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Worshipping the Bull: Part 3
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Worshipping the Bull: Part 3 Arakan, India: The Drishta and The Hours of Man (400 BC) The Hour of Blood stirs like Kali coiled in the womb, Spiders big as mangoes, hung on their threads Laughing and full moon howling with chit Circling the sky like a one-winged dove, black All our lives in rotation, chasing the ever night You! My sphere of ruby prana perfection, returning An uncut cabochon of solid liquid fire my love Edges begging to be precision-born, she will wait And that is how she appeared, and began to disappear The Hour of Bronze pushes your placenta out, Smelted in hues of lilac and peach pit wrinkles, Soaked in the essence of copper, wet rocks, The breath of tin, the irony of arsenic, Dong drums of the Red River Delta Tell us by hum-thumping a decaying sadness The burial of the dead and the seer sees, how She has become tragic, personal and unique And that is how we dance proclamations The Hour of Iron, bitter and fast muscles Like boiling ashes and like a spear point, Cutting through the grey wraith moments A crucible of wet limbs, my lover waits The innovative ones who worship bulls Farm the savannah and take the land Of their neighbors, prospering in pain� And that is how taking worked sharp time The Hour of Paper began with monks Scrapping pulp in Southern Chinese caves, Wrapping a solute jovial being for his journey Across sands, upon horses, camels, tinkling Whores wearing bells upon bruised ankles Dainty words - the trick of reincarnation What was a tree is now an idea� prophet What was an idea is now a fact� namaste And that is how language grew and prospered The Hour of Glass danced iodine on gashes Silica eating into the flames of the desert Liquid, it birthed (rendering fat) shards into Prismatic teachings like who Kneel, whispering, dry papers shuffling Something translucent, capable of blinding The stories sorting us, and revealing much Quaker hymns simplicity, Minarets charm And that is how playmates grow into strangers The Hour of Steel strode across the lands The Iron galloped and cotton shackled Miraculous, bellowing looms churned, lint Here and there grew glint skyward towers, In the corner an Old Man made of granite Waits and watches the place of the whales He�ll settle her humming bones, grind wastes Today�s diet silt glacier deposits oozing bloat And that gush is how the way of the Mother dies The Hour of Dust will begin in the East, or - Will it begin in the West? Invited thieves, Tinkers, tailors, soldiers, spies - dancing The whole earth shedding a shock awe tear In the desert blooming a kaleidoscope till We throw the confetti and blow rag-tag horns Parades cheering on destruction, absolution Has become obscenely Technicolor mundane And that is Kali slamming down thunderbolts ------------------------------------------------------ The Ages of Man are the stages of human existence on the Earth according to Classical mythology. Two classical authors in particular offer accounts of the successive ages of mankind, which tend to progress from an original, long-gone age in which humans enjoyed a nearly divine existence to the current age of the writer, in which humans are beset by innumerable pains and evils. In the two accounts that survive from ancient Greece and Rome, this degradation of the human condition over time is indicated symbolically with metals of successively decreasing value. The Indian teachings differentiate the four world ages (Yugas) not according to metals, but according to quality depicted as colors, whereby the white color is the purest quality and belongs to the first, ideal age. These colors were originally assigned to the planet Jupiter, Saturn, Mercury and Mars just like the metals. After the world fall at the end of the fourth, worst age (the Kali yuga) the cycle should be continued, eventually culminating in a new golden age. ---------------------- Prana - is the Sanskrit word meaning �vital life.� It is one of the five organs of vitality or sensation (prana �breath�, vac �speech,� caksus �sight,� shrotra �hearing,� and manas �thought.� (nose, mouth, eyes, ears, and mind.) Chit- is a Sanskrit word meaning �awareness.� It is a core principle in all ancient religions originating from the Indian subcontinent. It is the Sense of all the physical and mental senses. In the epic poem/religious text �Upanishads it is referred to as The Drishta or The Seer. The Sense that makes sense of all other sensual experiences. ------------------- Ancient Vedic literature, the foundation of the whole literature of India, has been handed down in that country in an unbroken succession from the earliest times within the recollection of man to the present day, became known for the first time beyond the frontiers of India through the Upanishads. �Whoever sees all beings in the soul and the soul in all beings... What delusion or sorrow is there for one who sees unity? It has filled all. It is radiant, incorporeal, invulnerable... Wise, intelligent, encompassing, self-existent, It organizes objects throughout eternity.