Tag: gnosis
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October 11, 2006 04:50 AM EDT --
"He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation . . .
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May 18, 2008 06:12 PM EDT --
The Discourse on the Eighth and Ninth
(Selection made from The Nag Hammadi Library)
My father, yesterday you promised me that you would bring my mind into the eighth and afterwards you would . . .
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May 04, 2006 05:08 AM EDT --
"I am the Lord thy God, thou shall have no other Gods before me."
Soundtrack to this post: Rusted Root, "Back To The Earth"**
I slept in this morning until 4am. I was so exhuasted . . .
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April 16, 2007 06:57 AM EDT --
Complations of her: Recurse 2
Bridges and
of most indigo reasons :
we have come so far, these yellowed trees
line the city * ’s a stigmata
pale wharves golden hued
air anywhere here
else but . . .
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May 10, 2008 06:45 PM EDT --
Trimorphic Protennoia
I am Protennoia, the Thought that dwells in the Light. I am the movement that dwells in the All, she in whom the All takes its stand, the first-born among those . . .
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October 24, 2007 10:31 AM EDT --
*Author Notes: I know this is tough stuff. I apologize for the emotional weight of this piece.*
To Burn.
To be made incapable of burning -- I do fear the fire
thinking . . .
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July 01, 2006 08:29 AM EDT --
"The goddess took her dark veil, than which there can be no robe more sombre, and went forth with fleet Iris leading the way before her."
(Iliad, Book XXIV)
Goddess of TCP/IP
Deluded promontories . . .
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October 13, 2006 04:47 AM EDT --
"The words we call expressions of aesthetic judgement play a very complicated rôle, but a very definite rôle, in what we call a culture of a period. To describe their use or to describe . . .
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March 14, 2007 08:04 AM EDT --
I go through my affairs and I wonder if anyone can truly go through their affairs and as I'm sitting there with what few parcels remain to me and I wonder which way I'll plunge or fall or maybe . . .
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March 03, 2007 05:47 PM EST --
Still Newborn
eratio postmodern poetry edition
I sit between two fragments of me —
an accused, apologetic laughter, spent by details of landscape.e
I chew my fingers all morning before writing.r . . .
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October 06, 2006 05:41 AM EDT --
demons of syntax whom we immolate
but cannot hope to equal
those sysadmins who invent sim worlds in words
we listen
to outspoken sin/sys/sim
there are those
who think by dichotomous opposition
. . .
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October 07, 2006 08:27 AM EDT --
forming constants
* my *
Reflections
are for you the only
* evidence of my *
Fragmentation
my desires . . . my divine
rule : your heavens
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your spheres are
in . . .
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October 07, 2006 02:56 PM EDT --
I
Syntax, dear friend,
writhes as you did and do;
for to write is to choose at the cross-roads
both true,
and untrue; and I doubt my love,
just as I desire . . .
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May 19, 2008 12:44 AM EDT --
1. The Way that can be followed is not the eternal Way
The Way that can be followed is not the eternal Way.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the . . .
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October 06, 2006 09:15 PM EDT --
immensity of defensible spaces
is my own world's * symbolic : perception
as with the tender ashes mixed
in lust's * cold blue flame
(my own secret|my burning coal) is lastly
all baser passions.. . . .
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October 07, 2006 07:53 AM EDT --
remaining emptiness
ever this : her glistening
breasts which in rich
aroma
favoured * Setting <her> @flame :
a star divines its spinning
within . . . hyperbolic as woven
in the . . .
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June 28, 2006 05:46 AM EDT --
"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who . . .
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February 17, 2006 10:01 AM EST --
This poem is based on a Tradition passed down for centuries by Sufis and given to me by Shaykh Ibn al 'Arabi as the greatest Truth: "I was a Hidden Treasure who so loved to be known . . .
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February 04, 2007 11:14 AM EST --
A dimly lit flame danced atop a candle in the evening breeze. It was all that separated those in the gathering from complete darkness on that moonless night. The Storyteller seemed to float above the fog-covered . . .
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May 07, 2008 06:02 AM EDT --
by Tavis J. Hampton
The village fair was alive with the sounds of children playing, chickens pecking here and there, and women laughing over cups of tea and sweet-smelling bread. Travelers . . .
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