29 Jun 2011 40 Comments
27 Jun 2011 28 Comments
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25 Jun 2011 8 Comments
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22 Jun 2011 2 Comments
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Western thought divides night from day, beautiful from ugly and good from evil. Evil is assigned to the dark; to that which we reject in society and ourselves. We lock away in jail those we judge to be evil, and lock away in our unconscious those parts of ourselves we are ashamed of. But any process of growth must shine the light of awareness into every dark nook and cranny, every shadowed corner full of the pale shapes of our shame and inadequacy. Many people spend their life trying to cover this up, to strengthen the mask, but always their nemesis is there to undo with wrong all they do with right.
In the East of the past evil was more rationally looked at as faulty thinking. This compassionate view saw the criminal as someone whose path through life has not taught him the lessons he needed to be good. His role models were men who tried to survive in any way they could, and so such a man he also became. The desperate, the weak, the afraid will always lash out. In this way we are no different from the dog that has been mistreated and mistrained by its owner. Chained to a lonely corner without discipline, without exercise, without love, it barks and snaps at any and all who pass by.
This does not mean we should open the prisons, that we should allow the street thug to attack us with impunity. To apply what we have learned about evil on others would be like the man who cast the stone before first freeing himself of sin. We must look within to explore the dark depths of our own minds, to bring light to the evil, the faulty thinking in ourselves. This is the only path that leads to stability, to strength, to a way of life that takes from its follower any need to lash out to prove himself to others. To fix the world, we must fix ourselves.
18 Jun 2011 16 Comments
Attentive to the beauty
That is not yours,
It only rests in your hands,
For a long drawn out moment,
An indrawn breath;
Before the feather falls
The pen flies,
The sword cuts.
16 Jun 2011 24 Comments
in Poems Tags: Art, Bored, bored of work, Cave, Creativity, Happiness, inspiration, life, Online Writing, Philosophy, Poetry, poets rally, poets rally week 46, randomblog2011, Sick of work, Thought, thoughts, Water, way of the pen, Work, writer's block, writing, writing resources, Zen
Injured in body,
Injured in mind,
The stream bubbles; blocked
By the suited men and their grey-stone dam.
It’s called working life and we’re all enslaved,
To their goddess of work.
But water will win out,
There, here, a crack!
And the water flows through;
New life; hidden, tunneling out caves
Of introspected meaning.
A whole new world,
For me to play in.
Thank you everyone that took part in the poetry rally, I read some great inspirational stuff that will be sure to emerge from the melting pot of my mind in days and weeks to come. A special thanks for the perfect poet award.
Many are the friends
I’ve never met, many streams
Leading to one sea
I’d like to nominate for further reading:
15 Jun 2011 6 Comments
The Spiral winds inwards
Towards total focus,
The eye of the storm is moving
Fast or slowly,
Heavy or light,
Can you stay with it?
12 Jun 2011 8 Comments
in Stories Tags: A Game of Thrones, Art, Book, Creativity, fantasy writing, inspiration, Mental Health, mind, Online Writing, Poetry, Saturday Centus, The Wall, thoughts, unconscious, Unconscious mind, Writer, Writers Resources, writing, writing prompts
My thanks again to Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus, this prompt was way too good to resist…This wall was built long ago…
Too much life for the straight and narrow way,
Great and crashing waves of existence, Too strong for the emerging mind of man. And so a wall was built deep and high
To keep out the night of unconsciousness,
To hold back the forgotten dread,
That sneaks in through quiet times
To take us unawares,
Or breaks over ramparts,
And soak us in the icy brine of prehistoric life. What am I, who am I and what does the wall hold back? we might ask,
It protects us from too much life,
It contains the other side we cannot abide,
But now like all good adventurers I must go out, Out beyond the wall,
Into the camp of night , into winter’s shadowy grip, And bring back that jewel of the hidden north, Bring back myself: whole and full. Pray that I return-
Pray that The Wall lets me pass,
Back to warmth and comforts of the mundane…
Or on moonlit nights look out for me;
A knot of night in the passing gloom, Forever calling you… Out beyond the wall.
10 Jun 2011 8 Comments
in Stories Tags: apocalypse, Arts, blogging, Creativity, Creature Feature, end of the world, fantasy races and creatures, fantasy writing, Flash fiction, June writing challenge, London, Online Writing, postaweek2011, science fiction and fantasy, short fiction, Writer, writing, writing challenge, writing prompts, Zombies
And now for something a little different…
I’ve been inspired once more into storytelling by Sonia at Doing the Write Thing. June’s challenge: a flash fiction piece about ‘mythical’ creatures. Here’s my take on a favorite creature of hers…
‘It’s Sunday 26th June and I’m Jenny Beaker with this breaking news. Police patrols have clashed with large groups of people roaming the streets. Our science correspondent Robert Raiman reports from central London. ‘
‘Thanks Jenny. Since the advent of fully immersive VR life chambers the sight of large crowds on the streets has become a rarity. But now, with a new condition scientists are calling ‘vacant life syndrome’ crowds of apparently mindless people have begun to congregate into roving packs. I have with me Dr Rubecker. Doctor what is causing this?’
‘Well Robert it seems that in advanced cases of mental detachment, such as when a subject is plugged into an immersive reality for long periods, the unconscious begins to reassert control of the body, following the basic of urges: to establish territory, to seek out a mate and to eat…’
Screaming interrupts the interview.
‘Does this explain the violence we have seen?’
The Doctor glances nervously over his shoulder. ‘Well yes Robert. You have to understand that in the absence of conscious control the laws and conventions of society cease to have meaning.’
‘You can see it in their eyes! Oh god you can see it in their eyes.’
‘Excuse me young lady, I am trying to conduct an interview here.’
‘They bit me, they bit me!’ the girl frantically waves her bloodied arm and missing fingers.
‘Back to you in the studio Jenny…Jenny?’
‘They’re coming for us!’ screams the girl as an animal roar builds and crashes down the street.
‘Where’s your car Robert?’ asks the Doctor.
The good doctor spins just in time to see the empty eyes of the horde, all clutching hands and bloody, broken teeth, before the wave of what was once humanity sweeps over them.
In the houses and living rooms across the country there is no-one to see the television stations falling one by one into fizzing chaos, only doors banging in the wind and in the distance, the occasional sound of screaming. Solemn Big Ben rings out once, twice, three times as if this were any other Sunday. Then no more does the bell toll.
09 Jun 2011 2 Comments
in Poems Tags: Arts, Drive-in theater, inspiration, Memories, movie, Online Writing, Philosophy, Poetry, Religion and Spirituality, stuck in the past, the past, the sea, way of the pen, writing, Zen, Zen Mirror
Memories brighter than the sun,
A drive-in movie we watch alone,
Of way back when we sucked on corn,
Before the flood washed it all away…
More days behind than I can count,
But up ahead…