Saturday, January 13, 2018
Terumasa Hino , This Planet Is Ours
contradiction:
no. we are not the rulers and owners...
maybe we can be better carers
dissonances-no
so you can watch me writing poetry, analyze, talk on sex and philosophy, on Zén, religion, sociology, psychology, medicine- there is no incoherence to be seen for me and in me.
i rebel against each opinion, i don't keep any.
all deconstruction helps only one way:
to see there is no freedom but the one we take for us and the one inside.
the only acceptable religion is kindness.
the only sin is to act against better knowledge harming me or others.
my deepest and purest and unchanging certainty is that matter and spirit
are one and the same in essence, flesh and blood and soul in continuous permutation,
the spirit one part of this universe or another or mány and all is not nothing nor a desert nor meaningless nor meaningful but woven into each other and inseparable, alive and dying and one going into the other-
i do believe in holiness, in the interdependence of all beings on earth and in the connectedness
with our past and present actions,
and i do state for me that you and me are all related even if i shouldn't like you at all
and that my actions now can change our past, not only mine.
so, even though i can see some of my thoughts as parallel realities and me as different persons,
i am still just me and exist as well as not in relation to you and to myself and again not at all and this all in different ways weighed with the interpretation of the observer who is never independent.
clear?
i rebel against each opinion, i don't keep any.
all deconstruction helps only one way:
to see there is no freedom but the one we take for us and the one inside.
the only acceptable religion is kindness.
the only sin is to act against better knowledge harming me or others.
my deepest and purest and unchanging certainty is that matter and spirit
are one and the same in essence, flesh and blood and soul in continuous permutation,
the spirit one part of this universe or another or mány and all is not nothing nor a desert nor meaningless nor meaningful but woven into each other and inseparable, alive and dying and one going into the other-
i do believe in holiness, in the interdependence of all beings on earth and in the connectedness
with our past and present actions,
and i do state for me that you and me are all related even if i shouldn't like you at all
and that my actions now can change our past, not only mine.
so, even though i can see some of my thoughts as parallel realities and me as different persons,
i am still just me and exist as well as not in relation to you and to myself and again not at all and this all in different ways weighed with the interpretation of the observer who is never independent.
clear?
Nouvelle Vague , Too Drunk To Fuck (Full Track)
hum. approximately funny.
just as approximately as my today's story, comes to mind
as in this text the man shoots car tires for the fun of it.
stopped at a motorway filling station,
went to the WC. from the cabin next to
me several dull thudding sounds, shit dropping down,
for a good guess,
sounded like shots with a silencer.
i laughed , hope my neighbour didn't mind.
Technique doesn't exist , Maria Joao Pires- not only for the piano
when i write or read to people i do not use ' technique'.
when i make love i use no technique.
dou you? poor..if.
though when i write or read i feel that i wish my voice to reach and rise like smoke into the sky,
be a nightingale in old trees, be the deep vibration of wind in the valley,
be the whisper in forests, gurgle softly as a small stream
and move in you like rings in the water.
once in a conversation with a woman i heard anal intercourse is just for making noise such as ' ooo ooo ooo' and it is just to please a man. of course this can only be a merely very personal comment, not a general truth. i know different because persons are different. excuse this as a starter.
how can it please a man when it is no pleasure for the woman?
i for me am very receptive to scent and taste , so i like to approach
your armpit and your lap , all your intimate places,
when i can love you i want to love all who you are to me,
explore you like i'd walk along a shore touching and smelling seaweed, shells, small stones,
washed out pieces of wood and different kinds of sand,
licking the water off my hand.
it is all one kind of music to me arising before bed and going on after.
giving you pleasure kissing you everywhere increases my pleasure a
hundred times.
this is neither technique nor pornography, it is what happens
in giving and receiving, in calling and answering.
just now i found again a book on the development of the embryo to a newborn (Karl König).
isn't it phantastic to see how the anatomical structures of uterus, ovaries and ovarian tubes
are so deeply similar to the structures of throat, ears, eustachian tubes?
isn't listening receiving?
and what i ask is ugly in this universe?
this what we make so. creating ugliness in separating us and others from the flow of life and death.
this is all.
all and all depends on synchronization of harmonies integrating dis-harmonic chords
and stretching out soul and arms in the pauses, gaps giving rhythm and space and
the deepest possible experience of who we are and can be.
so let us keep pauses and gaps for us and for each other,
let us come back to 'not knowing'....
nothings is holy and all is.
sela.
ps: see also comment by 'oldschoolartist' on youtube, quite appreciated this one
when i make love i use no technique.
dou you? poor..if.
though when i write or read i feel that i wish my voice to reach and rise like smoke into the sky,
be a nightingale in old trees, be the deep vibration of wind in the valley,
be the whisper in forests, gurgle softly as a small stream
and move in you like rings in the water.
once in a conversation with a woman i heard anal intercourse is just for making noise such as ' ooo ooo ooo' and it is just to please a man. of course this can only be a merely very personal comment, not a general truth. i know different because persons are different. excuse this as a starter.
how can it please a man when it is no pleasure for the woman?
i for me am very receptive to scent and taste , so i like to approach
your armpit and your lap , all your intimate places,
when i can love you i want to love all who you are to me,
explore you like i'd walk along a shore touching and smelling seaweed, shells, small stones,
washed out pieces of wood and different kinds of sand,
licking the water off my hand.
it is all one kind of music to me arising before bed and going on after.
giving you pleasure kissing you everywhere increases my pleasure a
hundred times.
this is neither technique nor pornography, it is what happens
in giving and receiving, in calling and answering.
just now i found again a book on the development of the embryo to a newborn (Karl König).
isn't it phantastic to see how the anatomical structures of uterus, ovaries and ovarian tubes
are so deeply similar to the structures of throat, ears, eustachian tubes?
isn't listening receiving?
and what i ask is ugly in this universe?
this what we make so. creating ugliness in separating us and others from the flow of life and death.
this is all.
all and all depends on synchronization of harmonies integrating dis-harmonic chords
and stretching out soul and arms in the pauses, gaps giving rhythm and space and
the deepest possible experience of who we are and can be.
so let us keep pauses and gaps for us and for each other,
let us come back to 'not knowing'....
nothings is holy and all is.
sela.
ps: see also comment by 'oldschoolartist' on youtube, quite appreciated this one
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