Sunday, October 31, 2010

three nights of samhain


fred wept for horses
crying sane among the blind
against the machine
never tooling his self
to genre format rule
but a system
of freedoms in all idea

reevaluation of all
is happening now
with the unconscious
waking to itself
in a field
of olympic wholes

christ the lawnman
cleared all the 'weeds'
the internal inspirations
tattoo truths
madness

bring nature in
crittoure among animals
but don't trust their nature
keep colonies in their corners
and your nest  safe

Friday, October 29, 2010













eternal recurrence
stringin on a theory
of endless dimensions
with ourselves
infinitely repeating

are we not closer to
those other version infinites
than to our future
sick
dead self

and if the
version i  choose
is now great
ill end it
but if not
then I'll sleep
where i can tell
if its going well
or when the high points
come

Monday, October 25, 2010

to flirt with
kiddie voyeurism
that passes for suitable
tales for young people
he borrowed
his pants from Michael
his scream from rotten
his violence from iggy

 
old magic
altered sincerities
son of man as Animal
singers can't cover him
then by chance
they snare a snarl



all thought is just thought
nothing can be known fully
unless thought is perfect
are numbers perfect
what if no reality(s)
can be encompassed by law
or truth

just
a
thought


Sunday, October 24, 2010

An Egyptian and his Soul

at trial
their tongues were not partial
their tongues were not partial
I opened my mouth to my soul that I might answer what he had said

This is much against me today whereas my soul has not quarreled with me before
it is more than an exaggeration
it is like I am ignored
may my soul not depart
may it attend to me in this
he will not be guilty

that he would distance himself from my body from a net of cord
and it will not happen due to him that he flees on the day of suffering

look my soul is disobeying me
while I do not listen to him he is dragging me toward death
before I have come to it
and is throwing me on the fire to burn me up
without him suffering therein

he should stay close to me on the day of suffering.
He should stand on yonder side like a praise singer does
This is one who goes forth by himself
my soul is ignorant about easing
the misery that is due to life and restrains me from death
before I have come to it.
The west gives me pleasure.
Is it suffering?
It is a turning point of life....trees fall
Trample on evil
cast aside my misery

May Thoth declare concerning me:  "The gods are satisfied"
May knos defend me   "a true scribe"
May Re hear my utterance
"Stop the ship!"
May Isdes defend me in the sacred hall.
For my need is heavy to  weigh it on my behalf

It is pleasant that the gods should eliminate the concealment of my body.

What my soul said to me,   Are you not a man?   You are alive!
What do you achieve if you are concerned about life like a possessor of wealth?
I would say to someone about to go  to that burial
you are taken away from leaping around
Without  care
every criminal will say I will take you!

I answered
When you are dead your name still lives
that is a resting place attractive to the heart.
The west is a harbor, a voyage.

if my soul listens to me
my neglectful brother
with his heart in accord with mine
he will prosper
I will make him reach the west,
like someone in his pyramid
whose burial a survivor has attended.

I will create a breeze over your corpse
   and you will make another soul in weariness     envious
I will  create a breeze so that it will not be freezing
   and you will make another soul who is hot        envious
I will drink water at the watering place.
I will heap up hay
  and will make another soul who is hungry      envious

But if you restrain me from a death in this form
 you will not find a place on which you can rest in the west.
Be favourable           my soul,    my brother
 to what will happen!

An heir who will make offerings
and stand at  the tomb shaft
on the day of burial
will wish a bier
at the necropolis!

My soul opened his mouth to me that he might answer what I had said
"If you would call burial to mind,
 it is heartache, it is bringing of tears, making a man sad
    it is taking a man from his house,
                                   left on a  hill.

you cannot come up to see the sun.

Those who built in granite, who constructed
and completed beautiful pyramids in perfect realization
when the builders became gods, their altars were bare
like those of weary ones who are dead on a riverbank
for lack of a survivor
after the water has  taken its toll and sunlight as well
only the fish of the waterside speak to them.

