Casillero del Diablo
Arise, lamentations of the damned Below, the cauldron seething The allegory of the abyss Breath of Dante’s dulcet sweating Into to the pit, the poet plunges Weeping words from infernal pen Flows blood-red wine from open vein Upon fine cambric, stains From legend and myopic myth Fiendish crimson orbs agleam Furtive fingers beckoning The blackened knife tips scything And resolute does the stylus scratch Deep in hellish halls Trembling walls take captive Binding bard to vellum pale A writhing wraith, her flaming veil Dances ’round sinister stones Her feet upon the frenzied pyre Scatters tormented tomes The quivered quill composes To dispel ensorcelled charms But into death the fabulist falls Upon her febrile arms O’ cursed Scribe, evermore the plume And soul mate crepuscule dweller Sightless vision within his brain Bleeds madness in his cellar...
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Mayan carved stone skull Copán Ruinas, Honduras Dedicated to the memory of Carl Theodor Dreyer Suffused light Shadowed brow Eye windows A doorway through the lips A film running Through a transcendent camera Words hang From silent banners Forsaking all color We play within Ombré scenes Awaiting the Vampyr Not impassioned cries Nor the tears of Jeanne d’Arc Shall dissuade The eaters of flesh Through windblown marram The sand grain inscribes our faces With a message of humanity Our scars will tell the story There is none so profound As to believe in no end Of time that passes Though we have passed Our love today Shall be tomorrow In a different realm No longer enchained For the death of love Gives rise to despair The depth of love Gives rise to life LiNdA...
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Scene from “Alphaville: une étrange aventure de Lemmy Caution”, French science fiction film noir by Jean-Luc Godard, 1965 If to use the senses Is to remove ones self From the realm of logic Then let us enter a realm Where our senses Do not convey an emotion And in this realm Where we do not convey A feeling Then we need not trouble ourselves If the feelings of another Are not taken into account And the journey becomes One long sequence of events Where past and future do not matter A spaceship in motion Moving to no destination And therefore to no end And I would Fly in this spaceship With you forever...
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Of an ordinary evening Of an ordinary day With an ordinary sky And an ordinary star But the fact that We have classified These things as ordinary Dictates that they are, in fact, Not Ordinary For what is ordinary Inside The Black Hole In which we reside? Absolute time is dispossessed And aeons pass Before we experience The Great Event But just when we think It is over It begins anew Before it has finished And in this manner We exist From one conjucture To the next Fillings our minds With morsels of matter Of what will come Before the End of the Beginning Until the moment of A colossal burst In which all Time Erupts fantastically Energy and Spirit Mind and Matter Cataclysmically Blown apart Only to reunite Pulling inwardly Each Particle and Atom To a new formation Awhirl in Pulsations Gravitations Radiations And Annihilations Spinning endlessly Saturated The Flotsam and Jetsam Of the Universe LiNdA...
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Aurora borealis – Fairbanks, Alaska Kevin Schafer, October 2003 On September 1 – 2, 1859, one of the largest geomagnetic storms on record was observed and recorded by English astronomers Richard C. Carrington and Richard Hodgson. Telecommunications throughout Europe and North America were disrupted, and millions witnessed magnificent aurorae around the world. The magnetic storm Has bound us together With flares of crimson And ruby flames While soft vapors Caress our brows And anoint our bodies With emeralds and sapphires And all around Voluminous clouds Avert their eyes and blush At the rapture...
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