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Category: Altered States
4 comments8 Feb 2004 @ 14:24 by swan : I love the dream mind!
it is such a fertile landscape where anything can happen, entertaining, obsurd, disturbing, unpredictable....what a place.
12 Feb 2004 @ 14:14 by Devante Galeno @184.108.40.206 : Dicotomía del ser y el estar en la vida:
Sueña el rico en su riqueza,
que más cuidados le ofrece;
sueña el pobre que padece
su miseria y su pobreza;
sueña el que a medrar empieza,
sueña el que afana y pretende,
sueña el que agravia y ofende,
y en el mundo, en conclusión,
todos sueñan lo que son,
aunque ninguno lo entiende.
Yo sueño que estoy aquí
destas prisiones cargado,
y soñé que en otro estado
más lisonjero me vi.
¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí;
¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,
una sombra, una ficción,
y el mayor bien es pequeño;
que toda la vida es sueño,
y los sueños, sueños son.
~ "La vida es sueño", Calderón de la Barca
13 Feb 2004 @ 12:01 by swan : Thinks that happen at Mid Night...
when the veils are thin magic creeps into the room. The music is perfect for the Mid Night magic.
Here is a piece from the book I am working on, about the night...
It came to pass
that as Venus,
the Evening Star, Hesperus,
shed its gentle light above the
on the Island of Heaven
something stirred inside of the egg....
In the blue darkness
of this particular evening,
a greenish yellow
encircled the egg.
All at once,
a threadlike crack
appeared on it's surface.
the nest began to quicken,
and the crack widened.
In an instant,
there was a flicker of light,
a sprinkling of stardust
and a glow that filled the room
as a child,
and half swan
emerged from the egg
and stood amazed
in the center of the room.
She shook the dew from
her glistening soft skin
and the dampness from her wings
as they outstretched behind her.
This happened very slowly
as her eyes adjusted to the light,
and her body adjusted to movement.
13 Feb 2004 @ 15:20 by koravya : Rubric's cube
Thursday night into Friday morning, February twelfth into the thirteenth. Temperatures are cold for this part of the world. I remember a gizmo called a Rubrics Cube. It was a puzzle in colors. Each of the six sides of the cube is subdivided into nine squares of color. Nine intersecting planes traverse the three dimensions of the cube, and the objective of the puzzle is to find all nine squares of each color on each of the six sides of the cube. The finite number of possible combinations of cubical distributions of colored squares is large, and there are some interesting configurations along the path towards the objective. One might take an analytical approach towards the solution, and be surprised by intuitively coherent results along the way. What do you think happens when the objective is achieved? Would you like to sit there and stare at it forever, the perfect configuration? After so much of that, it becomes logically and intuitively necessary to recreate chaos, for the sole purpose of exploring for another path towards the objective.
The quarter is drawing to a close, down to the time of the last one or two classes for the various courses. All final projects, research papers and presentations are coming due, and I am now looking forward to prolonged sessions of critical reading. When I asked a group of my Comp One students if they had learned anything and what it might have been this quarter in this course, one reluctant but diligent student said that he learned how to set himself down and with determination apply an effort to getting something out and down. Writing is not a part of this mans everyday life. His style is relatively clear depending on the nature of the message being delivered. Grammatical problems are not that serious but sometimes interfere. All I can do is point him in a direction to indicate the kinds of things he needs to be careful about if he wishes to clearly express his ideas, thoughts, and images. On Tuesday evening, he wrote a wonderful little two-page story about one of his childhood experiences
in the Tennessee hill country outside Knoxville, when he and some of his buddies went romping through the forest one day playing games when they came upon a moonshiners still, and how for sure that they had to get out of there fast, because moonshiners dont like nobody knowing where theyre at.
Other entries in Altered States
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17 Apr 2007 @ 15:43: The Ascended Masters
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2 Feb 2006 @ 01:15: A Dream in Time !!
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