When you look at people it’s amazing what actually although arguably they would never admit it goes on inside their head and on their head, which she thinks is their thought processor intel 8.
A clean-living working man. Very nice person with children. Works hard to make a crust. Helps with a charity. Is funny and likable. Very respectable. Doesn’t drive.
when he presents beautiful life models @thelongyardstudio
But the sordid mind that is there is beyond comprehension. The desires and capabilities of this hidden aspect is craving exposure and pleasure. It needs the place and the internet has the place ‘texting’ now ‘sexting’.
When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance
When I opened that silver box-something happened-
Hemingway Happened-Durcan Happened-Kenneally Happened-Heaney Happened-Plath Happened-Duffy Happened-Peter Happened-Andrew Happened-Huxley Happened-Styron Happpened-Spinoza Happened………on and on Larkin o fuck all this fuck this shoddy deliverance from untold celery seeds sprouting on the cold steel scalpal scratching the wound. And the blood flows-drip feeding the shoes as he walks-Continue reading When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance
There is no evidence of a creator there was no evidence of us destroying the Earth why do we have to see it to believe it: #culturalcannibalisation #disintgration #sculptures #decay #theEND #toolate
It’s hard to imagine or explain the intrinsic affect a muse has on your internal world. It becomes a mass of confusion – exposed- and at the same time subsumed by a mantle of desire and resistance.
It’s agonal and Lazarus coming together.
The breath is excoriated by unannounced whimpers of assent, how to describe this whimper or expelling of tiny gasps, it’s like breathing in and out his spirit, the sound of a crampon digging into the snow.
It never materialises just vaporises throughout the body leaving a simulacra on the inner shell, curling slowly around the organs and resting on the libido, it’s a killing sensation of rapture.
The rapture when the breath peaks is pleasure beyond thought.
And the muse is not even there. If he was it would be death by breath.
Then you let it go.
Unless the muse is a willing and participatory ingredient in the mix-you will lose control-so absolutely overpowering is this fervid entanglement- it will create actions the antithesis of what is considered the norm.
The muse-artist togetherness puts the psyche into a creative, sexually releasing energy putting demands on both of them-the key is resisting.
Resistance the hindrance to the flow of charge.
Hence creativity. It’s hard.
Why does everything pleasurable involve resistance.
Why does compliance bring out ‘Fake Plastic Trees'(radiohead).
How and why did the muse enter the infundibular holy grail of this shit holding temple?
The willpower paradox is the idea that people may do things better by focusing less directly on doing them, implying that the direct exertion of volition may not always be the most powerful way to accomplish a goal.
The dream in itself does nothing. It’s the causation that transcends it and carries you on to fulfillment beyond your wildest dreams.
Dreams have a wildness to them only because they are uncontrollable- it is the receiver that tries to exert knowledge and meaning onto them, leave them alone and they will expose themselves unknowingly to you.
There is no meaning only man’s and that is made up.
In philosophy and mathematics, Newcomb’s paradox, also referred to as Newcomb’s problem, is a thought experiment involving a game between two players, one of whom purports to be able to predict the future. Whether the problem actually is a paradox is disputed.
my mother, your mother,their mother, mothers, Mary the Mother, sister, daughter, niece,aunt, Language transferred from gutter thoughts in mind to social media to gutter press.
NEMESIS was the goddess of indignation against, and retribution for, evil deeds and undeserved good fortune. She was a personification of the resentment aroused in men by those who commited crimes with apparent impunity, or who had inordinate good fortune.
Nemesis directed human affairs in such a way as to maintain equilibrium. Her name means she who distributes or deals out. Happiness and unhappiness were measured out by her, care being taken that happiness was not too frequent or too excessive. If this happened, Nemesis could bring about losses and suffering. As one who checked extravagant favours by Tykhe (Tyche) (Fortune), Nemesis was regarded as an avenging or punishing divinity.
In myth Nemesis was particularly concerned with matters of love. She appears as an avenging agent in the stories of Narkissos and Nikaia, whose callous actions brought about the death of their wooers. In some versions of the Trojan War, she was the mother of Helene, and is shown in scenes of her seduction by Paris pointing an accusing finger at the girl.
Nemesis was often sometimes depicted as a winged goddess. Her attributes were apple-branch, rein, lash, sword, or balance. Her name was derived from the Greek words nemêsis and nemô, meaning “dispenser of dues.” The Romans usually used the Greek name of the goddess but sometimes also named her Invidia (Jealousy) and Rivalitas (Jealous Rivalry).
THE MOUSAI (Muses) were the goddesses of music, song and dance, and the source of inspiration to poets. They were also goddesses of knowledge, who remembered all things that had come to pass. Later the Mousai were assigned specific artistic spheres: Kalliope (Calliope), epic poetry; Kleio (Clio), history; Ourania (Urania), astronomy; Thaleia (Thalia), comedy; Melpomene, tragedy; Polymnia (Polyhymnia), religious hymns; Erato, erotic poetry; Euterpe, lyric poetry; and Terpsikhore (Terpsichore), choral song and dance.
THE ELAPHOS KERYNITIS (or Cerynitian Hind) was a golden-horned deer sacred to the goddess Artemis. Some say the deer was a gift from the Nymph Taygete and was one of five, the other four drawing the chariot of the goddess.
Herakles was sent to fetch it as one of his twelve labours. After chasing the swift animal for a full year he finally captured it on Mount Artemision in Arkadia. When the goddess Artemis complained at the treatment of her animal, whose horn the hero had broken off in the struggle, he persuaded her to let him borrow it for the completion of his Labour.
The hind may have been assigned a Constellation like the other beasts of Herakles’ labours.
