the city is burning.

forgive my ignorance, but why is it called the world series? i mean, did they play against the "world" or did they just play against other american baseball teams? that's right...we speak for the world. you gotta love that type of american gangsterism....how sad that the citizens of this city will come out in droves in the chilled air to root for the home team, but the crowd is sparse at a rally in city hall for equal and affordable housing to low income residents in the city.

go team. i fear we are way more primitive than we should be at this point in our existence, but maybe we are all that we were meant to be.

p.s.
while i'm on this psuedo-political tirade... i don't really believe in voting. i dont often tell people that because i don't wish to have to defend myself, though i will if i must. it's like blasphemy in this day and age, politics is its own religion. i support the symbolism, i suppose, but the actual, practical impact upon which candidate is chosen is minimal to non-existant, (just look at the past few elections). i'm going to go vote because i support the fact that people are organizing, having dialogues about issues we've avoided for centuries, this is bringing the country together, while somehow, tearing it apart. it's some sort of simultaneous ugly and beautiful humming. honestly, to me, in all of my apathy, it doesnt matter who becomes president, it's all a grand puppet show anyway.

AstroMythoLosophy

The Visual Expression of My Philosophies


Part 2: A Peek into the Inner-verse





Telephone/Starmap/inner-verse/Universe/Multi-verse/Alien Technology type of thing. Artwork by Larry

a larger moon

Art is beginning to bore me, in all known forms and genres, I feel like all that has been done, has been done before, and is being done again, and is stuck in the same rut , the same shapes and colors, the same paradigm that has plagued the human mind since the dawn of time. I wonder when I will see music that I can smell or hear a painting that I can eat? When will the wheel be reinvented? Not that I possess the ability to do it, and I usually dont like to complain of things that I am not actively working to change, but. Something's gotta give. How long is humanity going to be humanity at this level, in this state? I need a revolutionary evolution of the humanoid psyche, something we can feel. Or perhaps I ask for far too much of this place, perhaps it was built and structured for a very specific purpose and to ask more of it is to destroy what it is. But if creativty and its progeny is a reflection of the power of the mind, if the imagination with its infinite potential is any indication...surely we can do better, cant we? Can we? I dont think we've seen even a third of that infinity well of potential. We accept our own limitations and live our existences trapped inside of them.

There are paved paradigms of doctrine laid out in the world that speak to the denial of pleasure and feeling to the human - these doctrines and dogmas posit that temptations of the flesh are dangerous and are to be avoided, as is human emotion and experience. From the most so-called liberal, progressive, new-age of dogmas to the most stringent, hardcore classic, traditional of 'em. They all speak to a denial of...something, a denial of pleasure, a denial of emotion and feeling, a denial of experience. And I do not understand why I am meant to deny myself something that I possess, or possess the ability to bring into being. For what reason does my body have sensation, does my "mind," (whatever the thing may be), possess intellect? Why does my body have stimuli if I am meant to deny the magical sensation? For what reasons am I able to recognize and distiniguish these things, why does there exist a consciousness, an awareness, a feedback loop if I were not meant to have it?
Or perhaps I am just trying to find an excuse for being the worst sort of hedonist, the one who has very little regard for those things that are deemed by the rest of the world to be moral, righteous, upstanding and other such boring words that have very little meaning to me. I trade you this box for a prism. I love to feel, to an excess, I love to play with emotion and feeling and to push buttons and experience the range and test the boundaries of what the human body and mind and soul can experience in this extremely limited realm called Earth and 3-dimensional living, and even beyond when I have the opportunity to in dreams and other forms, I revel in the thrill of exocitism and newness and change and dimentia of being out of this dimension, the smoke in my lungs. It is difficult to deal with at times, not following the grain, not adhering to what has been laid out in front of me, simutaneously trying to fit my behavior and thoughts and feelings and "morals" into this mold that has been pre-set for me in order to be a part of this common reality, its a contradictory life i lead. I guess I just wonder why I am forced to choose between my self, the concept of self and existence and the rest of the world, the common reality vs. the self-defining one. I want them to co-exist, and of course, they do, on some very un-profound level, but I want more, NEED more.

#7 - haikus or senryus (or something like it)

hot summer day -
beeswax dripped
from her loc'd tips




the wind shifts steadily
in the breeze
a page flips




Deadly silence from within
The door creaks open...
"Surprise!"




Brilliant flash in the sky
I closed my eyes
We take the picture over




The soldiers have dispersed
Bodies strewn about
Kitty saunters out of the boy's room



Snowy evening -
bare-legged in fox furs
she shivers on the corner

#5 - Tankas

“and then?”
you asked me
pressing the steel lovingly
along the crook
where wrist meets arm

I wonder why
people believe
that separation
is between
wake & dream


like a slug
I have crawled by
finding myself stuck to
the ground wherever I
may lie

The moon’s fight against
gravity, color it gray.
The sun crashing into
Saturn tomorrow, color that
orangish-pink.

(a collaborative effort- colorful parts are words of Fujio Takibana, white parts are my words)