i am an artist based in dublin, ireland. i paint and write poetry and prose. this blog contains short stories, poetry, photographs and music. i have recently developed an illustrated word project in collaboration with dutch composer, trian kayhatu. it grew from words undone sharings and the musical compositions of trian. it is entitled 'art undone'. the link to this site is below. welcome to my worldS!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Kate Bush Flower Of The Mountain ~ reciting Molly Bloom
...I have been with you from the beginning, and I am that which is attained at the end of desire...
Within modern literature, language is both ‘excessive’ and ‘deficient’; excessive, because words are accumulated in a potentially infinite number of permutations in an attempt to describe ‘the living body of desire’; deficient, because the ineffability of desire escapes representation in language, thus shattering the illusion of language as a transparent form of communication...
'My diary is a mirror telling the story of a dreamer who, a long long time ago went through life the way one reads a book.'
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There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.
William Blake (1757-1827) had access to tantric techniques of psychoerotic meditation in order to achieve spiritual vision.
He has long been treasured as an artist and poet whose work was born out of authentic spiritual vision. The acutely personal, almost otherworldly look of his artwork, combined with its archetypal casting and depth of emotion, transcend societal conventions and ordinary experience.
Much of the overtly sexual work has been destroyed or altered, deemed too heretical by conservative elements among the mystic Moravians and Swedenborgians, whose influence on Blake has been uncovered only recently.
(Marsha Keith Schuchard author of William Blake's Sexual Path to Spiritual Vision)
Karl Brulloff - A Dream of a Girl Before a Sunrise
Dreams by Anais Nin
Dreams pass into the reality of action...From the action stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
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