Transparency not of the object but of the situation that lead to the object. Subject?
Transparency not of the object but of the situation that lead to the object. Subject?
“You have a beautiful family.”
“Well, thank you.”
“You know, you could have one, too.”
“Yes. If it were that easy.”
What do you do when he’s got you where he wants you? There is no place to run or hide. And there is nothing left to say. How he got you here doesn’t matter because you are “here”. What do you do? How do you turn the tide of this, a result of, mis-trust? You have concluded mis-trust. And so you ponder. Is your body worth giving up so that you can somehow get out of the mess? (If that is the price.) Or do you conclude that even if you go that route it could lead to his further want of you. For that is the only key that you control. His desire. His lust. His want. (…)
Look up/at Key. What is a key? Where does it come from? How is it made? Etc.
The only way is to turn the tide of his mis-trust. Through some natural occurrence, for instance. A natural disaster. The moon changing it’s course. That which he wants is obvious. And so the answer is to make it undesirable. Like a whore weaseling out of her part of the deal by exposing a seriously versaut pussy, crusty with excess use for the day, unwashed and littered. A new Mayor of London is doing (trying) a Giuliani. Clean up the city. All the notices and posted warnings for people (tourists) to watch their belongings, consequence must be ratified (docs that sent make any sense?)
“We vow to the comrade Lenin that we will honorably fulfill this they commandment.” Spoke and sung the strained voice of the proletariate dictatorship. As it was clearing its throat another dictator stepped in a replaced it.
When is a thought eliminated? More importantly, why is its elimination a requirement of controlling the masses? It is obvious to me, while attempting to understand the current political system in America and the west, thoughtlessness is the basis of functionality. The west has reached finality to a rather traumatic, yet cognitive, cold war period. The natural step to move byond such a period is paused by a proverbial fork in the road. One direction is to continue down the path of thinking about things. And not doing things. The other path is to remain satisfied as though you’ve done enough, sit back, relax, let the turning wheels guide. This is not unlike a vacuum. And what happens in a vacuum?
Robert Griffith Jones, Master of the Temple Church.
Question for the temple master:
-Has the fait of the temple church changed at all through the centuries?
-What in your opinion is the motivating factor for the destruction of the temples?
-Was there a preceding religious faction that became the Knights Templars?
-Is there a difference between sion and zion?
(None of my questions were answered but here’s a few answers from others.)
-The Templars were just monks
-There was no secret.
-Mr. Jones gave an interesting explanation of Dan Brown’s usage (or misuse) of the Last Supper painting. The man to JC’s right is St. John who reaches over/across Judas to Peter to 1)respond to Peter’s request to ask JC who does he mean (will betray him) and 2) then St. John, reaching back, returning, to answer after JC has answered.
-Peter holding knife.
-St. John reaching for piece of bread–as JC proclaimed after being asked “who” will betray him and responding “he who digs his bread in wine”.
Mr. Jones did an amazing and graceful job in only 1/2 hour to counter all the conspiracies about catholic doctrine. For example.
-Yes, this moment. This moment in the Garden. Who then, if the Garden of Easter morning (at JC’s tomb) is also the Garden of Eden, who then is the snake? Is it Judah? Think of the things you’ve never thought of before.
“By The Bog of Cats”, by Marina Carr, starring Holly Hunt
@ Windhams Theatre, 2005.
At the end of the play I stood and clapped till I thought my hands would bleed. I also wept like the little boy I wish I were. I screamed “HOLLY, HOLLY, HOLLY, etc.” She was brilliant. Will never forget.
I love London theatre.
Thought: A young mother that is addicted to breast feeding.
Standing before a building built 1990. Just missed by the Dresden bombing. There’s a undertone to what’s being said in here (Germany). As though the voice, first question(s) (or rebellion) is coming from the east. The west has been so cleverly chastised, indoctrinated, dogmatized, that it is incapable of posing the question of the brutality of the great war. And so, it’s other half, through naivete and intangibility, inexplicable passivity on the part of the west, attempting to do it… (wait, getting lost).
