(Psychotic Episode #3)

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Accept loss forever.

– Jack Kerouac

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so many roads to choose from!

passion has fled

electric eruptions

of invisible hell

twilight has vanished

and we will suffer

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twisted silence

shadowed nameless

we watch in reverence

on the edge of the world

plastic flowers emerging

from bold angst in full bloom

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remember

the stranger

sun in his face

asking his way - - -

so many roads to choose from!

when the world was new

white and cold against the clouds

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the heat is coming

luminous defiant

crossing the frontier

as we listen in fear

never knowing how

the heat will vanish

and the sin is done

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black and shiny

near the ground

scuttle wanton bugs

beneath the rain - - -

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I am electric on the dream - - -

giving birth is hard

birth into being

fighting back shifting

seeing the light - - -

so many roads to choose from!

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remember

the stranger

hurried worried

in whose eyes

a backward glance

grew old:

so many roads to choose from!

electric eruptions

of invisible hell

twilight has vanished

and we will suffer

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Peter Bies © 2010

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(Psychotic Episode #2)

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Art is a substitute for violence. The same impulses that drive persons to violence — the hunger for meaning, the need for ecstasy, the impulse to risk all — drive the artist to create.

– Rollo May, Power and Innocence (1972)

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for these cracked brains

in each soft corner

sky is hell-red

through these hours of pain

for these cracked brains

in each soft corner

little black puppets

are dancing

for these cracked brains

a pale street light

on the calm black water

a dying star

melting away

and the mad poet said:

in a dream

I shall feel god

who bit flowers of ink

I shall feel god

who dreamt

in the wine of daylight

stronger than

alcohol lightnings

and the mad poet said:

it was his voice

mad with love

beautiful as snow

I no longer

felt myself -

imploding

backwards

into sleep

I hung there -

a clockwork

of bone

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by Peter Bies & Arthur Rimbaud

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Peter Bies © 2010

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Mental illness is not funny. — Philip K. Dick

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and to grow

in the grain

lull me

asleep

of brilliant flies

pour burning love

into the devil’s

paradise

that by starlight

he may sing and shiver

like leaves

on a tree

smooth vision

muted silence

by the wave, by the wave

your coolness on my cheeks:

the beads

of your love

in a slumbering

chestnut

hemmed in

by beasts

from violent forests:

where the stars are sleeping

lying in

their long veils

on the calm black water

embroidered with black ashes

memories

but endlessly

rising, soaring

mount in my soul

I cared not

I was hurled off the hurricane

of litter

and resentment

pale-eyed

I realize

in antique plays

the scented twilight

of souls

devoured

by vermin

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by Peter Bies & Arthur Rimbaud

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Peter Bies © 2010

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Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well meant-intentions.

– Carl Gustav Jung

O guiding night! O night more lovely than the dawn!

– Saint John of the Cross

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soft flashes underneath

 

cold crystal (cubes

and) window waves

 

lights flying brilliant sounds

 

about the (rustling) dark

 

 

about the dark

lurk unseen monsters

 

 

 

open-eyed

unseeing

 

 

 

lost in broad night

 

 

 

beyond the tracks

 

 

 

beyond the tracks

you be aware

 

the day is going

 

so electric within

 

any winds that blow

 

 

any winds that blow

down what tracks

 

lucid strangers

 

keep guessing

 

in the late light

 

 

in the late light

lucid strangers

 

reaching out

 

meeting

 

empty

hands

 

 

empty hands

of strangers

out of

whose dreams

 

the face

in your mirror

 

lose her way

 

and find no road-signs

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Dirko Juchem’s version of Herbie Mann’s Memphis Underground !

Electric!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_l56yGstL8

Here’s from an interview with C. G. Jung:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wop91_Gvwos&feature=related

And here’s another interview with C. G. Jung:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQubC5zc-y4&feature=related

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Peter Bies © 2010

 

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What is time? If nobody asks me, I know; but if I were desirous to explain it to one that should ask me, plainly I know not.

– Augustine of Hippo

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The first thing necessary for a constructive dealing with time is to learn to live in the reality of the present moment. For psychologically speaking, this present moment is all we have.

— Rollo May, in Man’s Search for Himself (1953)

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All sober under liquid lights

 

You grind harsh memories

 

Behind a mirthless smile

 

Dawn will be born

 

Among splinters

 

Of shattered hopes

 

 

 

 

You stroke

My shaking limbs

 

In the shadows

 

The day is over

 

So scary behind the noise

 

 

 

 

I dance with dank flames

Of stoplights and neon signs

 

 

 

 

 

So stick

To your tough

 

Emotional diet

 

Of dry tears

And stale grudges

 

 

 

 

While feasting on hard feelings

 

You sense a rabid rage within

 

A modicum of effort:

 

 

 

 

Can you hear it?

 

The stink will die

 

So sexy beneath the slime

You dream of peaceful chimes

About the air

 

 

 

 

The very day

Will come again

Tired

Cold

And luminous

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This is Herbie Hancock live in 1975:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hmVHhH96es&feature=related

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Just for the sheer retro weirdness of it, here’s
Stella - Pourquoi pas moi? (1963)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqItgyEGxtY

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Peter Bies © 2010

 

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Now the New Year reviving old Desires

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,

Where the white Hand Of Moses on the Bough

Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

– Omar Khayyám, The Rubaiyat (1120)

The New Year. The future. Yeah ole daddy Earth fixin’ to start one more trip ’round the sun and everybody hopin’ this ride ’round be a little more giddy, a little more gay. Yep, all over town champagne corks is a-poppin’.

Moses the Clock Man, The Hudsucker Proxy (1994)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POcsWz4GwUA&feature=PlayList&p=69D5900BEC79580F&index=20

 

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Happy New Year!

S NOVYM GODAM!

 

Best,

 

Peter

 

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Peter Bies © 2009

 

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