Samuel Pepys, wrote John Evelyn, was ‘universally beloved, hospitable, generous, learned in many things’ and ‘skilled in music’. John Evelyn, wrote Pepys, ‘must be allowed … for a little conceitedness; but he may well be so, being a man so much above others’. Pepys’s assessment of Evelyn was made early in their relationship, in 1665, and Evelyn’s assessment of Pepys was made on the day that his fellow diarist died, in 1703. So rest the reputations of our two great recorders of Restoration England: Pepys, the middle-class son of a tailor, was a man of the people; Evelyn, the heir of a country gentleman, was a notch or two above.
A Dadaist Fairy Tale
People notch Poppies on zero trees – spy silver buttercups;
He wrote a day’s miles like this.
There in the middle class … in six sieves was a fiance’s consciousness. The person I loved, slept and learned.
In each Lyndon recorder, a constantly yellow pasta man by the forest was written in prose.
He or she is a “universal need” in John’s generous ocean. There was a middle class … the heart of the groom was in six corners.
Our musical relationship with rust is ours to dance –
let time hammer out the edges of our days.
The reason why he wanted to make this work the strongest was the claim that this research was not a controversy, but actually a taboo.
The descent brings mystery,
So the dead apparition of Vermilion Motion is born –
This is an atmospheric aria of forgotten tranquility, that comes to us from a lost age of magic and wonder.
Why was there a yellow stick?
The remaining creatures move only one.
I want to rust.
A glittering and long shining jungle writes taboos in the palm of your hand, as I thank my friends.
A good gentleman,
In that, and quite deeply –
finds a comfortable experience of bread-lid bedrooms.
Erythrocyte pebbles light pyres at the feet in my sand. Who is in each area?
Those that say they love lovers, and the swamp.
This is an atmospheric aria of forgotten tranquility, that comes to us from a lost age of happenstance and enchantment.
Now Go – this is the search query corner class –
ask Other Eyes, the tailor threads fate in your pockets.
“………..the mummies were entirely petrified, and could have been carried from one place to another like blocks hewn from a quarry. There were four of them, and they represented four different types of microcephalic mankind, the sort who lived in the world during the Metallic Age, the period between the nineteenth and twenty-second centuries. However, craneoscopic examination did show that they had attained a certain degree of mental development, roughly of the level of apodic man, that is ‘man without feet’, which existed during the age known as the Metallic Age, or the Movement Age.”
Life and death are but a dream
and all the world in dreams is grown;
dream is life itself to a man,
dream is death to the stone.
On your closed and dreaming eyes
one idea is drawn:
” Worth far more than a man who sees
is the blindness of the stone.”
1899 – Ángel Ganivet (Translated by Marian Womack)
The usual cold case ,……….
20 or maybe 30 years old,
but Now –
a case 5,300 years old,……
TIME & SPACE RECEDES –
Finally, the Truth arrives –
probably from quite a distance,
about 30m –
not a close-contact killing;
it’s a distance of the heart,………… Killing.
“If there was Hate,
if it was Jealousy,
if it was Revenge,……
we will not be able to tell you.”
He was the Other.
The Heart has reasons, that Reason knows not.
A heated heart turns cold,
hot blood pleads with frozen ground –
rock hard sky & ice bear witness.
…..the Stone Age hunter – who was felled by an arrow that penetrated his left shoulder, causing him to fall and hit his head on a Stone, after which he bled to death – has proved just as popular as a tourist attraction. “The figure of Ötzi, with his mythical grandeur, allowed us to look into the past to see what it tells us about the present,…..”
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1. The image was a blend of my oven pan abstracts and a reconstruction of Ötzi’s face. The composition was my attempt to emulate Richard Guest’s intriguing portrait sketch – also see his post Paintings for the homes of our new Brexit rulers.
2. The Ruins of Granada” (1899) is unique in that it is one of Spain’s first speculative fiction stories and its author, Ángel Ganivet (1865 — 1898), was known mostly for his “serious” writing which helped genre fiction enter the mainstream of Spanish literature. It combines prose and verse, and is influenced in narrative form by contes philosophiques ( philosophical dialogue tales ) You can read the full translation by Marian Womack on the Weird Fiction Review at the links provided.
3. The haunting vocal performance by Katya Chilly carries a primal emotional power that conveys both the distant past, and the uncertain horizon of the future.
4. I incorporated found poetry and Haiku stanza in the text of this post. Links to sources of the text are found within the lines.
Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?
No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man
is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;
if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe
is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as
well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine
owne were; any mans death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankinde;………