2005 02 12
At what point did man finalize his/the progression (to move) beyond religion? Was it the experiment(s) of the twentieth century? Was that the moment when condemnation eroded enough of Peter the Rock? The experiment of social infrastructure deep-seeded with the power of govt. and few profound (words?) “Religion is the opium of the people,” for example. And now the proclamation that there is no search for truth but instead a blind following to a river of white where a man washes away your sins and at the same time relieving you of the burden of thought. God is once again condemned to the mindlessness of Zeal. What is the juice upon which I run? Doubt (or fear)? Completely harnessed and battled put on the highest shelve where I never have to force it. Eventually only my subconscious knows its there. How comforting.
2005 02 10
So few things written. Where are those things? Not here anymore…
What’s the problem with man? Mankind. And. Two (other) things:
2. politics and commerce (business)
As long as the clerk(s) ringing up the cash register are religious we will continue to kill JC and avoid truth.
Story of Jeff Gannon. The guy who got into White House press by posing as a press agent and journalist in order to ask soft-questions of the president.
Related post here.
2005 01 24
Stopped training muscles because I thought I needed to train mind. (Was I wrong? Oh yeah, wronger wrong!) It was a simple thought that came to worst-writer one day. Like sop many. What to do with such a useless thought? Write it down‚Äîbecause there’s nothing else in this well-trained mind to write down. (Today.) (Well trained? Seriously?) But then I noticed the Flob. What a beautiful creature she is/was. She over came me after a long stare. We gathered ourselves and went for a walk. I held her hand and she allowed me to call her… Flob, the dreary. But wasn’t. She smiled a lot and blew me behind a barn door. When I asked what we’d call the result of her actions, she paused and watched a Ducati park in the lot. I thought she was gonna leave for me the leather-clad pilot but she stayed and said: let’s call it Ben & Jerry’s best flavor. I agreed and continued walking. Nomatter.
How hard I trained. It comes in little places. Behind the knee, the ear and the worst, under my eyes the problem really started when, after reading practically everything, I couldn’t get it done. Back to muscle.
2005 01 21
Something to remember? Something to forget? Well, not sure. But this does hold something true and real. A new “order”. But it wasn’t about the world.
“What is at stake is more than one small country (Kuwait), it is a big idea, a new world order, where diverse nations are drawn together in common cause to achieve the universal aspirations of mankind: peace and security, freedom, and the rule of law. Such is a world worthy of our struggle, and worthy of our children’s future.” -GHWBush, Jan. 16, 1991
2005 01 20
A world of magnets. Never thought about it before. The magic of magnets. Where can I magnetize myself? Stereo speakers. Computer monitors. The seal around a refrigerator door.
Tachymeter: scale used to measure units per hour on a watch. Commonly found on the bezels of chronographs, an event is timed by using the chronograph’s second hand. The hand is stopped when the even ends and the hand will point to the number of units per hour that could be achieved.
“Of course the people don’t war. After all its the leaders of the country who determine the policy. And its always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it’s a democracy, fascist dictatorship or a parliament or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice the people can always be brought to the bidding of leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked or denounce the pacifists for a lack of patriotism and exposing the country to greater danger.” -Hermann Goering, Nuremberg Trials
The old adage, spoken so fluently by men with or without a hip limp and always resting on a fold-out chair in front of their garage or a terrace. “It ain’t like it used to be.” This is applicable mostly in terms of value. “The ice cream used to cost a nickel,” or “when I was a kid…” something that has to be purchased, used to be certainly less than it is today. I have come to believe that the issue the man is confronting is not about the point-of-sale of any particular product but instead the point-behind-the-sale. What most interpret as a criticism of inflation or earnings is really a superficial attempt at (…) hard-talk truths. These truths are about the mechanics of the economy. And like anything mechanical it has to be maintained. Of course such detail as this regarding the fundemental machinery that enables our lives, is beyond the old-man on his porch or terrace or patio. And that is why when we here this remark, whether child or adult (about the ice cream) we let it pass like a breeze so unaware of its knowledge-seeking value. Who, in their right mind would even want to deal with the mechanics of this machine? At first glance it is a somewhat complex machine. But with a little effort, a little time, understanding it is attainable. Take for example the mechanics of an automobile. With a little effort we can easily figure out how it works—with or without knowing how all the motor works with its numerous moving parts or the brakes with its minimal amount of oil that decides, like 0s and 1s, on or off, if we stop or keep going. Just like that we can also understand how the economy works and try and figure out why the old-man on his fold-out chair can say such an important thing and no one quite gets it!