� �from the Upanishads ------------------ "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players, They have their exits and entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws, and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide, For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." -Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166) ------------------- Yakshas/Yakshinis are a kind of Hindu supernatural being, usually inoffensive, but sometimes troublesome. Yakshas/Yakshinis seem to have been somewhat analogous to the fairies of other countries. The male is a Yaksha, the female is a Yakshini. Yakshinis and Yakshas are highly sexual beings who can also be likened to the Biblical succubus/succubi (male and female demons who come to humans in dreams and at night, seducing and ravaging them.) -------------------- Biography: Wikipedia � The Ages of Man Wikipedia - Upsanishads Wikipedia - Yakshi answers dot cum definition "Yaksha/Yakshini" The 'Seven Ages of Man' Speech from "As You Like It," by William Shakespeare ------------------ Image: Yakshini found on the side of a temple, image from Wikipedia (location of temple unknown)       |
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Dear Stephen, I have no intention of banning you, but I will say you seem to not have really gotten what this poem was about. That's totally ok, not every work of art needs to be understood to be appreciated. In fact, many times I don't understand someone's visual art but I like it enough to take the time to learn more about it, to appreciate it, to consider it, and to compliment the artist (if possible.) So, thank you. Sorry for the delay in reply, I have had a rather frustrating week and not been much in the mood for blogging till last night/today. As to what this poem IS about, I put it to you to read all the research and consider how humanity has grown and changed over the passage of time and to consider reincarnation and how an individual also can grow and change over the passage of time. It is about those things. The Shakespeare quote is about a human's changes/growth over time, the Ages of Man remarks relate to history and humanity. One thing I left off my research here that I could have included was a bit of investigation into the Stone Age, Bronze Age, Iron Age, and beyond. For example, if you wikipedia Bronze Age, you'll see a reference to the Red River Delta in Asia, and bronze drums. If you felt like it, that is. Thanks for your comments, MT Stephen
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Living in Kali Yuga is very hard ( for Honest ones) Everything was here when we came and Everything will be here when we leave. MT
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magnificent...I enjoyed this immensely, the weaving such a tapestry of culture and effect....hugs and kisses j xox I was thinking about the post where you begin to talk about Aborigines, J., and how their stories and artwork will impact and influence your writing. Is it possible and do you think you could put some of those stories in with the poems, in this same fashion? I'd like to say I am familiar with their stories and myths, but that would be a lie. I know of very basic visual art concepts, and even that I sort of would feel ashamed to discuss with any credence, at this point. Just an idea? Thanks for the love, generous support, and for GETTING ME. Love, MT
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hey, nice quilt! thanks for sharing the research. i use wikipedia alot too... the bull, the Alpha, Presence. collisions! nothing like a patterned quilt! No need to pick on other bloggers commenting. Although I am sure you meant to help him, I believe Stephen just wanted to try to connect with me, and there's nothing wrong with that. Having said that, "presence" is definitely part of this poem. Being in the here and now, and seeing the world as a series of interconnected relationships...and understanding how one's actions and choices impact the Earth- that's all part of this poem. Do you know "The Wasteland" by T. S. Eliot? That easily could also have been in my research area, but there comes a point where even the most diligent of readers might throw in the towel (come ON MT, really? You expect us to read YOUR poem and a 5 page poem by T. S. Eliot? F U MT) Plus, see what I wrote to Stephen. Cause I don't feel like rephrasing it and retyping it for you, boogaloo. Have a great day! MT
