this is the anthem

this is the anthem

this is the anthem

can you

handle

it

every orifice

is

a

lord

eating chips all day. training this cat that stinks horribly. not into this cat thing. really glad to be home.

take all necessary steps

because if your heart skips a beat

ive been covering it with black paper. then i look at the covering

it is thrilling to shift the fundament. to honor. usually its one or the other, not the two together .and it can never happen willingly.

thats like making a drawing. i can never will a drawing. ever.

also with foresnice science, you see the outermost surface, and from there, you have to get to the cause. its the one sitaution where the two are spoken of together, from the get-go.

give me money to make a better weapon, and ill make a good one. but, at the end of the day, who are you going to kill with it? there is no advanced person, to kill with an advanced weapon. the fact is, the military uses killing to advance knowledge. whether or not they kill anybody, if they are lucky - they advance technology. killing is as barbaric as it ever was. technology itself, can advance, while killing does not change.

if you want to make a better weapon, you have to simply get in touch with your sadism. that's it. that's the only thing that really positions "a more effective weapon".

enemies:

small mindedness

medocrity

fear

the opera

friends:

satie

vermeer

the cocteau twins

miyazake

ignorance is fine, if you are brave you can get over it.

to soften the heart - not if its made of stone. i think about those starving mystic nun people, who were ripe for lascivicious possession

i must be one of them. in machine mode, fully. so wierd how that happens.

i think of boxers who dont have sex before they fight. i think of improvement - vs/ adjustment.

i think of mailer - prolific begettor of kine - vs./ jd salinger. head to head, in the ring. one a recluse, the other a rabbit.

sleeping in my clothes. i lie down like the guy from caligari, and wake up just as i was before. as if no sleep occured! in my mind i skip sleep, to get to the next day where i have to get more done. you could say thats not healthy, but it also has something to do with not being home. without an anchor there are only tasks. but sometimes there are only tasks until you find your anchor again. its not such a bad thing to go through hell it just happens anyways. i credit catholicism for putting out an image of hell whereas keeping up appearances often tries to eliminate it.

it would be good to do a show which is totally immaterial. like that tombstone in vermont that said: THE OLD NUISANCE

i think about 80's rockbands that keep on rocking at state fairs. i think about expansion, and adjustment, and how terrible it can seem, that i don't, or can't, own a giant yacht.

you could say - you are the yacht. but its not the same for people with a materialistic bent who like external validation, and ridiculous displays of power.

at the same time, so much respect, for jd. its a total fight between the two; the battle for fertility.

dreamt last night i had to say a prayer in hebrew, for that i needed to catch part of a cloud in my hand -

i was standing on a platform and saw all these incredible storm clouds rolling towards me, i reached my hand up and caught a portion as they passed. it was like they were living creatures, working with me, there was some kind of happiness, in they obliging my need

Chthonic ( /?kθ?n?k/, from Greek χθ?νιος – chthonios, "in, under, or beneath the earth", from χθ?ν – chth?n "earth";[1] pertaining to the Earth; earthy; subterranean) designates, or pertains to, deities or spirits of the underworld, especially in relation to Greek religion. The Greek word khthon is one of several for "earth"; it typically refers to the interior of the soil, rather than the living surface of the land (as Gaia or Ge does) or the land as territory (as khora (χ?ρα) does). It evokes at once abundance and the grave.

Though Demeter is often described simply as the goddess of the harvest, she presided also over the sanctity of marriage, the sacred law, and the cycle of life and death.

She and her daughter Persephone were the central figures of the Eleusinian Mysteries that predated the Olympian pantheon. In the Linear B Mycenean Greek tablets of circa 1400-1200 BC found at Pylos, the "two mistresses and the king" are identified with Demeter, Persephone and Poseidon.[3]

mastery

the seed

of

victory

the seed

of

mastery

the copper homunculus, the man of silver, the man of gold

"locked gold", concelaed and hidden from all, and there it is called solid, it is kept from the eye so that the eye has no power over it

"One ascends to one side, one descends to the other, one enters between the two. Two crown themselves in three, three enter into one"

the scoria and scum of all metals