S’il vous plait. S’il vous plait.
“Information is only as valuable as its source.” -p.30 from D. Brown’s Angels & Demons.
People makng. The pleasure. Let them smoke but make it illegal for them to not heed the request: gotta smoke for me?
I will indulge. I must. It is the sake of survival that commands me. And is it that I must endure? The mundane dressed up in a Emperor cape of gold and diamond. And so… I have begun… reading Dan Brown’s novel “Angels & Demons, as mentioned before. Of course his work is well thought-out. The result of (…) effort. Yes, his work must be commended. But not for its literary value. Instead for its entertainment value. Commendable. I made it quickly to chapter ten. Punting. Abstaining from anything requiring input. But then it all halted as Brown proclaimed an assassins need for love is in a whore house (or something like that). Quckly Brown redeems himself in chapter 11. Ambegram. But he lost me again in chapter thirteen.
2005 01 19
Her birthday. Did she save me?
I ponder, motivated by certain books, the history of my world. I don’t remember the books anymore, and perhaps the pondering has become weak, but there are sparks lingering above me. In their spew there seems to be a pattern—a connect-the-dots game, maybe all I can make of it is that it represents something reminiscent of a map. It is only a partial map—of the earth, partitioned in nation-states and from the partition spew even more sparks.
2005 01 18
Der Gast. By Christina Kettering.
Sitting between two red heads in tight, cramped theater in Wiesbaden Staats Theater. The way it should be, baby.
-Wir sind kein… für sozial Fehle…
-Trying to be Komisch but the actors…
-Great stage scenery.
-(The Germans) can’t allow a Scherz, says the internationa bar-man.
-Oh, a great Stück über Germany now!
-Der Mensch wird zu lange von seinen Eltern (gehütet?)
-She falls asleep the middle of everything.
-Elternschaft mentioned for second time.
-No more Germany because of coffee um vier.
-When is British tee-time
-Pretty bad acting
-How to talk to a woman
-Ich hab einen Biographie and they go in to it who it’s about.
-Mit diesen clown Lied she set me in a trance
-The woman comes and saves
-Their relationship and how it developed was unclear, I missed it.
Story: portraying late 1940s, early 50s, Europe. A small organization calling itself… is approached because it was heard that they are (the group) anti-communist. They are then given money by a CIA/OSS operative (the man who approached them) and then start partying. The name of the group is an acronym for portraying—finding something greek or latin for party-animal. This is a play about the beginning of the European Union, Pan-Europe, EEC. The western (Anglo-American) fight against communism.
2005 01 17
The problem a functioning capitalist system inherits is information. Within that information is the/a truth. In a society based on secrets e.g. communism, a bottom-up flow of info can only be coerced. In a capitalist system, e.g. the west, the flow of information is rampant and virtually uncontrollable and it’s top down. The communist system went against gravity, nature. Capitalism goes with nature. Where is the capitalism?
What is the greatest source of info in a rampant over-informed society? Anything having to do with finance.
2005 01 16
Walking another street I realize I’ll never know the moment of, will never remember, the joy of music caught from a one of the oldest English speaking churches in Germany. Evangelizing. The people of Africa, my people. Singing and joyous. Praising. The true spirit of Christ, of something Christian. Right in the middle of good ol’ Germania.
