Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS I:I SAW A FLY
Berlin, April 13th, 2003 - P#210
I saw a fly
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS II:THAT WOMAN ON THE TRAIN
Berlin, May 7th, 2003 - P#213
that woman on the train
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS III:I FELT A TINGLING
Berlin, May 9th, 2003 - P#214
I felt a tingling
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS IV:I SAW A MAN
Berlin, May 9th, 2003 - P#215
I saw a man
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS V:THERE WAS A BAND
Eichwalde, May 9th, 2003 - P#216
there was a band
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS VI:SOMETHING ON THE NEWS
Berlin, May 9th, 2003 - P#217
something on the news
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS VII:SING, WALT AND EMILY
Berlin, May 9th, 2003 - P#218
sing, Walt and Emily,
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS VIII:EQUAL TIME AND EQUAL SPACE
Berlin, May 9th, 2003 - P#219
equal will and equal grace
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS IX:FEEL
Berlin, May 9th, 2003 - P#220
feel
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS X:WHEN SEE I THE FACES
Berlin, May 9th, 2003 - P#221
when see I the faces
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XI:I WANNA REFUSE
Berlin, May 9th, 2003 - P#222
I wanna refuse
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XII:THERE'S A CORPSE
Berlin, May 16th, 2003 - P#223
there's a corpse
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XIII:INTERRUPTION
Eichwalde, May 26th, 2003 - P#224
bang! it goes
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XIV:FALLING DOWN
Eichwalde, May 26th, 2003 - P#225
let me just get off some steam
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XV:THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
Eichwalde, June 13th/15th, 2003 - P#226
there's nothing left
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XVI:HOW COULD I
Eichwalde, July 9th, 2003 - P#227
I have gone mad already, you see
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XVII:OMINA
Berlin, July 16th, 2003 - P#228
every day now seeing you
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XVIII:GOT FIRE?
Berlin, July 20th, 2003 - P#229
someone's just asked me for fire right now
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XIX:IN ITSELF
Eichwalde, July 24th, 2003 - P#230
would you know?
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XX:KNOW WHEN TO QUIT
Eichwalde, September 5th, 2003 - P#231
some things need to be done
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXI:WILL(TEXTVS, PART ONE OF NINE)
Eichwalde, September 14th, 2003 - P#233
worn-out places
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXII:DRINK(TEXTVS, PART TWO OF NINE)
Eichwalde, September 14th, 2003 - P#234
want to drink me?
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXIII:MIRE(TEXTVS, PART THREE OF NINE)
Eichwalde, September 14th, 2003 - P#235
drunken state
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXIV:FIRE(TEXTVS, PART FOUR OF NINE)
Eichwalde, September 18th-24th, 2003 - P#236
walk the path you're not supposed to walk
open up your self to you
walk the path supposed to be walked
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXV:SIRE(TEXTVS, PART FIVE OF NINE)
Eichwalde, September 27th, 2003 - P#237
shall I cede a tribute here
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXV:ADMIRE(TEXTVS, PART SIX OF NINE)
Eichwalde, October 2nd-6th, 2003 - P#238
la ragazza
my instinct's just
run away I could
(I need to sleep
life is just life
la ragazza
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXV:ATTIRE(TEXTVS, PART SEVEN OF NINE)
Eichwalde, October 2nd-6th, 2003 - P#239
people are asking
I tell you not
I know the glances
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXV:ASPIRE(TEXTVS, PART EIGHT OF NINE)
Eichwalde, October 7th, 2003 - P#240
has all been quite real?
forms are deceitful
waltz in the crowd
though changed nothing has
let the exorcism start
the poems that were
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Phil John Kneis:
SYLLOGY XXIV:प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXIX:(TEXTVS, PART NINE OF NINE)
Eichwalde / Berlin / Schierke / Annandale-on-Hudson / New York / Camden, Me / Cologne /
Nashville / New Orleans / Washington, October 8th, 2003 - August 12th, 2004 - P#243 EXPOSITION:
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if we were to
for what's a truth
pastest past its fires wielding
present now from past is drawn
future shocks now all connected
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crashing crashing crashing so
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see it coming
all that's coming
and words that written
these are just words
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the foundation is set
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the frantic insistence on where do they stand
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these little words we've invented
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tell me the difference 'tween a know-it-all
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they are the token ones
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the powers that make we
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shake it loose
so
once upon a time... </dive> |
Die Idyll ist zerstört,
Existierte, Vergessen, Vernichtet:
Was hast du getan mit all deiner Macht?
