Posted in Death, Life, Literature, Mystery, World, tagged desert, dream, One Single Impression, society on May 4, 2008 | 9 Comments »
A gecko on the ceiling in the yellow adobe house at the foot of the dune, a scorpion about to enter my boots on the floor. The tear of a dew drop. A breath from the window opening moves the light white cloth that covers me on my wooden cot. How I wish that this [...]
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 ( © [...]
Posted in Death, Imagination, Life, Mystery, World, tagged antiquity, apocalypse, future, meme, numb, past, present on March 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
This apartment is where it began, perhaps …
It’s in one of these now …
And it might be here in the future …
… but there was hardly anything numb in between.
Not that we can recall.
– Niebla
Written using the words apartment, numb and began from 3 Word Wednesday.
Posted in Blabla, Dadaism, Death, Despair, Eden, Humor, Imagination, Language, Paradise, Poetry, Scardanelli, Words, tagged celebration, dada, Dickinson, Donne, nonsense, Vogelweide on February 22, 2008 | No Comments »
Thank you, unknown visitors, for 999 visits!
In celebration of which a dada poem derived from reflected and unreflected sources and eclectic syntactic influences:
Tandaraday
Death – do not despair*
Eden ith nair –
Tandaraday –
Where we lay
In days long past
Memory – thou hast
Tandaraday
– Scardanelli
* Having shed pride
Posted in Atlantis, Death, History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Words, World, tagged Akasha, Atlantean, Atlantis, esoteric, travel on January 29, 2008 | 3 Comments »
They were from the Green-and-Ochre tribe, a family of six – father, mother, three sons and daughter – traveling across half the continent to see relatives who had moved to the Red Lands. Their airship was slowly making its way through the thick misty air about 50 feet above ground when it suddenly hit a [...]
Posted in Death, Hermeticism, Imagination, Life, Mysticism, Poetry, Scardanelli, World on May 31, 2007 | No Comments »
White
is
white. What’s
the news? Snow
is far away, so
this white must be a dead dream, right?
– Niebla (© 2007)
Posted in Death, Despair, Life, Words on April 20, 2007 | No Comments »
But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off.
No. You decided to spill your blood and that of others.
No. Perhaps you [...]
Posted in Death, Karma, Life, Literature, Mystery, tagged biography, Bridge of San Luis Rey, Death, Karma, karmic, Thornton Wilder on April 17, 2007 | No Comments »
No event is unrelated. All surface events are linked by karmic relationships at levels below the surface.
Yesterday’s murder of 32 by a man at Virginia Tech might be a reason to think about the possible karmic meaning of such events (because at the surface level one can only shake one’s head in uncomprehending horror).
In [...]
Posted in Death, Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, Mysticism, Nature, Paradise on March 10, 2007 | No Comments »
and spiraled down in the nauseating black swirl, the enigmatic funnel, not resisting the water invading my nose, my mouth, my lungs. I knew I would die. But at the bottom I was received by soft transparent arms in a bright infinite land, fields shimmering, face to face with an immense sun.
– Niebla