Listen to me as it is good to listen to people!
Have a good time and forget worries!
       A commoner cultivates his plot,
          he loads his harvest into a boat,
             and pulls it himself as his feast is near
             and  the darkness of a north wind arises.
     He waits for a ferry
as  the sun sets and rises and meanwhile
his wife and children perish in a pond
surrounded at night by
crocodiles.

At last he sits  down at dinner, says
"I do  not weep for that  mother
          for whom there is no escape from the west
       for another term on earth.
But I will grieve for her children,
who were crushed in the egg,   who saw the face of Khenty
before they had lived."

"A  commoner asks for dinner. His wife says to him,"
It will be supper.
He goes outside.
Until the moment that he returns to his house
He is like another man.
His wife pleads with him but he can't hear her.

Incapable of communication
I opened my mouth to my soul
that I might answer what he had said:

              mY name reeks through you
more than the smell of bird droppings on summer days when the sky is hot
              My name reeks through you
a haul of catfish on a fishing day when the sky is hot.
            My name reeks through you,
more than the smell of ducks,
more than a covert of reeds full of fowl.
              My name reeks through you
more than the smell of fishermen, more than the creeks of marshes they have fished
              My name reeks through you
more than the smell of crocodiles
more than sitting on beaches of crocodiles.
              My name reeks through you
more than the smell  of a wife about whom a lie has been told
              my name reeks through you
more than a diligent child about whom is said, "He belongs to his rival"
              My name reeks through you,
city of a sovereign
      that conspires to rebel when his back is turned

Whom can I talk to today?
Hearts are greedy
  and every man is stealing things from his fellow.
Kindness has vanished
  and rudeness has  descended upon everyone.
Whom can I talk to today?
One is contented with evil
   and goodness is cast on the ground everywhere
whom can I talk to today?

Who should enrage a man by his ill deed
    who makes everyone laugh by his evil wrongdoing.

Whom can I talk to today?
    One steals, every man is robbing his fellow.
Whom can I talk to today?
   The villian is an intimate friend
     and the brother with whom one dealt has become an enemy.
Whomcan I talk to today?
Yesterday is not remembered,
       one does not help now who has given help.
Whom can I talk to today?
     Brothers are evil
        and one turns to strangers for honesty.
whom can I talk to today?
     Faces are blank,
        every man has his face downcast concerning his brothers.
Whom can I talk to today?
    Hearts have  become greedy
        and there is no man's heart on which one may rely.
Whom can I talk to today.
    None are righteous
        and the land is left to evildoers.
Whom can I talk to today?
    An intimate friend is lacking
        and one turns to a stranger to complain to.
Whom can I talk to today?
    None is content there,
        and he with whom one walked  is no more.
Whom can I talk to today?
   I'm laden with misery for lack of an intimate friend.
Whom can I talk to today?
   The evil that scourges the earth is without end.

Death is in my sight today.  a cure of a sick man,
like going outside after confinement
Death is in my sight today.
like the smell of myrrh,
like sitting under a sail on a windy day.
Death is in my sight today.
Like the smell of lotus flowers,  like sitting on the shore of drunkenness.
Death is in my sight today,
like a path washed by rain,
like a man's coming home from an expedition.
Death is in my sight today
like the sky's clearing,
like a man's grasping  what he didn't know before
Death is in my sight today,
like a man's longing to see home
after he has spent many years in captivity.

But who is there
   a god who lives because of punishing the evil of one who does it.
But who is there
  stands in a boat because of letting  choice offerings be given to the temples
But who is there
  a wise man who cannot be turned away,


what my soul said to me,

           "Put whining on a peg, o my comrade, my brother!
               May you give offerings upon a brazier
         
           In order to reachfor a life as you described.
               Desire me here and dismiss the west!
           But desire to reach the west when your body buried.

