To Melissa
2013/02/23 2 Comments
The shore is awaiting the evasive shadow…
Your eyelashes are tremblingly eager
Like your fading glance
Reaching far a purple dream
The season
The melting silk
The mute swan
They all wait
For the return
We never departed
2013/02/14 4 Comments
All these fleeing moments…
All these joys and all these sorrows…
These departures and
these never-coming-backs…
And yet,
We never departed …
We are THE SECRET PLACE…
The ever-growing breath of no becoming …
A reply to Heidi
2012/12/14 4 Comments
You see,
I don´t want to reach “all the people all the time”. If I manage to reach You, if you allow my words TO PERMEATE YOU, in that readiness the new kind of energy I keep talking about can be created.
That energy is your readiness to be touched – that is the feedback I call for.
We need great honesty. The courage to see things differently, to listen, trust, question and reach out.
We need above all COURAGE TO EMBRACE OUR REAL EMOTIONS, whatever they may be.
We live in a horribly sterile age, and we have to recognize this fact if we want to make a difference.
Why do you think your poetry was sitting on a shelf gathering dust? Why do you think my music shares the same destiny?
Because there is no living context today to share poetry, music and love.
These natural expressions have become some kind of either the privilege of some lunatics, “excentric rubbish” or superfluous undertaking – as nobody is interested in real emotion anymore.
Life has to meet life, otherwise I can recite my poetry or play my compositions to a wall…
THIS IS THE REASON WHY I WANTED TO START MIRRORS OF ENCOUNTERS:
Out of an inner urge to create true contact, some kind of extended context where, truth,
true knowledge and Art can blossom.
TRUE EMOTIONAL ENCOUNTERS GENERATE LIFE AND INSPIRATION.
God knows why, but people – for an unfathomable reason – DON´T WANT TO BE
TOUCHED ANYMORE, DON´T WANT TO FEEL ANYTHING.
Everything feels so hollow, because people refuse to look within, dismissing their feelings.
THEY REFUSE TO SEE HOW THEY REALLY FEEL. They want to remain dumb, numb,
hollow and indifferent.
It is this indifference to one another, but above all, this indifference I see in people when it comes to acknowledging their inner life, makes me infuriated.
Whatever is true has to be reciprocated – above all – in ourselves. To let that inspiration sink within us.
To give ourselves, but also one another, a little more space, patience, vivid and
genuine interest and loving attention.
Whatever you give yourself, that is, your emotions in unadulterated form, will reach out to me and everyone around.
A portrait of woman today
2012/12/12 4 Comments
David939 says:
Women are the ones that tend to put so much emphasis on the romantic version of love and yet in my mind really have no idea how to find and keep that kind of love. When I have “loved” a woman I have done whatever I could to make her feel comfortable, cared for, important and loved. In return, because of their inability to exercise self-control, inability to be insightful into the way they act…starting expecting more from me than I was willing to give. In the end I was labelled as lazy and uncaring…and a misogynist. Today I am happy to be labelled as whatever someone sees fit. I have found someone who views and respects the action of love as I do and in the process I am free to speak out honestly against anyone that twists their version of love to suit only their own self-gratification.
Me:
I do hear your words.
What I can say is that our modern crisis is the direct outcome of women being totally
fucked up – that is, more or less estranged from whatever “natural femininity” entails.
There are undoubtedly some very few interesting women on the planet, but all in all,
woman today has become a terrible nuisance. A disaster:
Vanity, vanity, vanity in unthinkable forms, emotional poverty, – that would be rather appropriate to say total absence of emotions, – surface and only surface again in different versions, stupidity and fussiness, and above all a total disinterest for passion, decency, generosity, beauty, poetry or real love. Women seem to live and nourish themselves with their constant revenge on man. Man is to the only one to be blamed and hold responsible for their failing as women…So incredibly redundant…So unspeakably mean and meaningless…
Their only interests is to dominate, control, manipulate and punish man. Punishment is
The Recurrent Theme in everything.
They are so immensely boring, bloated and self-infatuated, humorless, huffy and fatuously predictable…They think they are entitled to get everything, but they give nothing in return…I have really wondered many times, how man puts up with average woman…
The women I cared for and loved, wanted to destroy me. Literally. They couldn´t stand my honest and innocent love. Of course, I admit I fell the victim of my own projection choosing a certain type of women..but still…I came to the conclusion that they cannot stand genuine feeling, purity, dignity, decency and straightforwardness.
They despise all these things, generally preferring all kind of absurd and twisted relations with uncouth men lying to them, demean and make them suffer. This type of savage man keeps them in “constant surprise.”
A girl I met confessed openly that if I am supposed to reach out to her, I have to literally lie to her. She was not at all interested to hear any truth…She at least admitted that…
Man has his portion of guilt in all this, but again, how can we be different when Real Motherhood has become nothing but a forlorn myth…?
Am I a misogynist speaking so bluntly?…Maybe I am…But that´s what you are called if
you dare call things by their real name…
Most men in different categories of age are aware of this. Nevertheless, I am so utterly amazed that there are so few who have the guts to express the truth about this.
Just to mention that I was fortunate to find a fairly loving, open, sincere, natural and stable girl by my side.
One in a million…
Great to read your comment. Hope we can continue the dialogue.
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I linger in the shadow of the awaiting objects. They are not in a hurry, they are their simple objectiveness.
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They breath in their unobtrusive mystery. Am I the observer or the observed?…
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