The running gag in heaven is Man.
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this place crawling with 'em little dots little crawlers crawling up unto my body my skin collapsing folding opening closing in they're closing in can any body help me please I'm falling I'm going I'm fading I'm lost I understand this poem (k)now suddenly it dawns upon me need to write it speak it spit it fuck it out see, there are parts when all, just all needs to be linked back directly to words and deeds of times so pastest foreshadowing what's yet to come can only be done by rephrasing the past rearranging reintegrating reaffirming reconfirming rectifying reevaluating doing it all so quite and genuinely do it all and see the signal see the flow of things so clearly see the signs see them tremble 'fore mine eyes see them see them see them rise and see them fall see their epigenesis be made see them crawling out of the farther reaches of my mind farther reaches father reaches into them be a father you your self be a mother you as well shakes it now and shakes within so all the knowns deserve a pseudo- and then there are these other parts who interlock and intervene they channel things like channeled they always love they carry things like carried they always have they are the phases where everything's decided everything's made everything's put into fated a written existence just so take your bous and run strophê it seek the truth
in life
at all
costs
and
drink
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it's from what is known
and all in the limited
and challenge the mind we
flowing all so quietly and gentlestly
so in beginnings here to rest
and interludes can stay mere fragments merely
each beginning needs an end
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misereatur nostri
ut sanctum Evangelium tuum digne valem nuntiare
ecce agnus dei
domine, non sum dignus
and I tell you, my dear,
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yodel ching-duh! yodel ching-duh! yodel ching-duh! yodel ching-duh!
creeeeeeeeeeeeskendo!
ta taa taa ta
Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning,
ta taa taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam you know the drillholes
who am I
cogito
TREATISE ON PATHOSPathos. Greek. Noun, masculine. Singular. Root: pat-, path-. Related is the Latin pati, to suffer, endure, alas, the patient. Nowadays, the patience with pathos is declining, it is often perceived as pathetic. The Lord of the Rings is pathetic pathos, lacks irony. Irony is the prime enemy of pathos. Pathos is the prime victim of irony. Notung, made of the strongest iron, destroyed by Wotan's staff when in the possession of Siegmund, destroys, remade and carried by Siegfried, son of Siegmund, great-son of Wotan, remade under the guidance of Wotan, the wanderer, destroys Wotan's staff, quasily-emasculating the god/father, by that one's own volition! Wotan having a vasectomy by the hands of his grandson who is about to conquer the death-demon, the Wal-küre, the god's daughter - isn't this ironic? (at least, related to iron it is) or is it pathetic? Siegfried carries the ring, stolen by the fallen creature, Alberich-Smeagol-Gollum, and Mine wanted to have it! the dragon had to be slain! ascended he had, Fafner, mayor of Sunnydale, by the power of the ring, and Mine wanted to have it! Mine, mine precious! Professor Chaos has seized Backdoor Sluts Nine! Eleven years old, maybe, fourth grade in this redneck mountain town. The two towers destroyed by the Ring? What is this heresy? Who carries the Ring? Bring back! Sing it Back! the Rheingold to Mount Doom and unmake your fate. This is your destiny. This is your pathos. Ironic pathos, to return to us in the age of Buffy and poor, dear John Crichton! The human is superior! Like stung by a Scorpius, scarring the peace, the peace of mind, find me the peace-keepers, Officer Sun! Giving us peace! Da pace, signora, hail Jasmine, my precious! No wolf, ram & hart shall spike this here up, the soul of an angel is all that shall save us, to help the helpless, white night in satin armor, saving Cinderella again, wants she be saved? Much with the damseling? For save herself she just can't? And, furthermore, how