           I will alight when you become weary,
                and then we'll harbour together.

                    papyrus 3024 (2500-1990 b.c.e.)

Saturday, October 23, 2010























joy of disclosure
hope of self recognition
seeing all as the same
not to be feared

Thursday, October 21, 2010


walking the dogs under
a clouded full moon
past the white suv
with the head blown back
red in the kitchen light
where the family waits
chatting

Tuesday, October 19, 2010







in the happiest year of life
windpower was a song
burning a lot of power 
listening and leaning out
left of the right corner
off  the second floor

heard from none since
'cept for the closest
the only known dead

remembering
every everything
headfirst like a dream getting it right
the familiar angles

believing its real
perhaps  it was
it doesn't get better
it just gets deeper
further from the surface

a great life
we're not to lose
any of it
everything is everything
at the end
of an epoch


now for the world
jaws open
teeth grinning
baring it all
swallowing for free
without reply

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Friday, October 15, 2010

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Monday, October 11, 2010













certain obligations
and a lot of freedom
as I watched her grow old
but younger still

she pled her kids would suicide if she went to jail
telling her daughter after the hearing
it'll be alright
bye bye baby

its good to be anything anytime
thanks to everyone involved
you know who you are








free use of symbol
as an expression animal
without convention

Sunday, October 10, 2010

the argument against quantumism
is that we live in a macrouniverse
but our own brains with their tiny electric billions
demonstrate the power of microunits
and contrastly the ability of organization

we all seem to be made up of intentions
different forms
amalgams of moving relatives
why is it happening
doesn't nature/mother kill novelty
why are we still here
except as some chance excerpt
an unintended scrap of a
general movement
to be eliminated
as a remnant of prior errors

Saturday, October 9, 2010







Peter Kinloch 28 was raised on the Isle of Skye in Scotland, where his parents, Peter and Berni, along with his younger brother Iain, ran a fishing and a shooting service.
Kinloch was educated in Scotland before reading computer studies at Liverpool John Moores University and then completing a PhD.  He worked as a civilian at the Merseyside Police Force in Liverpool  dealing with pattern analysis from crime and incident databases and developed a second career as a motivational speaker.   He was scheduled to take a new job in Belgium.










Kinloch was taking part in a Seven Summits challenge begun in 2005  where climbers attempt to conquer the highest mountain in each continent. He had already finished over half his goal, summiting the highest peaks in Africa (Kilimanjaro),














Europe(Mont Elbrus)











South America(Aconcagua), and North America (Mount Mckinley). Peter completed each of the climbs to raise awareness of obsessive compulsive disorder, of which he was a mild sufferer, through the group OCD Action. He had remaining Antartica(Vinson Massif),Oceania(Carstenz Pyramid) and Australia (Mount Kosciuszko). In an article in the Scottish newspaper The Press and Journal published in 2009 about Kinloch’s plans for Everest, he said, “So many people that climb just do it for the personal glory, and I want to give something back.”
Before he left for Kathmandu to tackle the mountain via the North Col route, he said: “I am really looking forward to breaking out the axe and getting the crampons icy once again.”









These were the  initial reports of Peters's group leader, David Obrien
All 11 members are departing basecamp today and heading for intermediate camp. Then we will move up to ABC, the North Col, camp 2, camp 3, and god willing, the summit. Please pray for us and wish us luck, patience, and strength. Also, many many thanks to James Redeker from Canadian North Airlines for his weather advice!!!
This is the dispatch for 11-12 May. Our north col ABC trek group called and they are in interim camp preparing to move into advanced basecamp in the morning. Everyone is doing well. They are going to have ABC nearly to themselves and they have a massive support staff of sherpas, Tibetans, and their own personal Chinese guide, the amazing Asu.
20 May, 2010: This is a dispatch for the 20th of May for the SummitClimb Everest Tibet expedition.

