infinite progress |
The crucible of the ritual at the end of whichyou look back to yourself,your little body,across the waters,with sympathy As in the long hallways and caves of repeating mirrors Reflecting a doubled ima...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Feb 2009 19:40:00 GMT |
Superstitions |
Take this split fruit, wrapped in red cloth,bury it in your yard, let it hibernate,a bomb waiting to be set off.Ouroboros, wrap your teeth aroundthis dried heart; repeat the incantationas best you can...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 22:33:00 GMT |
Look and Listen |
11-11-01: He came across some Arabic chatter south of Detroit. Echoes from the crackling surveillance bounced around the chrome edges of the room. It was a Muslim woman, talking to a relative, her sis...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 21:59:00 GMT |
my favorite story. |
...as told by Joseph Campbell..." There is a wonderful story in one of the Upanishads about the god Indra. Now, it happened at this time that a great monster had enclosed all the waters of the earth, ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 22:08:00 GMT |
