I'm in that predatory, hunting place, again... (Rush - [Tom Sawyer]). I want to go out, and rend the walls of reality, or, at the very least, play a circle chase. I want to lead someone somewhere, and let them think they're leading me, so I can see the surprise, when they realise... I want to run, walk, hunt, howl, smoke, glare, and instil fear with a word. The right word, the chosen, spoken, found word can make all the difference. And the context is a fucking killer.
I want to dance the Harliquinade, around a Lokian bonfire, Odin's moon, and Raven's Sun and Stars... Glittering there.... I want to sing the silence, that anti-sound, and that perfict negative pitch. Knowing what's not to know, always, and barely paying attention to what most say we should...
Tom Waits - [Fawn]--- "I care. I care Too Much! Whether I care about the right things, or not, Reasonable Men can differ, but no one can say I don't care!" -- The Devil
The question, then, is to find that right frequency, and stay there, for a while, and i hit a key note, today, Re-reading The Books of Magic. I had a conversation with Seth, a while ago, about Chaos and Order,a nd Balance, and how, to be balanced, one must serve Chaos And Order. (Tori Amos - [Lust]). Fully came to the realissation, today, of what that means... How much each duality must encompass the other, if it is to truly express itself. I love that shit... I want to break it all, burn it all down, continue it from go, stasis, regeneration, dynamic and static, spinning so fast i stand still and not moving so hard i fucking Hum.
That's all i want, right now... That and a throat for my teeth, and flesh for my nails... A pulse next to my tongue, and a heartbeat, in counter-point... Specific, in one sense, universal in the others... Think about it, and you know.
I'm out to occupy my time. Bide.
{12.35am:Nellie McKay - [Work Song]--- Also? This is how i feel most days, these days: http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/hello/304250/1024/Anansi_hires-2005.03.07-20.42.42.jpg }
I want to dance the Harliquinade, around a Lokian bonfire, Odin's moon, and Raven's Sun and Stars... Glittering there.... I want to sing the silence, that anti-sound, and that perfict negative pitch. Knowing what's not to know, always, and barely paying attention to what most say we should...
Tom Waits - [Fawn]--- "I care. I care Too Much! Whether I care about the right things, or not, Reasonable Men can differ, but no one can say I don't care!" -- The Devil
The question, then, is to find that right frequency, and stay there, for a while, and i hit a key note, today, Re-reading The Books of Magic. I had a conversation with Seth, a while ago, about Chaos and Order,a nd Balance, and how, to be balanced, one must serve Chaos And Order. (Tori Amos - [Lust]). Fully came to the realissation, today, of what that means... How much each duality must encompass the other, if it is to truly express itself. I love that shit... I want to break it all, burn it all down, continue it from go, stasis, regeneration, dynamic and static, spinning so fast i stand still and not moving so hard i fucking Hum.
That's all i want, right now... That and a throat for my teeth, and flesh for my nails... A pulse next to my tongue, and a heartbeat, in counter-point... Specific, in one sense, universal in the others... Think about it, and you know.
I'm out to occupy my time. Bide.
{12.35am:Nellie McKay - [Work Song]--- Also? This is how i feel most days, these days: http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/hello/304250/1024/Anansi_hires-2005.03.07-20.42.42.jpg }