... If rape or arson, poison, or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
"a mile or more in a foreign clime, to see farther inside of me" - syd barrett
But I sold my freedom
For free room and board,
Like a monkey in a zoo. - Daniel Johnston

Friday, December 22, 2006

the monkey is watching

Morphing Worlds, Changing Winds, Light and Dark alternating for eternity.

Burning suns, drowning moons. Some little creatures fighting for their liberty

Evolved to perfection and attention We Stride with pride through our decadence march

Ignorant are we of the presence of a few observers watch

Way up on the branch of sacred trees, pairs of lone eyes overseeing the living,

The scene thru' the invisible curtain, Thru' it the monkey is watching

Like the vanquished on their knees or like kings on their horses

Devoid, of any hope, all shall end in the same corpses

And as the scenes fold unfold under the blanket of a twilight shining

From behind the curtain the monkey is watching.

-Him. From the 2002-2003 Canon

(photo: from somewhere on the net... (can't recall))

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Death of the pig

Or should i say death of the pig in it ...

Finally and reluctantly, I start my blog....

For what? - to defeat my own self ...

Why? - because that was the only way not to lose ...

Lose what? - everything ... but essentially nothing ... cause thats all tht can be lost ...

To what end? - As if I out of cold calculation ... but in truth ... out of desperation ...