Blue

I'd like to meet:

YOU
Why else would I be here?
Not trying to hook up on MySpace though.
Real life works a lot better for that.

SENSATION

Par les soirs bleus d'ete, j'irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les bles, fouler l'herbe menue:
Rêveur, j'en sentirai la fraîcheur a mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien:
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'ame,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohemien,
Par la Nature, -- heureux comme avec une femme.

On blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream, I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.

I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gypsy,
Through the countryside, - happy as if I were with a woman.

-Arthur Rimbaud

from THE SHELTERING SKY

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustable well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply part of your being that you, that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.

-Paul Bowles

from THE CIRCULAR RUINS

For what was happening had happened many centuries ago.
The ruins of the fire god's sanctuary were destroyed by fire.
In a birdless dawn the magician saw the concentric blaze
close round the walls. For a moment, he thought of taking
refuge in the river, but then he knew that death was coming
to crown his old age and absolve him of his labors. He
walked into the shreds of flame. But they did not bite
into his flesh, they caressed him and engulfed him without
heat or combustion. With relief, with humiliation, with
terror, he understood that he too was a mere appearance,
dreamt by another.

-Jorge Luis Borges

ALL WATCHED OVER BY MACHINES OF LOVING GRACE

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.

-Richard Brautigan

HYMNE A LA BEAUTE

Que tu viennes du ciel ou de l'enfer, qu'importe,
O Beaute! monstre enorme, effrayant, ingenu!
Si ton oeil, ton souris, ton pied, m'ouvrent la porte
D'un Infini que j'aime et n'ai jamais connu?

De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe? Ange ou Sirene,
Qu'importe, si tu rends, — fée aux yeux de velours,
Rythme, parfum, lueur, o mon unique reine! —
L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?

HYMN TO BEAUTY

Whether you come from heaven or from hell, who cares,
O Beauty! Huge, fearful, ingenuous monster!
If your regard, your smile, your foot, open for me
An Infinite I love but have not ever known?

From God or Satan, who cares? Angel or Siren,
Who cares, if you make, — fay with the velvet eyes,
Rhythm, perfume, glimmer; my one and only queen!
The world less hideous, the minutes less leaden?

-Charles Baudelaire

Music:

Movies:

Those two gentlemen would be none other than Akira Kurosawa & Andrei Tarkovsky. Now if I could borrow 1/10 of 1% of their genius...

Television:

TV's not that good for you...

Books:

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BURN BOOKS TO DESTROY A CULTURE. JUST GET PEOPLE TO STOP READING THEM. - RAY BRADBURY
Jorge Luis Borges
The blind sage of modern literature
Hunter S. Thompson in Big Sur
Charles Bukowski,
a poet of the streets
Friedrich Nietzsche,
a philosopher for all and none
Maldoror and Poems
Paul Bowles: The Sheltering Sky/ Let It Come Down/ The Spider's House
The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens
Man and His Symbols
Thus Spoke Zarathustra : A Book for All and None
The Stranger
Sexual Personae : Art & Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson
Naked Lunch: The Restored Text
The Power of Myth
Colossus of Maroussi
The Dhammapada : A New Translation of the Buddhist Classic
Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings
Forty Studies that Changed Psychology
The World As Will and Representation (Volume 1)
The Wild Palms
Story of the Eye
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
The Iliad of Homer
Cleansing the Doors of Perception : The Religious Significance of Entheogenic Plants and Chemicals
A Season in Hell and The Drunken Boat
Mindfield: New & Selected Poems
Positively Fifth Street
A Clockwork Orange
The Bhagavad Gita
Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders

Heroes:

Gandhi, Christ, Dalai Lama, Buddha, Mother Theresa, Dr. King, and all those who dedicate their lives to those who do not have when they themselves could have all the riches and pleasures of this world.