man, MOBILE MAN, where were you in '69?' in a slightly aggressive, derogatory way, and then walked off and out the station. Whether it was directed at me (which I doubt) or somebody else or other people, I found that fascinating as I was writing something that somebody probably would've thought in 1969 whilst on psychedelics.
I had the feeling of wanting to show this man what I was writing, and that it was actually him that was not being creative, and backwards and cut-off, being drunk at 9am playing harmonica on a train platform while people are going to work and thinking that he was somehow better than everyone else, us 'mobile people'.
Basically: try not to assume that one thing always means the same thing
If ideas could be like stars that have people orbiting them and the bigger the star becomes the more mass and energy they generate.
For Instance work, money, sex - on large scale.
Other people, and habits effecting your orbit - on a smaller scale.
Ultimate aim is to make yourself into a spaceship, one powering your own direction, so you can travel between worlds; the people that remain fixed in their orbit, whether closely related to business and money, or the arts and exploration etc.
Ultimately I believe it is possible to drag yourself out of the orbit of these planets (people with relatively fixed orbits or 'comet people' - those powerful but fleeting instances that alter your trajectory and life significantly) and stars (lifestyle and daily existence).
Tonight I have been watching Dennis Mckenna, the brother of Terence Mckenna who has influenced my thinking to a large degree.
This morning I was walking along the train platform on my way to work and heard the sound of a harmonica ('that's nice, even if it's slightly out of place' I thought), simultaneously I was writing the following thoughts on my phone. Halfway through writing I heard the man playing the harmonica say 'Mobile man, MOBILE MAN, where were you in '69?' in a slightly aggressive, derogatory way, and then walked off and out the station. Whether it was directed at me (which I doubt) or somebody else or other people, I found that fascinating as I was writing something that somebody probably would've thought in 1969 whilst on psychedelics.
I had the feeling of wanting to show this man what I was writing, and that it was actually him that was not being creative, and backwards and cut-off, being drunk at 9am playing harmonica on a train platform while people are going to work and thinking that he was somehow better than everyone else, us 'mobile people'.
Basically: try not to assume that one thing always means the same thing
If ideas could be like stars that have people orbiting them and the bigger the star becomes the more mass and energy they generate.
For Instance work, money, sex - on large scale.
Other people, and habits effecting your orbit - on a smaller scale.
Ultimate aim is to make yourself into a spaceship, one powering your own direction, so you can travel between worlds; the people that remain fixed in their orbit, whether closely related to business and money, or the arts and exploration etc.
Ultimately I believe it is possible to drag yourself out of the orbit of these planets (people with relatively fixed orbits or 'comet people' - those powerful but fleeting instances that alter your trajectory and life significantly) and stars (lifestyle and daily existence).
Tonight I have been watching Dennis Mckenna, the brother of Terence Mckenna who has influenced my thinking to a large degree.
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