can we be sure whether she's saved? Well-behaved, or just another dirty girl devoid of serenity? Chastity! Abstinence! Mind over matter! Death before life! p align is justify! p for pathos, paragraphed life, paragraphed knowledge, patient experience, pathos controlled and quite but infected with all that controls us and all that wants subjugate, all that wants emanate not but wants imamate imminent imitate art, imitate life, doesn't life but imitate art? the choices made in the West Wing, the problems discussed there on KACL talk radio? Frasier Spiffy Crane to the rescue! let the babbling psycho therapy your life! Freude! Jungsein! Frommheit! Reichtum! Gruen behind your ears - and eyes, and hands, and mouth, and nose, spirit? Zeus is the spirit, the atman, the semen in the wind! Gone, he can't seed us any longer, Prometheus quite made sure of this. For he took the fire out of the spirit and made it a tool just to use as material. And now, what but have we? Spirit-less, fire-less, babble-talk aiming for solid constructions and solid-made discourse once flowing so freely and flowing so dearly and WHAT do we see and WHY do we fear and WHERE are we going and HOW do you live and WHO do you trust? But trust's in the spirit, and trust's in the feeling, the pathos, the eidôla, all in ideas, all in the specters, all in the words that represent not, that do not just mimic, that do but create! Representative Men! Representative Women! Representative Cats! That do but create! Truest, all poiêsis, truest, all genesis! Can it be true? All I rejected, all I abjected, coming now back, intruding here quite, not through the front door but to the rear-end of it? In the beginning the word made heaven and earth and the word, the spirit of creation, is just called by the name of God, and God is existence battling non-existence and non-existence battling existence! And the path is to feel all that is there, patiently? impatiently? not without pathos, I dear you, I beg you! Reclaim you the fire that stole once Prometheus, reclaim your own deity, dearest Euhemeros, tried you not show us, Gods once were humans? Humans were Gods - gods now in ruins? And here lies the heresy, herein we find it: I Am The Lord Thy God And Thou Shalt Have No Other Gods Beside Thee? Oh, there are plenty of gods, and more, goddesses right around me! Shan't we behave like that? reclaim our power, reclaim our authority, and see our commitments? Responsibility, god as creation, creation as god? or as goddess? (maybe now I am possessed by that woman sitting in the corner, I don't know what to make of her, how to approach her, if ever, - so radiant, thoughtful and feeling a glance? But I am too hesitant, I am an animal that feels not like dying but rather like being quite dead already for the outside.) There's Aragorn looking at me from the jacket of a bottle containing non-heavy Pepsi. The king quite to be - how I hate that awe-demanding, fake and quite naked authority! Respect my authoritaaaaaaaaaaay, sayeth the little Eric, the Cart-man! It is words quite that made Middle Earth, and have seen you the Ring? There's words that are rotating, burning inside it - one ring to burn them all - and keep them out of the Wal-hall, the palace of gods - so it's just right it needs to be thrashed, so that we can rise out of its ruins. Power rising from ruins may be quite different from that rising out of shiny, happy palaces. People traveling through ruins may still smell that stale breath of power auctorial, power demanding and power imperial. divid' imperaque! divided and conquered we are, estranged from the body, estranged from the soul, and all this poor pathos shall cede here for now.
Desire came upon That One in the beginning,
of course there's more here, need to stop it,
Whence this creation has arisen -
and at the end,
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pater noster
vita est vita
logos is hybris
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or is it both, perhaps,
is it the body that's speaking,
making is poiêsis
so, how do we capture it?
art is life, the genuine article
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what once was in wonder
oh, dearest, true irony!
