Friday, December 23, 2005

Shit!

Shit is a vernacular word in Modern English denoting the feces,
the solid by-product of digestion. It is an old and native English word,
but following the Norman Conquest, Norman, Anglo-Norman, French,
and Latin terms for many common objects and bodily functions
began to be seen as more distinguished than native words.
And thereafter 'feces' became the accepted English noun,
'to defecate' became the accepted English verb,
and Shit was no longer used in polite company.

Bullshit, also bullcrap, bullplop, or horseshit,
is a common English expletive. It can also be shortened to just "Bull",
and in polite use, it is referred to by the euphemism BS.
Most commonly, it describes tautological, incorrect, misleading,
or false language and statements. Literally, it describes the feces of a bull.
As it contains the word "Shit" the term is usually considered foul language.
In British English, Bollocks is a comparable expletive.
The earliest attestation mentioned by the Concise Oxford Dictionary
is in fact T. S. Eliot, who between 1910 and 1916 wrote a poem
to which he gave the title The Triumph of Bullshit.
Written in the form of a ballade, the first stanza goes:

Ladies, on whom my attentions have waited
If you consider my merits are small
Etiolated, alembicated,
Orotund, tasteless, fantastical,
Monotonous, crotchety, constipated,
Impotent galamatias
Affected, possibly imitated,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

The word Bullshit does not appear in the text of the poem.

"Shit happens" is a common slang phrase, used as
a simple existential observation that life is full of imperfections,
or "C'est la vie". It is an acknowledgment that bad things
can happen to people for no particular reason.
Shit!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Ask Any One

i dont know what to ask for anymore. how can i.
can i ask for your love. because. i love you.
it would make me happy. because. it is good to love.
good for you. good for me. but why me.

can you. because. i have given so much to you.
and in time am willing to give my life.
love me. because. we have been together for so long.
in time. so much of me has started to become so much of you.

can i ask. because we can be together. for your love.
when there is nothing that means something anymore.
when the sun is about to set forever. it wont set. for our love.

i ask for you. because. there is nothing else that i can care for.
for. its the spirit that animates this body of mine. in suspension.

i ask you for your love. can i. because you are the only one who can.
make a prince out of this frog. can you.

can i ask you for your love. because i cant ask me.
or someone else. because i cant ask you.

can i ask me. for your love. because.
it is me that is to be loved.

i dont know what to ask for anymore.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The Point

You may ask
What is the Point

Well, the Point is
A location in space-time
that has no physical dimensions
of Length, Width or Height

It exists only
in relation to other Points
in space-time

That, is precisely,
what the Point is

Monday, December 19, 2005

Ceased to Be

It seems that
my only mistake was
that at some point in time
i could not justify what i was doing

I stopped, and wondered
what i was doing it for
and i tried to find
an honest answer

And for better or worse
the person who asked the question
ceased to be
the person who answered it

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

BubbleWorld

bubble balls
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Sunday, November 27, 2005

Let Me Know

And so it is, that i have been holding this earthen pot in my hands,
since as long as i can remember.

Knowing ever since that it is unbreakable.
God said so, and so it must be.

The seeds of doubt creep in one day though,
in spite of my resistance, in spite of eyes kept widely shut.

And then i crave to know, is it really so?
Is it really unbreakable? God help my disbelief.

There seems to be only one way to know, for sure.
To let it fall, to the test of time, surrender to the laws of gravity.

But i resist. Not knowing if it will break. Not knowing if it will remain.
Cursing this seed of doubt, that came from nowhere,
and cursing my need to know.

I pray. God, can i hold on to the pot and yet know the truth?
Is there another way? Can there be a divine revelation,
without my intervention?

No, says the Lord. For it is through choice, and your choice alone,
that you shall come to know, what it is and what it shall be.