Idear: what was special in D. Hoffman movie w/ the car? Was it the Graduate car? Or was it something else according to the movie writers (if there were any)? Plastics. Plasitcs is what it was about. Plastics, since its invention, is the quick fix, the easy product, profitable and, most importantly, a by-product of oil. Plastic is the drive-in temple. The place and/or product where do many get the info telling them what to think and telling you how to live life better when you should be learning such a thing from… Yes. The convenience society. Its beginning. Origin. Plastic is the metaphor for so much more. There’s also boil-in-a-bag, quick frozen or freeze-dried. Where when will it all end?
Get list of books, novels, plays that “America” has tried to ban. What would the list look like in the form of tablets written by (a/the) god?
Don’t think I could write a picture of (a/the/my) perfect woman. Why is that? Because I know there is no perfection—at least not in human females. Or is there? How does one write (down) what beauty is? Answer: beauty is symmetry. Write well. Or. Step outside yourself, Mr. Worst. Find a girl with dirty-blond hair, mid-shoulder length, bundled into a ball at the back of her skull, the true (colored) hair underneath it fuzzing/buzzing around the top of her neck. She wears a blue t-shirt with a v-neck collar stretched so wide it barely hangs on her shoulders. There is a silver chain dangling from her neck. The chain is somehow connected to the top of the shirt to hold it from falling to oblivion. Her hair has silver strips that would, if allowed, glisten with dark (brown) eyes. But they look away so often. Probably because so many other eyes try to grasp her. The bottom of her shirt begins and ends at her navel only relieved by the blue painted jeans that hug baby-fat protruding from the top edges, just above a belt line. From behind she is a discolored lava lamp, bulbous shaped cake of candy perfectly decorated by twenty-four years of turning heads.
The reason man doesn’t learn from the past? Unlike animals, man doesn’t seem able to change his physiology to fit nature. Perhaps there is no need to do so. Perhaps he, in the context of time, he is to new, so-much-so his (her) unatested-ness simply cannot bring forth the natural change required.
Correlation between guilt and sin.
The comfort Ameirca has bad through the cold war is the simple reason that we define our own reality—as the reality of the rest (of the world). We are the opposite of what we ultimately don’t understand. That may well be our doom.
Oh. About that perfect girl thing (above). Although the colors match, the texture too, her ear-rings jingle with the bar light and contrast with her dull lipstick that is anti-red.
The art of drinking an Irish Stout. The art of love according to an ancient Irishman. An Irish boxer wanting to give up the violence and start a career in music. He wants to sing American country music but can’t get rid of his accent.
A woman and her jewelry, or lack thereof. A woman always wears jewelry. Because jewelry is not some metal, stone, refuge of a sea crustacean. No. It is her hair, her ear (lobes), the tip of her nostrils, the ring finger, the cleft around her vulva like the crease under the backside of her ear and if she knew or felt any of that between the penal pounding she must endure matrimonial confusion then she would awaken and steer toward the cry of Lysistrata and welcome the long needed pause…
2005 01 11
A small crowd on stage. Every once a once a man appears from the crowd directing it. Then he disappears in the crowd. This goes on several times. Eventually a different man appears from the crowd as if chosen. He is congratulated by the first man who was directing things. This is new man has won whatever the crowd has to give: In this cast it is his job. A career. (So many should be thankful but this guy is clueless.)
Where is my lover’s quarrel? We need to live in a convict that is good, inherently good and not dictatingly good.
William Sloan Coffins
-War can be called a necessary evil but we have to remember that most necessary evils are for more evil than they are necessary
-About a/the free country in the world because we can drink beer and watch baseball, etc.–that is cheap patriotism
-patriotism is a deep-deep love of a country. It is a lover’s quarrel.
Unity is a beautiful thing but unity in folly, cruelty and stupidity, what’s virtue in unity in those things?
-Axis of evil is the environment, pandemic poverty and a world awash with weapons.
-We live in a world of limousines and beggars.
-We’re (Americans) being told we have to follow our fears not being lead by our values; we’re imposing on the world, not leading by example. You have to have courage, imagination…
See book by Coffin “Letters To A Young Doubter.”