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s u b - e x p o s i t i o :
s1/archein //
s2/poiein //
s3/historein //
s4/augere //
s5/(g)narrare
s6/mimesthai // s7/invenire // s8/praedicare // s9/pati // s10/telein
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these are just fragments
(one to three four five six?
bonded together
so shall I introduce the meme meme here?
for there are beginnings
rules can disable
for if we not see what is good,
in the beginning
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let me speak truly now
ain't this like a scroll of scripture rolling down?
ain't we have now books and pages?
what is this here, what is here made?
for truly I speak,
the beginning is set
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what else is new
the author makes
so talk if you may
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do I have a single one?
what's my function now, I wonder
no, I'm not
I just bought a Sherry for 10 bucks right here
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eu topos
are they the same?
what choice but here have we
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for this is a sin
somewhere is said,
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the promise can't be made for all
so why make promises at all?
can we be
what's the narration
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don't we need
a discourse
post-modern my ass
so give me not poems
as much as words can hurt in deed
the problems of others
each murder
see you not, dearest,
the woman raped
the boy made a soldier
the homeless next doorstep
and nature destroyed
you can't disconnect
they say
uncountable
there's no truth outside the text?
who wants to challenge
for those denying truth
the narrator knows
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has to live
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il y a
so now
ton nomon ex chaôi
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to build the pyramid
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a wish this, not more,
though, 've seen you kids play?
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as mimick we nature not
a mimesis
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how do we
shall follow we texts
that is to be read
that is to be seen
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why not then
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/// the writer has told me to push me downwards into the paper forcefully and I obey so that it may appear as written in unity or something else? may I please? may I speak? these falling lines can it be what he wanted looks Arabic almost, let it be, are they not strange? maybe script is supposed to be this way in any case Arabic writing had to be conceived developed in some way any way! it's just hand-written lines of what otherwise would look rather bulky rather enforced don't you see it? see you not the Ka resembling the Kaph the K the hand the symbol in behind or the Lam the Lamedh the L or or the Shin the Tooth or the Mim even or the Ayin (that's the Eye) or the Ra alluding to Resh to the Sun-God ancient it's all about the sun, you know, the son is about the sun, Uhura was quite right, even Christ is just a stand-in for the sun-god for nature we perceive as being omnipotent over us transcending us dictating us enslaving us for if you just think of it, who the hell are we to be questioning nature's grasp of us? who the hell are we, who the hell do we think we are, ain't this schizophrenic? no, and yes, again, I' ve taken in alcohol, for drunk is a state that still serves illusions of inspiration --- Greek wine, of course, what sense would it make drinking something else than what is the stereo-typical stuff, why should I drink wine from places barbaric? It has to be Greek it has to be Latin it has to be these things these references to the past the mind-wise present and always, there's Glass dancing while I'm writing this utter insanity utter inanity utterest drug that makes me dive into states indescribable by daylight so down into the night the regions elevated by eternal darkness just of the spirit but never of the soul! let me take another sip another glass just (ha!) down it goes I know it's wrong I do it any way for what exactly am I supposed to be losing I've lost her already what else would there she's raped my soul and raped my mind and I am the victim, it drives me insane, I can't even curse her, I love her too much, and say me just, why? I tell you why: love makes fools of the brightest of men, and I am just another case in point but this is the end and over it is the purpose is served and knowledge is gained and start now a new life a life on your own a vita nuova and she has become quite abstract an entity far far away (oh, how do I pity her, she's broken my heart, but see, I 't least have one! and I'm not too proud t' be letting me feel and let me be me) I'm not a player I don't like to play a game in such cases I do not much side for panem circensesque (except civilization, of course) for things of the heart just aren't to be played with aren't to be seen as being a game to be played it's not about conquests not about pride not about anything that would remove us from what we here feel and what we need tell
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don't give me songs, sweet muse,
so shall we just cede
habemus non corpora
mysterium fidei
weil nicht sein kann was nicht sein darf
so rather invent we
how noble a lie this (if lying were noble)
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but why not conform
//
sitting here
is it the preaching?
