On his way back to Earth, having just walked on the moon, Apollo 14 astronaut Edgar Mitchell experienced a radical transformation in perspective and thus consciousness. As he approached our planet from beyond it’s sphere of influence, “he was filled with an inner conviction as certain as any mathematical equation he’d ever solved. He knew Read More
This morning, through the twilight, the sound of lovemaking enters me through the open window – such an arousing, hauntingly beautiful sound – a sound that could heal the world. Strange though… whenever this ardent song strays on the breeze, it’s only ever that of the woman I hear, never the man lost in his own rapture. Read More
Lithe bodied, we dance tall swaying arcs of verdure leaning into curved mists of space and aeons as heaving earth-body pulsing in tune, exultant sun, sultry moon we sink our roots, feeling deep around you, and swirl with wind, and stars reaching, we rise upon the long song, of creation.
Ekphrasis in response to Rilke’s Turning Point (below) letting all the deep rivers of the world – rush in / cracking open the quartz prism of your being – you surrendered – you no longer had a choice
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou can’st not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never never can’st thou kiss, Though winning near the goal – yet do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Keats – Ode Read More
This evening the burgeoning crescent moon hovers low over the western pacific a veil of ocean mist rising up to kiss beyond the mountains – where I lay in these steaming waters – earthly aromas rose geranium, thyme rustling bamboo leaves quiet cricket’s trill…
(ghazal) I called to my lover pining, under the moon yet alone I remain waiting, under the moon Searching heavens deep, she is sailing mid silent stars, scintillating, the moon Bold round gate, to silver garden framing ferny path to heaven, calling, the moon Sublunary torment – fruit of desiring sweet, gravitas – gratifying, the Read More
Half moon waxing or is she waning did I lose my sight heaving moon half dark half heavy moon light pulling at this floundering soul one long or lonely night and somewhere peers an owl west or east at the speckled sky sitting naked up-on the roof lanky cat and I as from the north Read More
Last DJ foray into the jungle of laughing barefoot dancing fools: hit the play button or[ddownload id=”1996″] Dancejam 8 – 24May2014 by Beatnik9 on Mixcloud
No one can be certain the body is not a plant created by the earth to give a name to its desires – Lucien Becker
“A helping Hand-book for victims of Follies of Youth” A numinous gem found in the library of the Maha Mantra Meditation Hall – a Hare Krishna temple in Penang, Malaysia, where I stayed for a brief spell back in 1990. At that time, this was a marvellous place to meet wild, free spirited travellers looking Read More
by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another’s being mingle– Why not I with thine?
Rabindranath Tagore, timeless poetic meanderings after my own restless heart (forsooth) “Where roads are made I lose my way. In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track. The pathway is hidden by the birds’ wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons. And I ask Read More
As a moon struck writer and mad surfer of consciousness, it surprised me how insightful and self reflective a tool okcupid turns out to be! An intelligent and compelling, new(ish) paradigm of social networking for potential lovers, whether casual shag or serious spouse! We’re all looking for a potential mate at times and I have Read More
[ddownload id=”1766″] or hit play below… Dance jam 7 by Beatnik9 on Mixcloud
– start at 22m15s . . . A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. ~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran Drifting through the formless void, darkness all around. there is a shimmer of sound
which move out over the things of the world. Perhaps I can never achieve the last, but that will be my attempt. I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a Read More
Dulce et decorem est pro patria mori. Oh yeah – that Hallmark holiday where we pay lip service to the duped warriors of the nation sent out as fodder to feed the military industrial complex and protect corporate interests at large (America – global arms dealer #1, America – consumer of oil #1, hmmm) Yet Read More
by Mehdi Akhavan-e Salis (M. Omid) Holding its sky tightly in its arms, the cloud, wrapped in its cold, damp sheepskin. The garden of leaflessness, is alone, day and night, with its pure, forlorn silence. Its instrument the rain, its anthem the wind. Its clothe is the cloak of nakedness.
After a meteorologically and sociologically intense week working at the airport, helping to build out the framework of the city before the event “begins,” the collective switch is thrown that last Sunday of August, and the living beauty emerges, fleshing out the body of Black Rock City like a complex luminescent bloom on some other worldly plane. The Read More
falling away into grace becoming enfolded in darkening wings of winter’s embrace, from the east she calls, i love you
by Yvor Winters I. IN WINTER Myself Pale mornings, and I rise. Still Morning Snow air–my fingers curl. Awakening New snow, O pine of dawn!
My new Naturopathic doctor said “Dude!” as she rolled up her sleeves, “your Testosterone, T3 and Dhea levels are way lo-ow – ya need ta eat more meat boy,” and then she spat a splooge of tobacco juice into a can by her desk with a pth-twang and eyed me all, like, this is America Read More
by Meghan O’Rourke You can only miss someone when they are present to you. The Isle of the Dead is both dark and light. Henry Miller told Anaïs Nin that the only real death is being dead while alive. The absent will only be absent when they are forgotten. Until then, absence is a lie, Read More
contributions to the upcoming Burner Dictionary (see Get Lit(erary) at Burning Man group on FB for more on the “Dizionario Autentica”) reality vortex n. physics. the phenomenon created when the intentional gathering of a critical mass of free spirits causes a gravitational warp in “reality” as defined by those external to the sphere of influence Read More
yes, hand picked from an endless mire of narcoleptic short story podcasts, here’s a handful that stand out in their class. First a literary few for the discerning, then an irreverent bunch for the wicked (and discerning.) Download, or listen in here ya hear? From The London Review of Books. 1) Perform Small Tasks and Removal Read More
[ddownload id=”1765″] or hit play below… Dancejam 6 – slow burn, eclectic – from the sublime to the wicked by Beatnik9 on Mixcloud
I have a clear visual dropping down over Kris silently, head down, fins up, gyrating through the vast body of blue light in a cool calculated descent, until facing the hapless officer upside down and presenting her with the instrument of her elimination, while still below us, the great reef wall reaches off into the Read More
From the Alchemist’s Kitchen To be eaten naked in order to get a tan whilst breakfasting in the hills. This multi-tasking is favourable for making family back in bleakest midwinter England jealous