See French cultural anthropologist G. Clotoire Rapaille. He (seems to be) founder of “cortex” and “reptilian” in people. The rational and irrational, I suppose.
-Rapaille’s work stresses appeal to the reptilian brain and codes…
2005 01 03
Romance + expectation = contradiction.
Or is that incompatible?
Two. Completely. Incompatible. Contradiction.
Rant on, baby.
2004 12 27
Man and woman finding each other. They weren’t looking. Do you understand? Do you know? So…
Stage: Two people falling on stage and talking as though nothing has happened, although they just fell onto the stage. They realize they know each other and begin to dialog. The conversation is about what caused them to fall (onto stage). Subsequent scenes about the fall. Original sin.
So… what is the promise of marriage? One of the laws of marriage deals with the issue of fidelity but what when this law is rescinded? Who came up with this part of marriage in the first place? The man or the woman?
Better leave that one alone.
2004 12 23
Have spent too much time, a calamity perhaps, on this issue of god. Wonder if death would finally relieve me of this thoughtless burden since I know that He is a She and She is quite different than anything I’ll ever experience–in life or death. But it is something I will never forget. Until I release the bullet down the barrel pointed to my temple I must adhere. Like glue of some ill conceived cause of various ungracious parts. Or friends who, upon my death, will say nice things about me but nothing significant.
Except, perhaps, this: the devil is male and god is female. This the grand fight of the ages/mind.
Mel Gibson’s movie had one interesting character. The devil. A female like, feminine creature humanoid offering him, JC, a different kind of salvation. That of the flesh. The flesh that is god.
How I wish my home would call me. I know why it doesn’t care ever-more. Because I have gone backwards. She will leave those behind in her wake. She is moving forward, why should she look back? Yes, move forward my sweat. Go on without (me). Even my death isn’t worth one of your sample winks. This place of wanna-be monarchs I should have just visited. It is my fault to stay here.
2004 12 22
What is the logic? (Where?) Sexism, for example. Or prohibition of pornography by so-called moralists. What’s the point of a bunch of men out there protesting a porn movie house?
The only answer to Christopher Marlow being another of W. Shakespeare’s work, although he was (supposedly) dead, is that he had already wrote the plays and WS simply stole them upon his death.
Idear: Something about the anti-federalists in Americant. William Cooper, for example. There is a subtle leader (out there) who has been trying and has dedicated his life to building, amassing, mobilizing an army that will over-throw the (current) past WW2 US govt. The play ends with WC thinking, questioning, whether or not all the people who signed on are enough and if they are real.
True truth. Faith, perhaps blind faith, is the power behind true truth. Is it the same as 1-1 or 3-3? Two equal and yet opposites parts that ultimately cancel each other only to leave a void where the human psyche can be so easily manipulated.
How do you fake a virgin birth? Define or redefine “virgin”. Go back to ancient…
Mark 14 the anointing of JC. Witnessed by many. This type of “anointing” was reserved for something special–it obviously motivated Judas to run off and betray JC. Is it possible that JC chose a different path than the (then) high Jewish priests would have accepted? If JC had chosen the path of war/King then perhaps they would have tolerated him but instead JC chose (a) path of David which threatened their power.
2004 12 21
Rumor: Zoroaster laughed on the day of his birth.
If I read to you a truth do I also (can I possibly) forsake you? The twins of truth. Truth as opposing twins. Perfect twins = born male and female and identical. Is such a thing possible?
A deal is made between men. The only difference between these two men is that (A) is down on his luck and (B) is not. A is lead by B through a door which, because of his circumstance, would never have been able to enter. Once through the door B stops A and says:
B: But there’s one catch.
A is perturbed and complains before he knows what B is going to say because he thinks he’s been tricked. The first thing B says is that A must be prepared. Then… Motto: what is the point to God helping Man if it can never be enough anyway?