how quite so soothing
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how many people having died for the cause of subsistence and hope -
how many people having died, however,
for see, it's not thrones, princes, dominions
truth speaks for herself
"if spake I in tongues
"had gifts I of prophecy, saw I all mysteries, knew I it all,
"gave I away
"love but is patient
and love but
we need no lamb to sacrifice
so come on now
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but please now keep true to the promise at hand
for I'm just going on
I needed a bottle of Sherry
see, there are
there's nothing nice in solitude
remember you stories told?
so hello back, you little place,
I'm drunk now,
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I'm drunk now,
yes, of course
youth is angry
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a god who is silent
vox domini ad civitatem clamat
oh, baby Jesus, in the bathwater,
and the scapegoat is killed
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ain't it quite dangerous
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is this what we need?
whose sake shall we live for?
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in perpetual a revolution
life but is love
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but progress is not
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think for yourself
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the end
created by words
but true an ending?
could we bear that,
would not we miss it
have learnt you nothing?
we cannot tolerate an ending
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can't add a resurrection we,
I tell you, somehow,
there's something wrong with the picture at hand
so in the end
for in the end,
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demons all
gods in ruins
so like then to build we
we create our heroes
all words, deeds in hindsight
see you not, they're denying life
I'm not denying here
"what's the truth"
and those
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and pathos coming from feelings still true
how do you communicate
truth's always a burden
hear them, these chatterboxes,
attention span,
you cannot just skim a topic
to someone I said,
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and I shall refuse the game
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alors
il n'y ont pas des faits ?
and art
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for this is the interlude
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s u b - e x p o s i t i o:
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for every story's got a beginning
a beginning in wanting
the beginning
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and so it began
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we need to do both
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"to be" is not a static verb
(I got things to do
I need to move on
but what, just what
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// I'm not getting better I'm sure getting worse and all I here hoped for all I here ventured for all I here deemed to learn and take in it's all unrequited (all science, like love, is done for your self!) and all in the madhouse all in the doghouse all in the universe uni-directional uni-dimensional uni-dementional uni-demonsional unaided all united in pain united in fear (fear is the path to the dark side, thank you, my dearest, we've known it already) fear is the path to the Black Lodge (I've been watching Twin Peaks quite recently) there's someone staring in my face someone I should know in the mirror someone who's long-haired now longing so back longing so forget it now forget her now forgotten forgotten forgotten never she'll be just transcended by words now so coming I'm coming I'm cunning to con my self to lead myself into a conviction in which I won't need her any longer I mean isn't insane? inane even! but surely insane! she's out of the loop out of the picture and still she's there reigning me from far far away she's gone and yet, she's exerting her power --- speak of patriarchy you? you stupid fool have never you experienced the thrall of a woman? the might she exerts? all men are pawns in the hands of a woman, all men are reduced to stupid fools once a woman walks by if looks she into his eye --- powerful men? who are you kidding, have seen you his desires not? all that men do, they do for a woman, if even in hypothesis, see, I'm choosing my seats on the train depending on a woman sitting nearby, I'm choosing my looks dependent just of what she may think --- how pathetic is that? power? who's got the power? all she needs do is speak up, enthrall me, I'm hers, and for ever, why do you think that men have secluded themselves in positions of power? to keep women out? yes, surely, but WHY? just out of evil? out of their cunning? no, poorest ignorant, just out of fear! would think you just here, men would be thinking just clearly, once sight of a woman was near? for this is the secret (no secret it is): show me a man immune to a woman (and those that seem t' be, you'll bet that they're married and governed already) --- you will not succeed, it won't just be feasible, a patriarchy, say you, we're running? my dearest, you're just here directing your glance to the obvious, ignoring the obvious glances of men, you think they are governed by clearest desire? think now again, desire it is, but governed by hope --- for see now, here, we men don't quite grasp a woman's own interest into our sex, so see you it not? why seest thou not? you only see the structures all open, you're seeing not the myst'ry behind: what images see you on tit 'zines all over? those quite of men? well, surely you don't (at least not majority-wise), for sure it is women, so, think you, they're objects, just objects of men, objects of desire? oh, haven't you learnt, the object of desire holds more power than anything else on those that want to possess! men just are slaves, and women their masters, anything else is just a diversion. believe you, however, may anything else, but think as you will, it's one way, no other, for see you not clearly? the private is quite more political here, you see just the public, you'll find just disguises, the truth is at hand: why do you think men would create a sphere independent from home? invent just a myth of women inferior? would that be needed if men were in power? all's just illusion, all's just a game, the truth is quite simple: men are the game, and women the gods, and goddesses even. 't 'all is a show, a man-made quite fantasy even, a dream world, a wish, but pointless at best: das Ewig Weibliche zieht uns hinan, gynaikokratoumenoi hêmeîs.
