I like to lie here where the children play, beside the ruined wall, among thistles and red poppies. I am still a scholar to the children, and also to the thistles and red poppies. They are innocent, even in their wickedness. But to the sheep I am no longer a scholar: so it is…
WHAT ARE MY TRUE DESIRES?–& what can I DO before it is too late?… Do you possess both imagination & Will,can you both dream & dare–or are you the dupe of an impotent fantasy? Any day now, vast numbers of Americans are going to realizethey’re being force-fed a load of reactionary boring hystericalartificially-flavored crap….
CHAOS THEORY MUST OFcourse flow impurely. “Lazy yokel plowsa crooked furrow.” Any attempt to precipitatea crystal of ideology would result in flawed rigidness,fossilizations, armorings & drynesses, whichwe would like to renounce,along with all “purity.” Yes, Chaos revels in a certain abandoned formlessnessnot unlike the erotic messiness of those we lovefor their shattering of habit&…
Food, cooked or raw, cannot escape from symbolism. It is, & also simultaneously represents that which it is. All food is soul food. But in the airless vault of our civilization, …nearly every experience is mediated, reality strained through the deadening mesh of consensus-perception, we lose touch with food as nourishment; we begin to…
See there! Surprised and pale does it stand – before the rosy dawn! For already she comes, the glowing one, — her love to the earth comes! Innocence, and creative desire, is all solar love! See there, how she comes impatiently over the sea! Do you not feel the thirst…
Oh, you nostalgic liars,you avaricious ones! You, without innocence in your desire:and how you discredit desiring on that account! Truly, not as creators, as birth-parents,or as revelers do you love the earth! WHERE IS INNOCENCE?Where there is will to childbearing. And he whoseeks to create beyond himself, has for me the purest will. WHERE…
TOO far did I fly into the future: a horror seized upon me. And when I looked around me. Behold, there time was my sole contemporary! Then did I fly backwards, homewards – and always faster. Thus did I come to you: you present-day men, and into the land of culture. For the first…
Like a white ox I’d like to see him, which, snorting and lowing, walks before the plough-share: and his lowing should also laud all that is earthly! Dark is still his countenance; the shadow of his hand dances upon it. Overshadowed is still the sense of his eye. ~*~ His deed itself…
And you tell me, friends, that there ought be no controversy about taste and tasting? But all life is a matter of dispute about taste and tasting! Taste: that is to weigh at the same time, and scales and a one-who-weighs; and all the worse for every living thing that would attempt…
Listen carefully now, you enlightened ones! Weigh seriously, whether I have discerned the heart of life itself, the very roots of its heart! Wherever I found a living thing, there found I Will-to-Power; and even in the will of the servant I found the will to be master. The weaker is to serve the…