It has been a very difficult and challenging last few days for our team. We'd like to congratulate the Tibetan and Chinese team for fixing the route to the summit of Mount Everest and for getting a lot of their members on the top safely. Job well done! Thank you very much.

Some other teams also summited. We heard some Taiwanese made the summit and today we met a Polish person named Magdalena who reached the summit on the 18th. Big congratulations!

Also, we'd like to inform you that 5 of our members and 2 of our sherpas are on the North Col and have been there for several days. They are trying to move to camp 2, but it's been too windy and difficult to go up. Other teams have tried to go up to camp 2 and turned around. They're hoping they can go in the morning.

The other 11 members of our team are safe and well in ABC. They hope to go to the North Col in the morning weather permitting and start their summit attempt, together with the remaining 8 sherpas who carried a load today up to the North Col.

We're hoping to get some good news on the weather. We heard that the wind may drop through the 21st-25th. We've been checking multiple weather sources in India and Tibet and really casting about for as much weather information as we can get. It seems that the forecasts are a bit unstable, but we hope that we'll be able to find a window so all members and sherpas can summit in safety.

We'll let you know how things are progressing. Thank you very much. Bye, bye.

This is a dispatch for the 24th of May for the SummitClimb Everest Tibet team. I'm calling you from camp 2 around 7800 metres/25,600 feet.

The current conditions are very gray skies and overcast. There are very light winds and it snowed quite a bit through the night. The temperature is pretty warm, not too bad and the time here is about 7:30 a.m. We're just waking up.

Yesterday was a tough day for our team. We climbed up from the North Col. It was a long climb up with about 800 vertical metres. One of our members, Nick, decided that he did not want to continue so he went down with Kipa Sherpa to the North Col. I talked to him last night on the radio and he's doing okay. He's down on the North Col and he plans to descend to advanced basecamp today.

The rest of the team is up here. We've got 4 members up in the high camp together with 2 sherpas. They tried for the summit last night. We haven't heard the outcome of their summit attempt yet. I did have the radio on all night and I did here some communication between the team members and sherpas, including a radio call saying they had reached the 2nd step. I haven't heard any other radio calls since then, but we're listening and waiting for them to call in. As soon as they do, we'll let you know.

Our team plans to go up to the high camp today, weather permitting. It's been pretty busy on this side of the mountain during this weather window.

Yesterday our team of 4 members and 2 sherpas called in to say that there weren't any tent sites available. They discussed with some of the other teams up there the situation who were kind enough to let them use their tents, so they didn't have to put up any tents. So that's good. In exchange, some of the other teams asked if they could give some of their members to us so we can help them reach the top on their 2nd summit bid. Apparently some of their members were trying to get to the summit, reached the 2nd step, went for their fresh bottle of oxygen and realized the bottle was empty. So they had to go back down. Can you imagine that? I do recall our local Kathmandu agent checking all of the bottles for us, so hopefully all of our oxygen bottles have oxygen in them.

We'll keep you informed as things progress up here. We wish all of team members and sherpas the best of luck. Also we also wish all of the other teams the best of luck as well.

It's pretty cloudy, so we're not totally sure what today's weather is going to bring, but at least the wind is not blowing too hard right now. We'll keep you informed. Thank you very much. Bye, bye.
Hi, this is a dispatch for the 24th of May for the SummitClimb Everest Tibet team. It's 7:52 p.m. Tibet time.

Our team is up in camp 3 at 8300 metres/27,200 feet. We've got some great news to report. Laval, Mark, and Gavin summited in the mid-morning together with Thile Sherpa. Fiko and Jangbu Sherpa summited about 1:00 p.m. in the afternoon. Everybody is down safely.

Our other group of 10 members is up in the high camp and we're going for the summit tonight at 11:00 p.m. Tibet time.  Nick is safely down in ABC. He's doing well and we're going to miss him. What a great guy. We're sorry he's not with us.