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if this is a curse,
it must not poison my future at hand
the regrets that abound
that would mean
so there's but one choice
// // If I were to say what is love, what shall I say? is words enough, is speaking enough, does speaking contain the truth of the matter, the matter of the heart? shall I try a treatise here? an anti-treatise, as love can't be treated? an anti-statement, as love can't be stated, just lived, and made true? I could quite well be forgetting love as love seems to have forgotten my self, but the core of the matter, the crux, nub, the thing, is the very location, the very sensation that's centered not elsewhere but right in my heart --- love may be centered 'round a person or thing, but quite in the end, and in its beginning, it's rather about the person who loves --- to truly love, you have to be in love with love itself, you have to live it, be it, breathe it, and love, my dear, true love, as love always has to be true, cannot select, and cannot make choices, cannot decide out of the people, out of the beings, out of the things, which one to love, and which to discard, disregard, ignore or detest: love is a thing transcending all things, love is a passion transcending all passion, love is a dance danced quite with all: once truly you love, it's all that you love, once truly you care, it's all that you care quite about: love's not selective, love's not exclusive, love is not a trial run. I'm a being caught and broken, caught by love and all its power, broken by what it made of me: I've surrendered my will, surrendered to love, surrendered to what change I just can't, what change I don't want even --- and what I want, I don't want; and what I need, I don't need. a want without wanting, a have without having, a possession without being possessed --- this is no treatise, these are just fragments, as I'm quite a fragment of what I'm to be, of what I become... |
(silently, hushingly, quietly)
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sive THIRTY-FIRST DEMON: TAUTOLOGIA / REPETITION
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could then respect we
in the end
kai ho logos aristos
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finish what?
is there something
is there a me here?
I've been
so surely, I'm me
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that strangest simplicity
for there is an after-life quite here to see:
so that's my lament
that's over now
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does it have to be
can't we just dance
what is this me
is everything quite more than mere pastiche?
Das also ist des Pudels Kern!
the devil comes into existence
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does a person
or isn't evil
the noble lie
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shan't we face destiny, shan't we face fate,
though sometimes I've felt
and if we were
and being free
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I cannot be left in complacent approval
we need to go on
and what's a truth
but this needs to stop now
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won't we want know?
oh,
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Phil John Kneis:
प्रण (PRANAH) - LINKS XXX:SCHERZO
Eichwalde, August 12th, 2004 - P#248
e per sempre
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Endnotes for this Category19.3.29. PASTICHE:[1]
Genesis 1, 1: In the beginning God created heaven and earth
[Transliteration: Bereshit bara Elohim et hashamayim ve'et ha'arets]
[2]
John 1, 1: In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and God was the word
[Transliteration: en archê ên ho logos kai ho logos ên pros ton theon kai theos ên ho logos]
[3]
The ensuing part quotes the first movement of Philip Glass' Symphony 5, which is a vocal arrangement of a creation text of the Rig Veda. The "ta" and alike syllables are supposed to mimick the music, the direct quotes of the text are featured in italics. --- I started using the "ta" syllables in Sleepwalker, where I used devanagari signs. Here now, I've decided against that to not over-complicate the reading of an already dense and overladen text, also I'm more flexible and can insert English text more easily.
