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Monthly Archives: March 2007
Vaguely familiar
Ne ma stria, aún no ma: stitia hu, bahut melancholy, ne ma stria. – Niebla Note A fibonacci in what language? Several? None? The dadaists did this kind of sound stuff; mostly it was meant to sound funny, an effect … Continue reading
Posted in Dadaism, Language, Literature, Poetry, Words
Tagged alliteration, Indoeuropean, Indogermanic, Language, Poetry, Sanskrit, Words
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An escapade
(An imagination) The weather was beautiful. On an impulse from the sun shining in through the window overlooking the river, Scardanelli decided to escape from his tower, as he had in the past, always followed by a little scolding, but … Continue reading
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli
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Dimming Of The Day
This old house is falling down around my ears I’m drowning in a river of my tears When all my will is gone you hold me sway I need you at the dimming of the day You pull me like … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Lyrics, Music, Mysticism, Poetry, Sufism
Tagged Linda Thompson, Lyrics, moon, Music, pour down like silver, Richard Thompson, Sufism, Thompson
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Life and sense
Some days like today life, my life appears to be devoid of sense. Even though I know that I’m supposed to advance, to gain experience. On days like this there is no love, love is buried. I am one big … Continue reading
Constant fog
We are very much in constant fog. Sometimes this veil is lifted for a glimpse of sun. In such glimpses we get an inkling of our destination. Other than that we grope through fog. – Niebla Afterthought If we can … Continue reading
Posted in Atlantis, Blabla, History, Imagination, Life, Mystery, Nature
Tagged anthroposophy, Atlantean, Atlantis, fog, knowledge, mist, Rudolf Steiner, science, theosophy
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El pájaro | this bird
El pá- jaro que no se cansa hasta que encienda esta noche This bird, tireless and tiresome, whose song will not cease until the night is set alight – Scardanelli (copyright 2007) Both Spanish and English follow fibonacci rules: 1/1/2/3/5/8 … Continue reading
Posted in Literature, Mysticism, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli, Words
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When the earth moves again
The J.A. in possibly the configuration (with Papa John Creach) in which they recorded 30 Seconds Over Winterland in the early 1970s. Is this Jefferson Airplane song simply an example of drug-induced hallucination or does it actually have a deeper … Continue reading
