be free

every friday night starts the saga of the Camps.
who is where and how big can we make them.
along the beach the fires glow
but in the city it is the sounds you know.
i miss the beats, been so long since i danced.
and i am in sequestered with a cold.
and will try once again to draw blood from a rock.
or is it water.
any reaction some sense of reciprocity.
it has been six months
but know really i should just walk away.
cuz it will be the day i die or hell freezes over, or pigs fly, before a certain someone GETS what i'm trying to say.
but it doesn't matter
anyway
because certain sets are so noble
and unfeeling
and logical
and will never know
that what is right in front of them
may up and leave
if the truth is not spoken
say it
soon
sooner rather than later
it may be gone
fini
the end
what is the use of holding back
or waiting
when tomorrow is not promised
all we have is today

do you get what i'm talking about here man?

fire the firmament

And at this hour. I know the answer. The answer as it is shown to me. Further from my pen. Further from my hand. Than the clouds at somerset. These days the halo hangs low. Drooping somewhere between twilight and inertia. On a day when the details don't matter and all existential trivalties are far removed from any reality that may visit me. These days torment. These days sullen. These days beautiful. No dauphin in sight. A deserted jet stream. Haunted reverie. My cat jaded and tearing at her whiskers. Oh child. Oh harmony. Vibrato and harmonics. A child's wavering timber - the dulcets. Walk away. Wake a minute. Roll and carry a rondelay. Months upon months upon days laid down in education. Each song, every lesson, moments, snapshots, memories. Too much significance for one with such great reverance. Turn away. Insignificant. Unnoticed. Turn away. Shelter. A permanence.

i know which way the wind blows

I am part of the sun
as my eye is part of me.
That I am part of the earth
my feet know perfectly,
and my blood is part of the sea.
There is nothing of me that is alone and absolute,
except my mind,
and we shall find that the mind has no existence
by itself, it is only
the glitter of the sun
on the surface of the waters.

D.H. Lawrence

a still and quiet conscience

a still and quiet conscience
Originally uploaded by roujo.

needing more quiet. more stillness. more okayness with the quietness and stillness. getting there.

La Bayadere

La Bayadere
Originally uploaded by parmat.

Genie

is the usual English translation of the Arabic term jinni, but it is not an Anglicized form of the Arabic word, as is commonly thought. The English word comes from French génie, which meant a spirit of any kind, which in turn came from Latin genius, which meant a sort of tutelary or guardian spirit thought to be assigned to each person at birth (see genius). But this has nothing to do with the jinn of Islam, as this might suggest. The Latin word predates the Arabic word jinni, and the two terms have not been shown to be related. The first recorded use of the word in English was in 1655 as geny, with the Latin meaning. The French translators of the Arabian Nights later used the word génie as a translation of jinni because it was similar to the Arabic word both in sound and in meaning; this meaning was also picked up in English and has since become dominant.

Amongst archeologists dealing with ancient Middle Eastern cultures, any mythological spirit lesser than a god is often referred to as a "genie", especially when describing stone reliefs or other forms of art. This practice draws on the original meaning of the term genie for simply a spirit of any sort.

jinni

In Arabic mythology, any of the supernatural spirits less powerful than angels or devils. Evil spirits of air or fire, they could take animal or human form and could dwell in inanimate objects or under the earth. They had the bodily needs of human beings and could be killed but were otherwise free of physical restraints. Jinn delighted in punishing humans for any harm done to them, but people who knew the proper magical procedure could exploit them to their own advantage. The jinn were popular subjects for folklore, notably in the tale of Aladdin in The Thousand and One Nights.
For more information on jinni, visit Britannica.com.


gen·ius (jēn'yəs) pronunciation
n., pl. -ius·es.

1.
1. Extraordinary intellectual and creative power.
2. A person of extraordinary intellect and talent: “One is not born a genius, one becomes a genius” (Simone de Beauvoir).
3. A person who has an exceptionally high intelligence quotient, typically above 140.
2.
1. A strong natural talent, aptitude, or inclination: has a genius for choosing the right words.
2. One who has such a talent or inclination: a genius at diplomacy.
3. The prevailing spirit or distinctive character, as of a place, a person, or an era: the genius of Elizabethan England.
4. pl. ge·ni·i (jē'nē-ī'). Roman Mythology. A tutelary deity or guardian spirit of a person or place.
5. A person who has great influence over another.
6. A jinni in Muslim mythology.