No one knows their way. The Germanians. They have a physical structure, a bodily presence, it is viewable in any of the rudeness mankind can muster/surmise, including (all) their great inventions (which only their collective was able to profit from). Schooling for example. (Didn’t they invent that, too?) Although the children are of a obvious and friendly disposition their parents hobble ’round the ancient bricks as though relieved their praying doesn’t have to forge the bricks and stones of faulting pyramids. Yes, the culmination of their achievement. Seen in the schools of free-wheeling children only told to not play the instruments freely lying before them. Convention is their new motto. It was at one time greatness but that was wiped from any shallow remaining consciousness. AH has left such a deep scar/scare nothing original will ever emerge from it. Now it is a place of well endowed MILFs not worth the weight they refuse to gain. But worth every screw. Every one. Yes, I am sure, although my mother is one of them, I cannot seem to feel similar. Why is that? It is perhaps the “strafe” of my mix breed. An error of pedigree. And no one knows why or how such things occur–at least what brought me to this level of (false) immigration. Except perhaps Mr. or Herr Rosenkrieg. No, that cannot be right. My errors are my own, even the ones that took place before my birth here (i.e. entry to Germania).
2004 12 20
Hegel > it’s all about reason. Nothing else.
“Willed congress”—an alchemical wedding. The once spiritually feminine soul was united with God. Someone or something made this spirit FALL into human form which is immediately defiled. This is the way of the carnal world. Eventually her prayers are heard and god rescues her by joining her with the male spirit and hence the chemical wedding that occurred.
When did the Catholic church become (or was it at its inception) the work of the opposite of what JC was (attempting) to preach? Did JC preach the ideal of power as part of the church?
It’s very difficult for me to explain the loss and pain of living in Germany. I.e. not having found (my) way in US. Nomatter. Although I agree with Miller and his ravings about Eurowasteland in the HummingBird essays, I cannot evangelise about this place that has turned out to be such a disappointment. Of course, I am unaware of how long he actually lived here. (Look it up.) It does leave me the thought that romanticising about this place comes as easy as the love (or hate) of anything. I must agree with Miller that Eurowasteland is a hotbed of history—but not for it’s results. Eurowasteland is a hotbed for everything reactionary in man—including the… The results of this obvious cultural greatness (sarcasm) is buried below a deep crust, an impenetrable place. Not even Eurowasteland has cracked this place. Yet I will give it credit for trying.
Six basic (articles) of belief by Muslims:
-The day of judgement
2004 12 19
Wingdings, dingbats, aka “printer’s ornaments”, the origin was to help printers fill space or decorate when printing. Today this is a type of code. Or it’s an undiscovered secret containing code.
Idea: a defrocked drunk turned detective stumbles on the secret of the anti-christ.
What happens when twins mate? (Assuming the proper configuration of twins.)
The product of this, according to some occultists, is life being neither male or female. The tension, stress, friction of sex can then be resolved and unity of the spirit can begin its ascension. (Only possible with modern day birth-control?)
Bela & Kaan. The brothers. They find out they’re step brothers. Kaan is actually the product of Eve’s promiscuity (w/Satan). Adam is a bumbling idiot.
The tree as phallic male symbol. The roots dig in the earth or hell. The full of the tree is man or life. The branches are lives path and it all explodes to the sky in search of something unattainable.
Oh, I’m on a role.
The path way and journey towards (to) the anti-christ. Bloodlines finding brethren in order to mate and continue the lines. But what if a bloodline relative is found somewhere remote and he or she has no clue to their heritage?
2004 12 18
It is said that apathy is the work of the devil. Yet in a world where parallels cross at will all in the name of something futile (social justice) that/then perhaps in apathy lies (a) solution to all ill will. When work for productivity became chain–like then the first casualty of the fight for freedom was the truth. Or…
God in a jealous rage created the institutions that now control mankind. He did not create man. It is/was lucifers only wish to show man what God would/could not do. What god was capable of…
Perhaps the time has come to return to the book of hours. Yes, an illustration is required to get a point across. But what to do when someone looks deeper into a picture book made by member of a… Secret society that just can’t keep a secret.