Wish us all the best of luck. The weather was spotty today. There was lots of snow in the morning and it was windy. Right now the sun has popped out. It's still fairly breezy. We can see the summit. There's wind blowing up there, but we're hoping the wind dies tonight in time for our big summit attempt with those 10 members and 6 sherpas. So wish us luck and we'll keep you posted. Thank you very much. Bye, bye.

T25 May, 2010: Team 2 summits!

Hi, it's the 25th of May and this is a dispatch for the Everest Tibet SummitClimb expedition.

We got a call at 1:18 p.m. David was on the summit with 5 members and 4 sherpas. It was extremely windy and sunny. The other members who have been here all went down today, so everybody seems like they are doing okay so far. We will keep you posted. Thank you very much. Bye, bye.
From the climbing guide company's report:
Peter's summit day started at 10:00 pm on 24 may at camp 3 at 8300 meters. After dressing and preparing his kit, food, and water for the summit, he and the rest of the team set off for the summit at 12:00 am in the early morning hours of 25 may.










Our team ascended upward and passed the obstacles one surmounts in the climb of Mount Everest from the Tibet side, including first step, mushroom rock, second step, third step, final snow slope, and dihedral.









On the way up the final obstacles, Peter was in good spirits, moving steadily and sure-footedly together with our team, reaching the summit(29,029 ft) at around 1:00 pm on 25 May.











Summit team leader David Obrien radioed Expedition leader Dan Mazur, who was in camp 3 at 8300 metres, at 1:18 pm on 25 May to say the team was on the summit and everyone was in fine spirits and good health. David said it was very cold and windy and it had been a long and difficult climb.

On the summit Peter was elated, and cheery. Earlier during the expedition while dining with the team, he had said that climbing Everest would be the realization of a dream he had had for 25 years. While standing atop Everest, Peter took summit photos with the team.












Peter with two who just completed seventh summit.

Conditions were sunny, but extremely cold, windy, with blowing snow and some cloud.
Descending from the summit, Peter surprisingly seemed to lose his coordination and took a few slips and stumbles. These moments of clumsiness were interspersed with normal walking. Finally, reaching the top of the second step at approximately 2pm, he asked leader David Obrien, if David would show Peter how to descend the ladders. Peter told David that he (Peter) was having difficulties seeing, then finally that he couldn't see anything at all and was blind.  In camp 3, several of the team's sherpas had descended earlier in the day with other members. 3 sherpas were sent up to assist over a period of several hours: Jangbu (Junior) was sent first, then later Phurba and Gyelje.  Over many hours of slow progress helping the now blind Peter, he, David and Jangbu reached the area of "Mushroom Rock" at 8600 metres at approximately six o'clock.
Here they stopped for a rest, David gave Peter food and opened Peter's backpack to take out some of Peter's water for him to drink. The temperature was very cold with high winds. Upon examination, Peter had initial signs of frost bite on two fingers. Peter was mentally coherent as he was able to recognize the symptoms via his sense of touch and show his frostbitten fingers to David. He requested that David remove his extra large mittens out of Peter's rucksack. Throughout this event, Peter's speech and thinking seemed to remain sharp. His blindness seemed to be unique, and unconnected to any other illness. He may have been suffering from cerebral oedema which involves swelling of brain tissue which can result in retinal hemorrhaging
The other 2 sherpas arrived soon after to help with the rescue. The 3 sherpas and David did everything they could to get Peter to descend below this point for the next 8 hours (tried administering dex, high amounts of oxygen, etcetera) and managed to reach the end of the ridge. In the meanwhile, Peter’s condition and determination seemed to have changed, as Peter could no longer walk, was laying down in the snow at 8600 metres and had thrown away his oxygen, water bottle, and refused further medication.  High altitude cerebral oedema may cause hallucination, limb paralysis and finally coma.  The rescue team in trying to help Peter, had nearly run out of oxygen, food, water and after 12 hours were feeling the effects of extreme cold, dehydration, malnutrition, exhaustion, and frostbite.
Down in camp 3 at 8300 metres, leader Dan Mazur, the team doctor Gordon, his wife Elizabeth, and their Sherpa Lakpa Gyaluk huddled in a tent around the walkie talkie radio, their only form of communication with the rescue team above. The four of them discussed the situation with urgency. Dan thought about it: it was 2:00 am in the morning, Peter was lying in the snow, now unable to walk, and resisting help. It was very dark and windy with blowing snow and extreme cold. Four people were now at risk of dying to rescue Peter who had made just 100 metres of descent in 12 hours. At this rate, all five might be dead by sunrise. This was the most difficult decision of his life, but Dan told Lhakpa to call on the radio and request the rescue team to come down. The four people in the tent in camp 3 sighed, held hands, mumbled prayers, cursed under their breath, and it was a horrible moment. The time was 2:30am on the 26th of May.
David and the other 3 sherpas arrived back in camp three at 5:30 in the morning with hypothermia, exhaustion, and frostbite.
His body remains on the mountain, which has become the permanent resting place for many climbers over the decades. It is unclear whether the Tibetan authorities plan to recover it and any attempt would be fraught with danger.
Gul Cosguner, his Turkish fiancée, made an impassioned plea for him to to be brought down. She said: “I want to see Peter come home.”