[Middle English, guardian spirit, from Latin.]

Genius - Mythology
In Roman mythology, every man had a genius and every woman a juno (Juno was also the name for the queen of the gods).
This aureus of Hadrian shows the Genius of the circus.
This aureus of Hadrian shows the Genius of the circus.

Originally, the genius/juno were ancestors who guarded over their descendants. Over time, they turned into personal guardian spirits, granting intellect and prowess. Sacrifices were made to one's genius/juno on one's birthday.

The juno was worshipped under many titles:

* Iugalis - protected marriage
* Matronalis - protected married women
* Pronuba - protected the bride
* Virginalis - protected virginity

In addition to each genius/juno of individuals, regions, families, households and cities had a genius. The genius of the Roman race was a winged, naked youth. The genii dedicated to places were usually depicted as snakes.

Catherine Runs

run away. when it all comes back down to. attention. need. care. done. need care need. oh how much space and time and air. not enough air. not enough. enough! too much worry. too much resistance. too much me. too much. save.

Crying is okay here.

Crying is okay here.
Originally uploaded by xctmx.

devil's workday - modest mouse

and now its another genius, another collector of pens
and seemingly random and inconsequential thoughts
pooled together and established
not to be confused with
Assimilated or
Verisimilitude

Hot water gets HOTTER
by the second
Cold coffee fuels that which cannot be mentioned

INEFFABLE

unintentional manipulations

The name of the Game:
Who is in YOUR head

Are you welcome or do you Trespass

[Printed Job 666 today]
oh by the way
what are the odds

or mail inadvertently going to MCC, addressed to 666 3rd Street, San Rafael
and the week before she had a meeting at
666 3rd Ave, NYC
oh how precise the post office isn't
coincidence

stay in. keep your hats on. all pieces and body parts inside the vehicle at all times. Hello cat. Hello whiskers. Find yourself some mental health. Don't forget to write. Don't forget to write. Look when no one is looking. My brain in a bottle. Blue clouds - whats the matter. Every which way. Which way is hear. Near. Nearly Here. All of it means all of u. Jogging. Along. Can you hear my song. Devilish deceptors. I forgot my projector. His reality a manifestation of the collective conscience/consciousness. Okay kids. what does that tell us. What are we thinking. And why. Reason. Treason. Manifest your reasons. Love you. Love me. Love what you like. The rest of it. What cycle. Where's the battle. Why the struggle.

ICARUS
ASCENDING

and as for that...palinode...

i sense further treachery or shenanigans...the word of the day on my google homepage for WEEKS has been "palinode".

A palinode or palinody is an ode in which the writer retracts a view or sentiment expressed in an earlier poem. The first recorded use of a palinode is in a poem by Stesichorus in the 7th century BC. Here he retracts his earlier statement that the Trojan War was all the fault of Helen.

The word comes from the Greek παλιν ("palin", meaning 'again') and ωδη ("song"); the Latin equivalent "recantation" is an exact calque ("re-" meaning 'again' and "cant-" meaning 'sing').

It can also be a recantation of a defamatory statement in Scots Law.

However, today, when I clicked on "palinode" it led me to a merriam-webster word of the day. Okay kids. WTF. I hope you freaking COMPUTER SCIENCE nerds are getting a good chuckle at your brilliance. For your benefit and amusement I will continue along as if I have not CAUGHT ON.

The Word of the Day for February 06, 2007 is:

metadata • \met-uh-DAY-tuh\ • noun

: data that provides information about other data

Example Sentence:

The word processing program also tracks and saves metadata such as the author of the document and how many copies have been printed.

Did you know?