There is only one way to know, to let it fall, to let it go,
to let me know.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Avalon Landing

phoenix
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Original Photograph by Jeff Rich. jeffrichphoto.com

Sunday, November 06, 2005

They Came

sunrise
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Monday, October 31, 2005

The Principle of Love

do what you
say what you
think what you
are

Monday, October 17, 2005

Drinking Sunlight

sunny cloudy day

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Fight You

You can not fight It - It is You
If you try to fight It - It is not You
If you do not fight It - It will find You

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Sunday Driving

a car makes a sound
familiar
i rush to confirm
its not the car
i have been waiting for
and it is not sunday

the telephone rings
i rush out
out of breath
to reaffirm
there can't be anyone
missing me

then there is mail
a hundred logins everyday
to receive messages
from automated robots
maybe they understand
i need vitamins

i am trying so hard
to forget all these signs
and all those sounds
i squeeze out toothpaste
and forget what its for
where are my teeth

every other object
designed to bond emotionally
has served their purpose well
healing wounds
wounded again to reveal
how fine i could be without them

everywhere i go is
taking me further
less human more alien
everytime i go nowhere
i am in a hurry to believe
its not me driving

as the Beatles sing
in their insect voice
you and me sunday driving
not arriving
on our way back home
we're on our way home

we're going home

Friday, August 26, 2005

Orion Rising

Its that time of the year now, when early in the morning,
just a little South of East, the Orion becomes visible.

I look at it, and understand, that it need not have been this way.
But there it is. An eternal hunter clothed in stars.

And in some rare moments when all the motions cease,
i forget for a while, my need to understand.

A thousand years ago, someone looked at it, and asked,
will you still be there, when all my journeys have come to naught?

I was born to this day, to be a witness to that unchanging answer.

A thousand years from now, i might look at it again,
through someone else's eyes, and feel the same.

With no words, no judgement, no intent and no assurance,
it says, I Am Here. Some things remain.

And it always does. For all who ask. This time of the year.
A little to the South of East. Early in the morning.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Dry Storm

can i stand in the rain, waiting to get dry

can i stop feeling the cold, wet earth,
as it soaks my bones

can i remember good times, while the storm of bodies
washes lives away

can i keep still in this cold, while dreaming of a warm cup of tea
in trembling hands

can i sleep while these random words
close every open sentence

can i think of thoughts at this time
while they are fighting on their own

can i build a dam of perseverance
around kindness and songs of love

can i compare black with white
when the dry storm appoaching from the edge keeps reminding me
they are grey

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Ascension

have heard of the fables
of reconstruction
of time's virginity
woken up
repeated hearings
of consumers of faith

have gone in many a times
into the abyss of light
into the womb of termination
realised patterns
of defining beauty
in conversations
without meaning

have scratched porcelain sinks
when all the fables
of reconstruction
come alive

Friday, August 05, 2005

Myxomatosis

myxomatosis
Myxomatosis is a disease which infects only rabbits. It is caused by the myxoma virus. First observed in Uruguay in the early 1900s, it was deliberately introduced into Australia in an attempt to control rabbit infestation there.

First field-tested for population control in 1938, a full-scale release was performed in 1950. It was devastatingly effective, reducing the estimated rabbit population from 600 million to 100 million in two years.

Myxomatosis was deliberately introduced in France in 1952. By 1954, 90% of the wild rabbits in France were dead. It reached the UK in 1953, apparently without human action. By 1955, about 95% of rabbits in the UK were dead.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

ExtraOrdinary

to be extra-ordinary
start by accepting
you are ordinary

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Inverted Scribble

inverted etch
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Ball-point pen scribble on plastic.
Colours inverted, magnified.
Actual size: 2cm approx.
Imagine the possibilities.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Sans Wu

wu negative
wu (chinese) ~ without/sans

would you be willing to give up everything
for a reason
would you be willing to give up everything
for no reason

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

The Cosmic Orphan

When I was a young lad of that indefinite but important age when one begins to ask, Who am I? Why am I here? What is the nature of my kind? What is growing up? What is the world? How shall I live in it? Where shall I go? I found myself walking with a small companion over a high railroad trestle that spanned a stream, a country bridge, and a road. One could look fearfully down, between the ties, at the shallows and ripples in the shining water some 50 feet below. One was also doing a forbidden thing, against which our parents constantly warned. One must not be caught on the black bridge by a train. Something terrible might happen, a thing called death.

