Cheap Shots from the Dull Side

It’s not often that I come across people that regularly use the word “lies” to address others. They do all kinds of dirty tricks, turn their narratives into truth and label all derivation thereof a blatant and offending lie. Gaping holes in their reasoning exist, but you’ll get a personal brush-off if you dare to go there. Opinions are not valued. Ideas and competition are bad. Discrediting others is a key element. They’ll point out simple flaws to show you they’re better, but missing the bigger picture: they messed up hard, and refuse to deal with their own inevitable undoing.


About Remission

In sum, then: The inward journey of the mythological hero, the shaman, the mystic, and the schizophrenic are in principle the same; and when the return or remission occurs, it is experienced as a rebirth: the birth, that is to say, of a “twice-born” ego, no longer bound in by its daylight-world horizon. It is now known to be but the reflex of a larger self, its proper function being to carry the energies of an archetypal instinct system into fruitful play in a contemporary space-time daylight situation. One is now no longer afraid of nature; nor of nature’s child, society–which is monstrous too, and in fact cannot be otherwise; it would otherwise not survive. The new ego is in accord with all this, in harmony, at peace; and, as those who have returned from the journey tell, life is then richer, stronger, and more joyous.



Na gut, dann ist es jetzt doch so weit. Oder aber auch nicht. Es gibt ja dies und das zu berichten, aber so richtig zufrieden bin ich mit den zeitlichen Umständen dann doch nicht. Wie man es auch macht, macht man es verkehrt; und wenn man sich äußert, dann wird es negativ ausgelegt. Eigentlich kein Problem, aber irgendwie schon. Ist halt kompliziert. Ich versuche es trotzdem mal. Da müsst ihr jetzt durch.


About a Feeling (2)

Remember the day I set you free
I told you, you could always count on me, darling
And from that day on I made a vow
I’ll be there when you want me some way, some how

Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell — Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

of workloads and bliss

of workloads and bliss
for goals and amidst
the dreams of the past
we lose and get lost

the tide’s push and pull
never once standing still
darkness not unseen
or where one has been

a crazy world it must be
to fall down and feel
that much further the truth
would lie of it all

the sun in the sky
was never less shy
than today and beyond
moving incentive along


Feeling Strangely Fine

I’ve been living in your cassette
It’s the modern equivalent
Singing up to a Capulet
On a balcony in your mind

In the City the lion sleeps
Pray to Sony my soul to keep
Were you ever so bright and sweet
Did you ever look so nice

Semisonic — Singing In My Sleep