It's easy to find data on the source of "metadata": the word was formed by combining "data" with "meta-," which means "transcending" and is often used to describe a new but related discipline designed to deal critically with the original one. "Meta-" was first used in that way in "metaphysics" and has been extended to a number of other disciplines, giving us such words as "metapsychology" and "metamathematics." "Metadata" takes the "transcending" aspect a step further, applying it to the concept of pure information instead of a discipline. "Metadata" is a fairly new word (it first appeared in print in 1983), whereas "data" can be traced back to the middle of the 17th century.

i summon you

not that it matters...but sometimes i get a sense...now maybe it's paranoia...maybe i'm psychic...maybe my brain is in a vat somewhere...maybe i'm a stepford wife...maybe the mind control is run by aliens from the future...maybe i've seen too many moveis or not enough...maybe oh maybe oh maybe...not that it matters...and its just a coincidence that i see visions in what i hear when my ipod is on "random all"...which mirrors my frame of mind...or i'm just picking up on randomness and putting my own reason to it...or there are angels responsible...or maybe its just me...

outside
redemption song
one more robot/sympathy 3000-21
better version of me
parachutes
history
moisture
strangers
all we have is now
mellon collie and the infinite sadness
and
i summon you

by
Spoon

lyrics:
Remember the weight of the world
It’s a sound that we used to buy
On cassette and 45
And now this little girl
She says will we make it at all
800 miles is a drive

Yeah you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye
And all that you can
All that you can give is a cold goodbye
The law enforcement’s impressed you’ve survived to this age
Strapped-up soldiers
They’ll lock you in a cage without a goodbye
For a nickel bribe
But aww no where are you tonight
And how’d we get here
It’s too late to break it off
I need a release
The signal’s a cough
But that don’t get me off
I summon you to appear my love
Got the weight of the world
I summon you here my love

Remember the weight of the world
It’s a sound that we used to buy
And all that you can
All that you can give is a cold goodbye
The law enforcement’s impressed you’ve survived to this age
Strapped-up soldiers
They’ll lock you in a cage without a goodbye
For a nickel bribe
But aww no where are you tonight
And how’d we get here
It’s too late to break it off
I need a release
The signal’s a cough
But that don’t get me off
I summon you to appear my love
Got the weight of the world
I summon you here my love
The signal’s a cough but that don’t get me off
I summon you here my love

big kitty - awestruck

Mmmm Lickin the chops
Originally uploaded by tammyjq41.

Recognition

recognition.
like lightening strikes
minding my business
-do unto others-
doing and done
wrap up in a head dress
keep it safe till it is
Sound
today is promised
tomorrow belongs to me.

giving up the ghosts
tomorrow belongs to me
walking the nervous paths
of recoiling passions
every moment a miracle.
a testament to my strength
keep calm while
seeing
ALL.

. c h o o s e _ l i f e

. c h o o s e _ l i f e
Originally uploaded by frozenquack.

madness

madness, insanity, barely a drop. these days. so much. so little. the time. keeps moving. keep moving. oh the details and the derelicts. the madness. insanity. i can feel the gray clouded city in my veins. in my blood. thump thump. no use getting in a funk just because the truth is mud. information taken and assessed. what will one do with all this useless knowledge. free will and time ceasing. take a breath. a deep one. oh the madness. some days better than others. the film of reality glazes me over. glazes me over.

just a few more days until he who grounds me is here. and we will laugh. and cry. and i will not die this week. the world will not end before i see him again.

Courage

Find stregth in yourself little one.

Stonehenge's Twin

Stonehendge
Originally uploaded by mr.internationale.

Timber Shrine reveals Stonehenge Secret

The scientists have also established that a circle of concentric holes, once thought to have been the foundation of a covered structure, was actually a timber circle designed as counterpart to Stonehenge. From it, a ceremonial avenue leads to the River Avon, very similar to another at Stonehenge.

At Stonehenge, the circle and walls line up with sunrise at the midsummer solstice and sunset at the midwinter solstice, while at Durrington Wells they frame the midwinter solstice sunrise and the midsummer solstice sunset. “There is a single pattern of movement,” Dr Thomas said. “One is permanent, one is transient; one is stone, one is wood.”

The twin avenues connecting each monument to the river suggest that each was used by worshippers moving from one site to the other. The Durrington Walls timber circle’s foundation holes are filled with what appear to be offerings of food and pottery, further suggesting that the circle was always designed to decay.

awaken!

awaken!
Originally uploaded by stoneth.

awaken!

