FATEFUL WORLD

KLOTHO,LACHESIS,ATROPOS
KLOTHO,LACHESIS,ATROPOS
At the birth of each man they appeared spinning, measuring, and cutting the thread of life.
Their name means “Parts.” “Shares” or “Alottted Portions”
Klotho, whose name means “Spinner” spun the thread of life.
Lakhesis, whose name means “Apportioner of Lots”–being derived from a word meaning to receive by lot–, measured the thread of life.
Atropos whose name means “She who cannot be turned,” cut the thread of life.
At the birth of a man, the Moirai spun out the thread of his future life, followed his steps, and directed the consequences of his actions according to the counsel of the gods. It was not an inflexible fate.
The Fates did not abruptly interfere in human affairs but availed themselves of intermediate causes, and determined the lot of mortals not absolutely, but only conditionally, even man himself, in his freedom was allowed to exercise a certain influence upon them. As man’s fate terminated at his death, the goddesses of fate become the goddesses of death, Moirai Thanatoio.
As goddesses of fate they must necessarily have known the future, which at times they revealed, and were therefore prophetic deities.
They were severe, inflexible and stern.
Klotho carries a spindle or a roll (the book of ate),
Lakhesis a staff with which she points to the horoscope on a globe.
Atropos a scroll, a wax tablet, a sundial, a pair of scales, or a cutting instrument.
At other times the three were shown with staffs or sceptres, the symbols of dominion, and sometimes even with crowns.

Back the Fuck off…sound advice from Dubus 111

Andre Dubus III made the case against outlining. In his warning against intellectualizing one’s work—“Do not think, dream”—he insisted that fiction comes to life when you stop trying to control it by working towards an ending planned out in advance.

dubus 111
dubus 111

We’re all born with an imagination. Everybody gets one. And I really believe—this is just from years of daily writing—that good fiction comes from the same place as our dreams. I think the desire to step into someone else’s dream world, is a universal impulse that’s shared by us all. That’s what fiction is. As a writing teacher, if I say nothing else to my students, it’s this.

I began to learn characters will come alive if you back the fuck off.

Here’s the distinction. There’s a profound difference between making something up and imagining it. You’re making something up when you think out a scene, when you’re being logical about it. You think, “I need this to happen so some other thing can happen.” There’s an aspect of controlling the material that I don’t think is artful. I think it leads to contrived work, frankly, no matter how beautifully written it might be. You can hear the false note in this kind of writing.

This was my main problem when I was just starting out: I was trying to say something. When I began to write, I was deeply self-conscious. I was writing stories hoping they would say something thematic, or address something that I was wrestling with philosophically. I’ve learned, for me at least, it’s a dead road. It’s writing from the outside in instead of the inside out.

But during my very early writing, certainly before I’d published, I began to learn characters will come alive if you back the fuck off. It was exciting, and even a little terrifying. If you allow them to do what they’re going to do, think and feel what they’re going to think and feel, things start to happen on their own. It’s a beautiful and exciting alchemy. And all these years later, that’s the thrill I write to get: to feel things start to happen on their own.

So I’ve learned over the years to free-fall into what’s happening. What happens then is, you start writing something you don’t even really want to write about. Things start to happen under your pencil that you don’t want to happen, or don’t understand. But that’s when the work starts to have a beating heart.

Devine Defender

ζKeres  Deaths Carousel
Swings and woundabouts hearts slave to life
Death cruel saviour drips venom filled tears with
question marks
lying in wait, knocking blindly at the armature
wire, filled with turgid fillers, stuffed to the gills
where no one can investigate
congealed  encased opiates of pain, a
chasm bubbles
sloe burning  on the branch when moros came and
ate

Nature only has to sit back and wait.

We don’t need much help with our incestuous hate

Contrary to the adage ‘knowledge economy’ we become distant. Incongruent. Uncalibrated.  Disjointed. Destroyed.

The complexity of the want and Fuck u mind is the only economy birthed from this new notion of knowledge acquisition= economy

Dumb wits

Save the world they are killing it.