Oh, the fun of it all.
2004 12 17
Dear worst-reader. My dear little wrost-(note)book (Moleskine) full of whatnot, it has a fancy but dull hard black cover. What is the sense of it all if it all has been done? No. If it all has no sense. (Yeah, that’s the ticket.) Even the question must have been asked a thousand times. At least a short trip to Rome left me wondering about wealth–among other earthly things. And if there really can be a city within a city. Nothing matters. Nomatter. Certainly not fallen heroes. Or perhaps those not fallen. Bricks in the huge wall of man’s mistake(s) that make up the barrier of life. Life that is really something else. Not just existing or surviving. I wonder if Milton tried this. Turn the tide and make someone see white where there was always black. But how? We artists. The lost artists who earn and live for nothing. (This is done by wanting to find truth which everyone wants to avoid.) We soak up the want of more. What? Cars. SUVs. The acceptance of Milton’s possible apotheosis. Satan. How? (Don’t ask.) We must look to Byron and his hero: rebellious, antisocial (especially when it comes to institutions) not being adherent to something (national, organizational, etc.), anti-authority, smart and (humanly) functional, having a past that you don’t let run you down, an emotional wreck, capable, like Nero (ok, bad example; so you pick something dear worst-black-book), of sticking a knife in your own neck.
The human legislative has once again been separated. But who sits on which side of what?
What is good, what is Evil? If Evil at some point in time created and nurtured the world as we know it today than that means we have NO way of realizing our misdirection. Evil has systematically purged our intellects and subsequent institutions of any pathway to truth. This has been done by careful planning, I’d worst-say, to somehow counter the occultism. The idear of mysticism was taken to new levels. Enter the inquisition, communism, the crusades… Not in that order, of course.
2004 12 15
Imposition. Visit to Sistine Chapel. The Sistine Chapel. The ceiling works almost three dimensional. How could “work” ever be done in this room? Who is trying to be impressed? A statue of Christ gets lost in this space of colorful human history. Colorful human loss.
Why does this room work like a comic to me?
All the pilgrims trying to find their way. By definition the pilgrim is lost. How can a pilgrimage truly end? Where do they really go. I mean, it’s a spiritual thing. Or?
A way to god pictured. As though images tell a story. Salvation and damnation. How fitting the two so gallantly fit together, like gears. What is clear is that there is no third place between or below heaven (salvation) and earth (damnation). Although there is a glowing hole behind the superimposed statue of Christ. I can’t help but think Michael Angelo makes the earth out to be hell. Such an imposition. Yes, I see the level of third grade here. (Proof there really is evolution?)
The want of journalism, that keeps the mind from going… going… gone.
Oh, I want ot give myself to something but I know nothing of the sacrifice of (acquiring) knowledge. This room, this all empowering room, a room that might be the only one where no black exists. It’s no where to be found. This is a room of light, light things. Of the purest and most sufficient confusion that all of mankind could want. It’s here. Not just the answers but all the questions, too. You can, if your of the willing, come to this place and never, ever, question or answer. Imposition. A cornucopia of snakes, trees, feet and hands and finger tips, heads that seem to be all the same, etc. The grass and the trees and the small stones on the floor where ten thousand people walk on the souls everyday, things, emblems dressed in Gold, all of the Gold, it would drip if allowed, if something came along but I think that’s the problem–there’s nothing mystical in this place, really. Is it sacrilege to say there is no magic here? I cannot find imagination here either. There is no place for even secrets here. It is the magnificence of this imposition that leaves the meek ultimately alone, left to the world of genital stimulation and other forms of sweet tasting sin. Sin, my worst-friend. And then come here. I know or feel nothing feminine in this place. As though woman was left behind somewhere. Of course she is pictured here or there but this has left her devoid of recognition. Is that this churches problem? What a surprise. It has forced Her to an existence of objectivity. It was odd to move from Egyptian art to this chapel. I felt more life there, in those other places of past and/or previous culture. Here there is only color and gold and NO mystic black.