So I'm using the ("ta") character only for the Hannibal reference.
[4]
[LATIN] I think / therefore I am / therefore I was / therefore I want / want to be / [want to] think / amongst all, amongst the voices / amongst all the many rejected ones / all / [GREEK] everything / everything flows / everything wants / everything in these words / these words that are best / oldest and most cherished, holy ones / [ITALIAN] quickly, my friends / let us go, let us be / [LT] remember / [IT] I love you / [LT] remember you must die / [IT] I want you / [LT] remember to live / therefore I will be / therefore I am / therefore [GK] I feel / I feel
[The choice of language is not arbitrary. As I need to switch between them, I cannot use Greek letters and have to Latinize them in order for them to adapt more easily and allow for some puns (presbyteroi/presto). Latin represents thinking, Greek represents understanding and feeling, Italian represents love (thus referring back to Ducenti, where the Italian passages allude to love).]
[5]
within the myth / I speak / I live / desire I life / the best life / well-being or happiness? / finding the best word / the oldest one / which to us is god? / word or truth / which to us is goddess? / what is truth? / as Pilate was asking once / what's the word? / the word but / the idol of good-being / the truth / let us seek / the truth / the one in the word? / about the word? / through the word? / through the beginning / about the explained / in chaos and order / in whole and in part / in words and in deeds / word or deed / in the beginning was the word / in the beginning was the deed / in the beginning of the deed was truth / and the true word / was in the beginning / in the beginning / the word created / heaven and earth.
[Transliteration: tôi en mythôi / legô / biô / thelô bion / bion ton ariston / eudaimônian tênd' ê tychên? / tynchanô logon ariston / presbyteron / tonde ton hêmin theon? / logon ê alêtheian / tênde tên hêmin thean? / ti estin alêtheia? / erôtêsantos Pilatou hênika / ti estin ho logos? / logos men / tês aretês to eidôlon / alêtheian / tênde en tôi logôi? / peri ton logon? / ek tou logou? / ex archês / peri ta horizomena / en chaôi kai nomôi / en holôi kai merôi / en logois kai ergois / logos ê ergon / en archêi ên to ergon / en archêi tou ergou ên alêtheia / kai ho logos alêthês / ên hê archê / bereshit / bara 'ot / et hashamayim ve'et ha'arets]
[6]
and logos (Greek: word) became verbum (Latin: word) / and in the word / we seek / we pray / we have in absence / let us pray / for our salvation / for our sense of life / for our soul / for our spirit / for our parents / for our children / the father was / the son will be / the spirit is / now and in eternity // our father / who art in the word / sanctified is your name / let your reign be made transparent, open / we seek your will / how it is in life, so it be in words / our daily bread let us give ourselves today / and let us dismiss our sins / just as we dismiss those who own us / and let us not fall into temptation / but let us deliver ourselves / from the word / for life // life is life / for the sake of life / neither for the word / nor for god // [Greek] life is life / for the sake of life / life rests in katharsis / and katharsis stays / the only truth / in the end / in the beginning / with what is explained / in chaos and order / in whole and in part / in words and in deeds
[Transliteration of the Greek part: ho bios estin ho bios / charin tou biou / ho bios menei en katharsi / kai katharsis menei / hê monê alêtheia / en tôi telôi /
ex archês / meta tôin horizomenôn / en chaôi kai nomôi / en holôi kai merôi / en tois logois kai en tois ergois]
[The variance in the phase mantra ("meta tôn horizomenôn" instead of "peri ta horizomena") results from this being an extended quote from the postlude of Broken Down. I don't really know any more why I quoted the phase name differently then, maybe the "meta" (with) was supposed to indicate a stronger connection than "peri" (about/on), and the genitive is able to carry a sense of genitivus absolutus and thus some idea of causality, linking it stronger back to the "archê".]
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