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..as in I'm aware that I don't belong on this blog. Ya know, I used to be able to tap into my inner resources quite easily...now, it's like booring to bedrock...thnx for the inspiration SoooHorny, I knew MT wouldn't indulge me...she's probably got her finger above the ban button right now.! Stephen I have no intention of banning you, but I will say you seem to not have really gotten what this poem was about. That's totally ok, not every work of art needs to be understood to be appreciated. In fact, many times I don't understand someone's visual art but I like it enough to take the time to learn more about it, to appreciate it, to consider it, and to compliment the artist (if possible.) So, thank you. Sorry for the delay in reply, I have had a rather frustrating week and not been much in the mood for blogging till last night/today. As to what this poem IS about, I put it to you to read all the research and consider how humanity has grown and changed over the passage of time and to consider reincarnation and how an individual also can grow and change over the passage of time. It is about those things. The Shakespeare quote is about a human's changes/growth over time, the Ages of Man remarks relate to history and humanity. One thing I left off my research here that I could have included was a bit of investigation into the Stone Age, Bronze Age, Iron Age, and beyond. For example, if you wikipedia Bronze Age, you'll see a reference to the Red River Delta in Asia, and bronze drums. If you felt like it, that is. Thanks for your comments, MT
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Dear Lets, I am so glad. I really felt a bit swervy and unsteady with this whole project, and I think part of the reason was the rest of my life outside my writing of course impacts on my writing and influences it. Another friend asked me about that last night. It's been a rough few weeks. Between the mugging, a man I care about having behaved oddly (see "Gone") and earlier this week my cat passing away, I just haven't felt as bloggy as usual. However, the universe is very good about balancing things, if you pay attention. I have a new kitten (named her Isis), I just got a new job for double the salary (and with a much more reasonable and consistent schedule), and I am going to a party tonight. Plus the weird man thing is resolving its' self (we shall see how that goes)... And I think all of this came together to make a poem creation process of especially bleak and complex moments. Thank you for your friendship and support (and the super foxy picture that always makes me want to see the rest of you) XO MT
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have a look into the word awareness steven. you don't need anything from anyone. you have it all inside, perhaps just need to learn to tap into it. Stephen
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6/23/2010 10:38 pm |
hey, nice quilt! thanks for sharing the research. i use wikipedia alot too... the bull, the Alpha, Presence. collisions! nothing like a patterned quilt! [post 2856614] This is the really small writing... in bold how 'bout RAINBOW colors?
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6/23/2010 10:35 pm |
You lost me at chit,(I thought it said clit), but then again, I fully recognize that I don't belong on your page. Way above me, and your followers,too..but before I get the hook, may I say that I disagree about the unity. Nothing is more empowering than unity, disillusioned as it may be, it breeds confidence and desire when we don't have enough inside and need a boost. We find it in friends..or sometimes enemies if we allow it. Stephen Did I get the gist this time? I am so not into poems. [post 2856614] This is the really small writing... in bold how 'bout RAINBOW colors?
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You lost me at chit,(I thought it said clit), but then again, I fully recognize that I don't belong on your page. Way above me, and your followers,too..but before I get the hook, may I say that I disagree about the unity. Nothing is more empowering than unity, disillusioned as it may be, it breeds confidence and desire when we don't have enough inside and need a boost. We find it in friends..or sometimes enemies if we allow it. Stephen Did I get the gist this time? I am so not into poems.
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Living in Kali Yuga is very hard ( for Honest ones) Everything was here when we came and Everything will be here when we leave.
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magnificent...I enjoyed this immensely, the weaving such a tapestry of culture and effect....hugs and kisses j xox
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I see the research and the pieces floating in space. I am fascinated and can't wait to see them fall into place forming the whole. MT
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Actually, I do this for myself - mainly. The research and quotes you see are par for the course in most of my writing, what is different or new here is that I am displaying that more overtly. But really, many of my other poems had just as many links and references potentially included. I just decided to (in these instances, with this bull worship stuff) display it more. Something like a magician showing how the trick is done, if I may be so bold. Did you like the poem part? MT
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I see the research and the pieces floating in space. I am fascinated and can't wait to see them fall into place forming the whole.     
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