Nature watches the self cannibalisation

Disequilibrium based on disconnection from self

Alienation employs what it knows best: terror, we rust inside

kill yourselves oh how sad,schadenfreude

8Rotten

fat, thin, immoral, lies  Excuses excuses excuses
the descent comes and unfolds slowly pours and controls
Senseless  shallow disguised=power
The cat kills the king, the moon hangs there

misericordia, misericordia, misericordia

 

mercy,mercy,mercy, fallacious fellatio, on your knee’s to thee highest in heaven
the thunder of the thrush hidden in the scrub
hold on wait ,hear me
child, tender child
little tweet, honest on the snow
golden strands vomit, gurgle
creep

8n8n8n8

The sounding and seeing entity

Where the under is over and the on is off
Close your mind down
hear the stringless guitar playing man
having pissed in his coke bottle now HANGS silently
How can a belly so full of worldly angst take the silent tune and hear the unheard of.
How did others implant this ennui onto one who can’t spit it out into their faces?
INTO their empty,  so called educated,  fatuous and  self-serving faces
But turns it inwards and onto nature EXECUTED they weep empty tears
 

TheFates

Welcome to the Fatesthe fates
At the birth of each man they appeared spinning, measuring, and cutting the thread of life.
Their name means “Parts.” “Shares” or “Alottted Portions”
Klotho, whose name means “Spinner” spun the thread of life.
Lakhesis, whose name means “Apportioner of Lots”–being derived from a word meaning to receive by lot–, measured the thread of life.
Atropos whose name means “She who cannot be turned,” cut the thread Continue reading TheFates

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Better to believe
that no meditation yoga or chant
will eviscerate,excoriate the pain within
Accept look out give in to your part in it
Don’t hide under the dominant fleece blanket
Cut the grass of your mind
The object the prize MONEY will crucify

8Rot

Better to believe

that no meditation yoga or chant
will eviscerate,excoriate the pain within
Accept look out give in to your part in it
Don’t hide under the dominant fleece blanket
Cut the grass of your mind
The object the prize MONEY will crucify

8Roche

erosion is slow like a pip wiped out on a briar

the deviant eats and gnaws away castigating the hairs

breadth of the day, the Roche  subtle covered holding

flayed the sun rests on the broom  here

come here feel your breast little one the thicket is

dark the gossamer swaddles venial lips purging free form

laid down breathless no one saw it come

How full can you be? how riddled to thinness can there be gluttony

Gluttoned with concretisation desecration fake creation
Fattened calves patented and extended homogenised
By the hyperbole of marke-tears.
Held together by invisible chains
too tired to care and protest watch the child
Cry cry humpty dumpty broken

Hail hosanna queen mother Mary earth iconised with your

fullness
Disguised with cold clear marble stone
Coloured in votive appreciation hiding the scars and crucified minds
Lady lady mother Mary quite contrary our garden does not grow, our pantheist stabbed in the heart
The well is full with dryness sucking and anthropomorphising what’s not but thinking it is.
Nature nature mother nature your us not thee mother Mary

Animation:This is how it happens Alchemy

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Delusion Complex

Delusion Complex

Yes we have the superiority complex, the mother complex, the inferiority complex and we have Jung and Freud to thank for these unholy complexes.

Now the Delusion Complex comes from an area known a solipsism. This is a philosophic term.  It’s  mine and it will be shaped according to me.

Others have to try and fit, but what if you don’t fit or don’t want to fit.

Then delusion complex can take you into a violent and vicious world. Their anger is  silent and cunning with manipulation at its core.

It is never called to action until someone disagrees with it. They are charisma itself. Sweet as pie with a  large dose of arsenic.

Life

Jesus
Apart from being the most nihilistic, negative, pointless thing a person can do with themselves, have you any idea the devastation suicide causes to those left behind? The pain never goes away.
Who cut that guy down and saw his eyeballs popping out of his head, his tongue hanging, twisted from his mouth, the spittle still drooling down his chin onto the clean shirt his wife had given him to wear that morning? Who cleaned up the shit in his pants so that his family and friends wouldn’t be sickened by him? Who cleaned up all the other more difficult messes he left behind? Did his family lose their home to pay his debts and have to go and live with the grandparents?
Just this week  here for the funeral of his brother who committed suicide. The pain all around is palpable.  can’t sleep, can’t eat can’t see the point of going on. But he must go on.
Do you want your children to read the stuff you just put up on your website? And your grandchildren?
You gave them life why do you want to even suggest Continue reading Life

SeamusHeaneyOFFtoNewFrontiers

BlackBerryPicking

Late august, given heavy rain and sun

newfrontiers
newFrontiers

For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer’s blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre. Continue reading SeamusHeaneyOFFtoNewFrontiers

He Killed His Self

How did he do it? He tried before! Backed out that time caught in the liminal what if? This time he probably put it around his neck and tried out the feeling, the sensation at least a week in advance.

purity
purity

He decided, and that was that, threw it over the beam didn’t let it dangle just did it. With a sacrificial tear in his eye he kicked the chair. The mind is blank, no thought, the hands and arms just have a purpose. There was no thinking or ambivalence. Of course if an emergency had awakened the mind in him, fire, fire, help me, we need you, the child is drowning! Someone help me please! Jesus help me the fire is burning my body.