From the abutment of the bridge we gazed down upon the water and saw among the pebbles the shape of an animal we knew only from picture books--a turtle, a very large, dark mahogany-coloured turtle. We scrambled down the embankment to observe him more closely. From the little bridge a few feet above the stream, I saw that the turtle, whose beautiful markings shone in the afternoon sun, was not alive and that his flippers waved aimlessly in the rushing water. The reason for his death was plain. Not too long before we had come upon the trestle, someone engaged in idle practice with a repeating rifle had stitched a row of bullet holes across the turtle's carapace and sauntered on.

My father had once explained to me that it took a long time to make a big turtle, years really, in the sunlight and the water and the mud. I turned the ancient creature over and fingered the etched shell with its forlorn flippers flopping grotesquely. The question rose up unbidden. Why did the man have to kill something living that could never be replaced? I laid the turtle down in the water and gave it a little shove. It entered the current and began to drift away. "Let's go home," I said to my companion. From that moment I think I began to grow.

"Papa," I said in the evening by the oil lamp in our kitchen. "Tell me how men got here." Papa paused. Like many fathers of that time he was worn from long hours, he was not highly educated, but he had a beautiful resonant voice and he had been born on a frontier homestead. He knew the ritual way the Plains Indians opened a story.

"Son," he said, taking the pattern of another people for our own, "once there was a poor orphan." He said it in such a way that I sat down at his feet. "Once there was a poor orphan with no one to teach him either his way, or his manners. Sometimes animals helped him, sometimes supernatural beings. But above all, one thing was evident. Unlike other occupants of Earth he had to be helped. He did not know his place, he had to find it. Sometimes he was arrogant and had to learn humility, sometimes he was a coward and had to be taught bravery. Sometimes he did not understand his Mother Earth and suffered for it. The old ones who starved and sought visions on hilltops had known these things. They were all gone now and the magic had departed with them. The orphan was alone; he had to learn by himself; it was a hard school."

Saturday, May 07, 2005

My Reason

the reason i am not what i want to be
is the reason i am not doing what i want to do

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Solaris

SPORE for Solaris

00. 00:00  The Solaris torrent is not responding
01. 02:49  Is That What Everybody Wants
02. 02:53  First Sleep
03. 01:45  Can I Sit Next To You
04. 05:01  Will She Come Back
05. 02:10  Death Shall Have No Dominion
06. 03:50  Maybe You're My Puppet
07. 03:34  Don't Blow It
08. 10:51  Hi Energy Proton Accelerator
09. 03:10  Wear Your Seat Belt
10. 04:33  Wormhole
11. 03:01  We Don't Have To Think Like That Anymore

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Point of No Return

in between tuesdays and wednesdays
there is a time
when its neither tuesday nor wednesday

in between saturdays and mondays
there is hardly any time

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Notes to Myself

what if i could write notes to myself
i would probably still be deaf and blind to them

what if i could believe that my life has nothing to do with me
i would probably still be living just the same

what if i could fly
over the clouds
over peoples lives
i would probably still prefer to walk

what if i could name all my feelings
and catalogue them
in alphabetical order
i would probably still not talk about them to anyone

what if i could try the impossible
i would probably still not believe in its possibility

what if i could paint my insignificance
i would probably still start with a large canvas

what if i could wash away all those ugly sins
scrub hard and thorough
till no patches remained
i would probably still not be innocent

what if i could shout
loud enough to be heard
sure enough to be clear
i would probably still want to be pleasant

what if i could decide between right and wrong
i would probably still be writing notes to myself

Monday, May 02, 2005

LightYear 16

fuming space protocol
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Sunday, May 01, 2005

Memory of the Future

everyday is strange
living with a memory of the future
while the past keeps up
with all the choices i have made

the flowers are a living memory
of the strangers i have been
i have been flowers and
i have been memories

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Going to Believe

when nothing seemed to be going my way
something was going my way
i just needed to believe

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