Posted in Food, Hermeticism, Humor, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged blue, blue planet, galactic hitchhiker, Planet Blue, sci-fi on April 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I am on a different planet every day,
and today’s planet is small – the horizon
curves nearby, and I’m afraid I’ll fall off
if I walk more than a mile. Five miles,
and I’d be standing on my head.
This planet is blue and patterned, as if
somebody had traced curves in the sand
on a beach. It is a pleasant, [...]
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Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, World, tagged Earth, future, gearbox, globalization, in mesh, in sync on April 27, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The future of the planet
is rewriting itself
continually
through trillions
of forces acting
on it – in or out of
mesh and more or less
in and out of sync
– Niebla
Written for Sunday Scribblings #108 – the future of the planet.
Note
I feel that we are inevitably drifting – being driven, driving ourselves – towards more mesh and sync, as painful as [...]
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Posted in Art, Death, History, Life, Literature, Poetry, World, tagged civil war, ethnic cleansing, ground, hallowed, Yugoslavia on April 25, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The brown houses
up on the hill,
tower-like,
where the big
families lived,
still forbidding
in detonated
scowl, their will
to ignore now
relegated to un-
inhabited rubble
in ultimate irony –
now they can
no longer pretend,
as they used to,
that further down,
in the ground,
by the big old
grey tree, did not
rot the bodies of
those brought here
and killed for
ethnic cleansing,
as they were
laid bare by
the spring flood.
– Niebla ( © [...]
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Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Words, World, tagged 3WW, chance encounter, Grand Canyon, Hopi Point on April 24, 2008 | 5 Comments »
“Stop!”
I turned around.
There was a girl in her late teens, a redhead with freckles, somewhat chubby, in blue shorts and a bright red t-shirt, who was looking at me.
“Were you talking to me?”
“I was. There’s nobody else around, is there?”
It was true – it was early evening, the sun was about to set, and the [...]
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Posted in Eden, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Mysticism, Paradise, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged angel, Babylon, Bessie Smith, blue, breasts, eye, infinity, Mayan, roses, seductress on April 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I walk across a spill of objects on bare chafed feet.
I step on drum jugs and notice they’re breasts,
but hard, their nipples like the flat ends of hazelnuts.
A forest of wind-blown trees fades into greyness.
Amidst the blowing wind an angel seductress sits,
barely clad, enticing legs professing modesty, doll face
like Bessie Smith but white, head wreathed, [...]
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Posted in Hermeticism, Language, Life, Literature, Mysticism, Poetry, Religion, Words, tagged body, soul on April 21, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Why deny
this body
its rights?
It is this
soul’s one
and only
and best
container
this time
around.
– Niebla
A somewhat late response to “Body and/or Link” (Two for Tuesdays VIII).
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Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Language, Life, Words, tagged color, colors, hues, moods, One Single Impression, tarot on April 21, 2008 | 9 Comments »
Color moods for the day (like pulling tarot cards):
Brown = what you have to work with
Washed-out dark blue = weather mood
Orange = the sun you’re longing for
Blue with violet tinge = what you’d want your unknown love to be wearing today
Yellow = think of it and put it inside you
– Niebla
Colors chosen and moods written for [...]
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It’s a bright morning. The cool of spring is in the air, the cherry in the yard is in high crystal bloom (the white blossoms look like an explosion of flower crystals around the bare branches
– Niebla
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Posted in Blabla, Humor, Life, Music, World, tagged Alice in Chains, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, L'ham de foc, Music, Pat Metheny on April 18, 2008 | No Comments »
Thanks to my American colleague and friend Christopher, my musical horizon has expanded greatly over the past year or so. I’ve come to know bands I’d never heard of before, such as Pearl Jam (I always think of ‘toe jam’ first), Alice in Chains and, an oddball combo from Catalonia, L’ham de foc.
Believe it or [...]
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Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Words, tagged chakora, chatterati, dream analysis, dreams, India, Kanika Gahlaut, onirologist, onirology, page three, stage on April 16, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Harleen Mathur had a reputation as an outstanding albeit controversial onirologist. Among the chatterati of our city it was considered chic to see her. It had not been easy to get an appointment at short notice.
She asked me to reduce my dream to exactly three words and to write them down. I handed her the [...]
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