The noose would have been loosened dropping down kicking the chair he’d have ran, he’d have called, he’d have screamed come on everybody help them .

Or imagine

If someone broke into his house and threatened to kill him what then? Then he would have fought, then he would have attacked to save his self, then he would have screamed and shouted ‘don’t touch me, don’t even try it I have a gun upstairs, his life is his to preserve. It is precious.

When it is his self the only entity, the only life in the soul that needs help, the back turns and leaves it to its own devices.

The energy is obsolete breathing out with hatred, fire in the belly mellows in abeyance. Who can you call? I want to kill myself. I can’t see a reason to live! These thoughts are making it seem that this decision is the right one. What is there to live for what would they think? Cry baby.

A grown man like me. I want to end it all. If you call for help it doesn’t leave a lesion, have the same emphasis as actually being found hanging. Then they know I meant it. It is crying like a baby, looking for attention, I want to commit suicide, I feel like it. How do you say it? It is complex, profound, exciting and all knowing if you ask for help you can’t mean it! What would you know?

‘nothing like the real thing’ then they know he’s tasted purity.

Life should be open for discussion not destruction!

Scum Drumm Rises

Scum rises
Why does scum rise?
Sitting in a bath having a wash is considered a courtesy to your body. As you wash you remove dead skin and dirt and sweat. A superficial layer of dermis acknowledges this cleansing by letting go and rising to the surface.
CONFLICT OF 4 AND 23% INTEREST
conflict of real interest
Scum. The scum hovers around the midriff. It is drawn toward the pulsating energy of the core. When this pushes it away it clings to the side of the bath. When you stand up and rinse yourself it still tries to hold on. Eventually letting go it still tries to hold on for dear life to the side of the plughole. The pressure of the water forces it down and out.
A good wash and scrub with a cloth will remove any left . Down it goes into system and the veins of the underworld.
The scum of the earth we cannot see. It rises through a mixture of cleansings. Firstly it is educated. It may feel a chip on its shoulder. Despises the refined. Hates the honest hardworking sensibilities of gentility. Misguided it aims to be educated to attain this disposition. Education and vulgarity do not mix. But in the scum’s world it does. Education is their host they are the Sturmia Bella. The scum misinterpret philosophy and ethics as a wasters game. These subjects are for the hollow hallowed men of leisure.

Scum does not understand the nature of thinking of the whole only the i. Their world becomes removed from others. Scum rises. And as it does it clings to the controlling centre of the system. You see scum is Continue reading Scum Drumm Rises

Page n Brin n Jobs n Sin

Page n Brin n Jobs n Sin

Power at first is rarely the goal. It is the assault of ideas that drags you along. The drowning  in imaginings. How did that happen? Try it that way! What’s the worst that can happen if? Power is the murderer.

Like all assaults it is unexpected, unless of course you go out looking for a fight. Generally assaults on the system are not systemic. They are gradual and exciting like foreplay. At first you feel the tingle then the tension, a twist and turn away from, a denial that you’re  enjoying it.
lust it attracts power
subsumed
Holding back from the sensation delaying the relief makes it feel more explosive and expansive. Power does this to you. At the point of submerge power takes the reins and it is all rollercoaster from there on in. The breath is taken from you. Slowly someone usually a clever accountant steps in and gives you an oxygen tank.
The orgasmic state has little in comparison to power. Wild and liberating it keeps you floating on air.
Power  not being the end in itself takes a sycophant by surprise. The experiment becomes the control. Control sharpens the edge of the periphery, it feels good suddenly you senses are crying out for more. Vibrations are constant. What next?
This game has now become bigger than the rules. The rules change. More and more the cry is loud oh God more sustaining this constancy blinds power.

Lamb to tax dodge slaughter

The biblical parables  were and are used by those proponents of God. Yes The law abiding Jew,The Agnostic,The Catholic,The Muslim,The Atheist Tax dodging is part of the bibles ethos. In not so many words it is encouraged to take advantage. To the ways and means of usury.
lamb to slaughter
Ah so kind

Google are the masters and of course any large corporation. Sunday roast anyone?