(homeless man, sf, 2/1/07)

he's down a path that ends abruptly. i hear him first. exaltation or fear. it's unclear. but there's a rhythm to it.

it's a court and a spotlight if i approach. he's spread on the concrete. sounding wild. looking forward but not seeing.

i pass.

but i think better. or worse. and return unsure.

it's narrow and direct as i take the course. i'm watched and then stopped.

he yells at how i come. and raises two fingers. peace. i raise my own and say "i do"

and i ask if i can take his picture.

but then i'm ignored as i join some audience. and he starts a long strange scat punctuated by abrupt clicks and long pauses. there are no words.

and then he stops and says "yes you can take my picture; do you have a release?"

i tell him i don't. at which he raises his two fingers again and says "we can use this." i do the same.

and now he begins to sing. of the northern and southern hemispheres and of men.

he says he is the original human and he has a sacred duty. he says his name is "SALBA". he says it roundly and repeats it. he says that he lives on planet earth and was born in san francisco.

and then he yells about me for some time over his right shoulder. and then returns to me.

he says he was in his third trimester in his mother's womb when the U.S. bombed nagasaki. just as he was becoming human. and that he passed them on his landing. he's caught by something overwhelming as he says this. like he's yelling in silence. like the whole of him is clenched in a fist. like he's washed in a great sadness.

he asks me if i'm awake in my dreams. i tell him that i am sometimes.

"and what do you do?"

but i am unsure. he presses.

i tell him i try to act; try to control; that i try to consciously interact with people; but that it's hard; so mostly i just observe.

he asks if i ever touch them.

and i say that i guess so.

he tells me that next time i should touch those i meet in my dreams and say to them "awake! awaken!"

he says his thing is structures; not people. he touches structures and says to them as i'm to say.

then he says "do that for me"

i tell him i will.

we strike fists and he smiles for a quiet moment. but as i leave there's wildness and noise.

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Uploaded by stoneth on 2 Feb '07, 12.06am PST.

Order of Constantine

The Angelici were an ancient order of knighthood for priests and laymen, founded in 1191 by Byzantine Emperor Isaac Angelus.

They were divided into three classes, but were all under the direction of one Grand Master. The first were called Torquati, from a collar which they wore, and were fifty in number. The second were called the Knights of Justice, and were ecclesiastics. The third were called Knights Servitors.

Justiniani will have this order to have been instituted in the year 313, by Constantine, and supposes the occasion thereof to have been the appearance of an angel to that emperor, with the sign of a cross and the words, "In hoc signo vinces" ("In this sign you shall conquer"). However, that there was such a thing as a ny military order in those days is merely a fable.

The Angelici were also called the Order of Constantine, the Golden Knights, and Saint George.

Gaius Flavius Valerius Aurelius Constantinus^[1] (27 February 272–22 May 337), commonly known as Constantine I, Constantine the Great, or (among Eastern Christians of Byzantine tradition)^[2] Saint Constantine, was a Roman Emperor, proclaimed Augustus by his troops on July 25, 306 and who ruled an ever-growing portion of the Roman Empire until his death.

Constantine is best remembered in modern times for the Edict of Milan in 313, which bestowed imperial favor on Christianity in the Empire, for the first time. He was not, however, the first to legalize the practice of Christianity in the Empire. Galerius was the first emperor to issue an edict of toleration for all religious creeds including Christianity in April of 311.^[3]

In 324 Constantine announced his decision to transform Byzantium into Nova Roma and in 330 he officially proclaimed the city (thereby known as Constantinople, i.e. The City of Constantine) as the new capital of the Roman Empire.

Constantine is also remembered for the Council of Nicaea in 325; these actions are considered major factors in the spreading of the Christian religion. His reputation as the "first Christian Emperor" has been promulgated by historians from Lactantius and Eusebius of Caesarea to the present day, although there has been debate over the veracity of his faith. This debate stems from his continued support for pagan deities and the fact that he was baptized very close to his death.^[4]

Thao - what a freck(le)

Thao
Originally uploaded by grinnner.

nope, this is not my eye, but someone else i came across...but darn is that ever like looking in the mirror.