An Aphorism

I had been flicking through the pages of an old journal, heavily laden with words, during my procedural typing up of the novel I'd been working on. As I turned the page, I spotted a pulled out note from a waiter's pad with just this message written on. I forget the context of it now, but can say that the intended inflection on 'is' carries a double meaning; the piece becomes like a simple teaching.

Never forget the
reason you breathe.
It is to live
and love
and die.

The Cat

I'd been working on a series of paintings, photographs and written pieces in conjunction of a certain theme... A lot of drink addled, late nights, 'junky' like behavior, and 'debauched', surrealist literature. Along with the reading and running around, I spent some time thinking about the way my work would relate these things to the sense of attainment that these experiences and exercises can also contain- a touch of the connectedness of all things, or the way that things happened or looked with a resonating poignancy in the early morning light. One night out, in an old abandoned house turned gallery, a friend had surreptitiously pointed out the accidental resemblance to a cat in the shape of some chipped paint and wallpaper on a concrete wall, as I'd just about come to the same conclusion and happened to be looking at the same thing.
   Sadly, the picture was a lot harder to capture due to the rocking of the boat I'd been embarked on.

 

Tenet on Love

After a brief review of this blog, one thing, among many, particularly struck me, which was the breadth of context I originally employed as ways of an introduction. Laziness or other things must have obviously proceeded to slacken my attention to that. In vein of an old, forgotten habit, then, I'll simply further explain: A while ago, before the end of last year, after reading various books, having a few occasions for thought, a few chance meetings, so on and so forth, I had struck upon a focus on the nature of growth, sharing, cohabitation, love and other vague nouns. I was keenly led by a 'Jodorowskian' sense of mysticism and wrote a 'quasi-religious' sermon on love and loving each other.

We must create our paradise,
first within the mind,
for, if we do not know it,
how will we know
when we see or stumble upon it?
We must first think, then act
so the world around us can be made
to fit our image-
as we are all made of this.
We must learn to sing aloud
and learn to give freely;
which is to renounce
the fraternity of vengeance,
and learn to share in happiness
so the  happiness of one
can become one and all's.-
Love one and all and love alike;
never forget the fervor through which love should exist,
and learn to live for this-
for life is short
but all the sweeter for it.
Give generously, without expectation of seeing
your gift returned; as hands are washed
to cleanse them, know no wrong
can come from opened hands-
to give is to be free
and its virtue is its own reward.
Flow, not through, but with all things
and you will overflow with happiness.

Observation from a window

Rain fell in petulant drops like
a flurry of snow; the leaves of
trees, in textured, patterned veils
rippled like the waves amidst the glimmering,
dancing light that weaved through all
the while; the jubilant moon that
stood still.