Let us consider things as lent to us, O friends;
only in passing are we here on earth;
tomorrow or the day after,
as Your heart desires, Giver of Life,
we shall go, my friends, to His home.
Jim Morrison's Film "HWY" 3/8
Neotribalism
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
We are god.
It is through the transformation of creation that god becomes man; and it is through the transformation of sacrifice that man "feeds" god just as it is through the transformation of the seasonal changes of the earth that god provides food for man. But it is also through the transformation wrought by the artist that the commonplace materials of life become images expressive of the power of the mysterious force of life. For the peoples of Mesoamerica, as the evidence here adduced so eloquently testifies, as for all the peoples of this earth, it was the artist who was able to render the message of the spirit through his heritage of symbols, images, myth motives, and hero deeds. And so this concluding consideration of transformation brings us full circle to the metaphorical implications of the mask as that which covers the animating spirit of the wearer corresponding in that way to the world of nature which "covers" the animating hidden spiritual world that must come from beyond "meaning" on all levels at once, most important, through the images of the artist, if man is to survive.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
From the Book, Ritual of the child of fire & prayer. By Johnny Bailik
8.14.04
And to you
the one I called to and
Prayed in the haloed night.
How I loved your face my pretty child, my lovely one.
How it saw truth in the night
How I wandered and
wanted to travel
Tell them how you looked into
my eyes. Tell them how you saw
stories of gold & ancient art.
Let them know how much we have
created in worlds of bright, open armed,
yellowed sun, Screaming! Immaculate
gestures. fight and live. Live pure.
Pure truth.
I think you understand. Ace of spades in
my hand.
Thank you.
Thank you, O Lord.
For we are nothing
without divine love, to show us
eternal knowledge and sound wisdom in the street.
And thank you to you my great-greeted angel…
And to you
the one I called to and
Prayed in the haloed night.
How I loved your face my pretty child, my lovely one.
How it saw truth in the night
How I wandered and
wanted to travel
Tell them how you looked into
my eyes. Tell them how you saw
stories of gold & ancient art.
Let them know how much we have
created in worlds of bright, open armed,
yellowed sun, Screaming! Immaculate
gestures. fight and live. Live pure.
Pure truth.
I think you understand. Ace of spades in
my hand.
Thank you.
Thank you, O Lord.
For we are nothing
without divine love, to show us
eternal knowledge and sound wisdom in the street.
And thank you to you my great-greeted angel…
-Ritual of the child of fire & prayer – by Johnny Bailik
5.08.04
I am god in Golden horizon
Hear me Now
I will not go and I will not.
I have come!
I know how you feel when you have money
And when you have love. No desires are
Hidden from me. Let me give hot flowers
& cool silk, pleasant glances. It is time
to play with the ancient crowd. Please
listen to the child of fire & prayer.
I am god in Golden horizon
Hear me Now
I will not go and I will not.
I have come!
I know how you feel when you have money
And when you have love. No desires are
Hidden from me. Let me give hot flowers
& cool silk, pleasant glances. It is time
to play with the ancient crowd. Please
listen to the child of fire & prayer.
Ezra Pound
AN IMMORALITY
by: Ezra Pound (1885-1972)
ING we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
by: Ezra Pound (1885-1972)
ING we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
Albert Camus
I desire a thing that, had I not been at all,
Becoming aware of it, I would awake.
Albert Camus
Becoming aware of it, I would awake.
Albert Camus
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