Thursday, October 7, 2010











your line
to position yourself
to know
a dilemma
only you could follow
on a point
no one in infinity
would ever care about
yet universes stretch out
through you to (me)





Tuesday, October 5, 2010

















Rosalba Carriera  was born in Chioggia near Venice on October 7, 1675. 
As a child, she began her artistic career by making lace-patterns for her mother.  As snuff-taking became popular, Rosalba began painting miniatures for the lids of snuffboxes and was the first painter to use ivory instead of vellum for this purpose.   She decorated snuffboxes with amorous subjects and from 1698 became a much admired miniaturist. This work evolved into portrait-painting for which she pioneered the exclusive use of pastel.









After painting a pastel portrait of the printmaker Antonio Maria Zanetti, for which she achieved considerable fame, Carriera received commissions from England's influential ambassador in Venice, Christian Cole, first Duke of Manchester. Carriera was admitted to the Accademia di San Luca in Rome in 1705.
She devoted herself to pastel potraits from 1708 on, a fashion she launched in France following her stay in Paris from April 1720 to March 1721.
On January 31, 1722  this pastel was officially accepted by acclamation at the Académie council sitting of February 28, 1722.
















The article published in the Mercure de France by Mariette, Crozat, and the Abbé de Maroulle describes her work:
It encapsulates all parts of painting, in terms of the color as well as the delicacy of touch; it contains all the graces and ornaments to which a half-figure may lay claim.
Mariette was a faithful admirer of the artist,

I find that in the airs of her heads [of women], Miss Rosalba puts much of the manner of Pietro Liberi; they are often the same characters and have the same shapes of mouth especially, with the difference that Rosalba's heads are much better colored than those of Liberi, and they have more freshness and  truth about them. Their fine color masks their imperfections for, it must be said, Rosalba is quite imperfect, but the same can be said of her as of Correggio: her imperfections aim high and may I believe be allowed her.

While the guest of French banker Pierre Crozat in Paris, she created portraits of Louis XV as a child and other members of the French aristocracy.
 














While there, she developed a friendship with Antoine Watteau, whose potrait she painted twice.   King George III collected her works and Frederick-Augustus II, Elector of Saxony, filled a room in his Dresden palace with more than one hundred of her pastels.



































She never married.
















In later life Carriera made a long journey to the court of the Poland.
She returned to venice and all the nobles of Europe flocked to her studio.









 




















She outlived all her family and fell blind possibly from her work in miniatures.  
















She endured two unsuccessful cataract operations and  spent her last years in a little house in Dorsoduro, Venice where she died on Friday  April 15, 1757.