Littérature pour conjurer le trouble, le vertige de cette explosion ! oui !! virtuellement infinie d'images, (nous sommes tous des crapules) pour retrouver un fil conducteur (Ariane!--Au secours !!) dans ce labyrinthe de nos défaites. Que la fête à venir ne soit pas pour oublier le mal mais pour illustrer nos victoires ! ... P.S. : Je vous aime !
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes :
A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes
Qui bombinent autour des puanteurs cruelles,
Golfes d'ombre ; E, candeurs des vapeurs et des tentes,
Lances des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d'ombrelles ;
I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles
Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes ;
U, cycles, vibrements divins des mers virides,
Paix des pâtis semés d'animaux, paix des rides
Que l'alchimie imprime aux grands fronts studieux ;
O, suprême Clairon plein des strideurs étranges,
Silences traversés des Mondes et des Anges :
- O l'Oméga, rayon violet de Ses Yeux !Rimbaud, Arthur
mercredi 30 décembre 2009
On sex (entry on Starship for Yezi)
Sex is seen everywhere, a bit diversely but always highlighted, in western “culture”… Some caution with this word, culture, because mainstream here is devoted to instant. Plain instant that connect truly to nothing, real plain lack of spirit, so certainly not linked to infinity or any kind of eternity of anything.
Often seen like a sport here or a disease, but always essential to comfort ego. Sex is considered as a normal appetite ; a bit like drinking, water or whatever (alcohol, beer my dear), like eating… And more than often, quantity is considered rather than quality : so, the more sex the better for the infatuated ego. This could be the moto of narcissic individuals in western “culture”.
But since sex is reduce to a merchandise, here you have, like in all other aspects, those who have and those who have not : the rich and the poor. When you have not in this “field”, this add a whole new dimension to your misery.
“No money, no candy!” is the simplest thing. There is more than that. Being rejected for numerous reason, or because you choose to be yourself instead of imitate conventional things, affects you deep inside. If you have not already strong mind and spirit, if no attachment to powerful values does not save you, your self esteem is destroyed and your own life is at risk virtually at each heartbeat, each respiration is oppressed.
With widespread Freudian prejudice, they expect you with a set of neurosis. Looks and constraints all conspire to tame the savage beast. The poor guy who needs to fuck is the target for all wishful and other well behaving so-called respected citizen, and falls into sticky hands of sex industry, prostitutes, huge pornography showing.
You cannot live alone, under this spell and huge pressures, everywhere in publicity, in medias, without suffering at least some ailment, and most probably with established patterns, causing distorted in self, imaginations and mind set.
Connection with love is a major problem here, because true Love is more related with religion, since the whole dimension of the sacred is deeply involved, and sex is simply seen as a bodily function. More profane that that you die! Like drinking a glass of water… “Fountain, fountain… never say fountain I won’t drink…” are the common metaphors. Despair in the desert , every birds of love had flown away…
Of course, if, by any chance, Life was seen as sacred too… Oh then, it would make a huge difference. Because then, mind could reconciliate spirit and body, as the temple…
But in the process of massive industry, at shop were body is seen and used as tool of the machine that runs and plan production and consumption, body is functions and faculties put together into one organism, spoilable and expendable as mean of growth in Capital !
So, never mind sacred Life, you little robot of flesh and blood and hide your feelings in your nightmares. Do not disturb public order, rate at shop (follow rhythm of machine) and go to hell hide your love away ! No surprise so many fantasize them as "sex machines" !
But when people stop for a while and consider some wonders in life, when they sing that they “Dream of a white Christmas”, I dream of making love with a special Asian woman, and I think I know her name. Here I dream sex and Love can conjugate, but maybe sex is not that important after all, when warmth and lights are so high : you happen to see and feel things differently.
Yes, I choose to believe --against mainstream culture that wants not and will have no future--, that the body, with divine spark, is temple of spirit. I often think about that, try to meditate better and try to make a mind about that. I have to be strong… I have to become strong…
Oh, please, please, help me my dear !