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Poem : And artificial beds

Twists around the spur with abrupt emerald advances,

he is almost entombed in indulging resin,

his boots are probably plastic,

that were once paraded like balloons.

Raising the sunken settings of unknown valleys,

he chances the inhuman slope of seven translucent shades -

a far cry from the novelties of lingering snow.

He may well cut a path through deepest waters.

Meanwhile,

in midsummer,

a girl records the wonderful colours of nowhere.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

Poem : Perfectly white-enameled

An alpine spectacle - green-ribboned.

These floating dams and marble-like statues

hold the resemblance of tomorrow

logically,

the colour of prosperity

hides in shells of woven rivers

behind high walls and traditions.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

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Poem : The process of melting away gradually

The breakdown of snowflakes,

translates a thousand things he touches.

These tiny star-shaped tunnels evaporate into fluffy masses,

an ever-increasing world of delicate filament.

The train was pulling into the transforming of particles above them,

changing the inexpensive hours of the horizon,

"Thank you"

said the woman.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

Poem : An accidental continuous movement

Everything from knife handles,

to imitation grains of jumbled peaks,

present people with a breathtaking fact,

richer than the lungs of nunataks,

and more misunderstood than,

the uphill flow of vertical heights.

'Perpetual existence is the brim of a cup.'

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

Poem : Windows without glass

Segments pull away and fluctuate steadily.

The rounded sections shrink slowly,

with deeper transition,

becoming three miles of melting light.

The glacial staircase moves like the calculated body,

determined by the means of electric rivers and patterned panels,

passing through uninhabitable windows,

into unharmed climates.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

...but in the process, I often find something beautiful

I've come to realise that sometimes I just look a bit silly...

When Jesus had ribena all over his face I felt a new found respect for him

I can't remember the last time I wrote something coherent that was bigger than a single sentence. Every day without fail, I attempt to deduce the reasoning behind this, placing events into chronological order, and then realising that I don't know what day it is.

I look through at the disjointed paragraphs, strewn across the pages like the last fragile leaves that Spring had forgotten about.

"I have this incredible feeling of 'falling into myself'."

I try to contextualise. Maybe I've fallen too far, or not enough. "Where ever you are, you're always in between two things. Sometimes, we take the feeling of loneliness for granted.

I took a short stroll through the forest and met a philosopher walking his dog.

"Doesn't matter where you go" He said "There's always mud."

Traversing the unmapped terrains and running through untouched landscapes of the mind, sometimes only gives you muddied shoes.

I guess the unwitting philosopher was right.

"The sense of composition breaks down smoothly, like a plain wall interspersed with holes. These are just my thoughts, and second hand existence."

I've resorted to other people writing in my book. This reminds me of an unrelated question my dad asked me recently. "Isn't that...what d'ya call it...Blasphemy?"

The only conclusion I can draw from all of this theorising, is that I'm happy...and who wants to read about that?

Poem : An enormous baffling subject on the basic particles of reason

The well dressed matron stared,

"In everything that lives, from substantial advances, to raw meat,

why is there no way of restoring the unpredictable, into the significant?"

The tall dignified man to her left, lowered his newspaper,

"life is not completely understood" He said.

An arrangement of beautifully awkward molecules,

but no one had ever bothered to give them names.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

Poem : A simple observation in contemporary life

Immediately struck by the fact, he approached the heat of the sun,

his identity, an heterogeneous mixture of all the ordinary things surrounding,

everything that lives and grows;

sparrow skins and bonding white-clouds,

his very blood and bones.

Little heat was felt

three degrees of greenest nothing

sometimes just evaporating with each rotation of the world.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

Poem : The surrounding measurements of the afternoon

Whatever the exact height,

the mystery of living substance

is about the size of upside-down places

unborn in the spaces between concepts and locations.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

Poem : Three forms of matter

A bust of sunlight pierces the ocean

the pulse runs down the remnants of old mountains

like the patience of a man who

has suffered the majesty of eternal peaks

finally

it is worn down

a marvelous act of burning silk

disappears into the earth.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

Poem : Methyl Methacrylate Tongues

"Upon consideration", she said thoughtfully,

"I can see a primary colour that is nothing but itself,

dripping with water and sharp repeating patterns."

A source of crystals for the fine summers of aesthetic wilderness.

One by one, I can see that I might find areas of our sprawling elements,

in the clear air of flowered carbon meadows.

The rigorous beauty and freshness achieved

comprises of light in molecular weight -

A modern bathroom with a horizon,

will inspire us with occasional escape.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

We tried to contact Aldous Huxley but he wasn't answering his phone

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"Along with the preternatural lights and colours, the gems and ever-changing patterns, visitors to the mind's antipodes discover a world of sublimely beautiful landscapes, of living architecture and heroic figures.
The transporting power of many works of art is attributable to the fact that their creators have painted scenes, persons, and objects which remind the beholder of what...he knows about the Other World at the back of his mind."

: Huxley (The Door of Perception)

Your'e Making Me Wiggly

Chocolate Banana Kisses

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Written in the desolate forests of Beelitz, South Berlin, over a two week period.

Measuring the depths of the universe at 1am

When the warm air came closer to the eye, they rose and pushed against fluctuating mountains.

The dark-sky-locations became two parts lighter.

The hold of temperature reflected the surface of clouds, spherical, forming under lines of heavy experience.

"...but what happens when you die? where do you go?" He asked passionately. "You can't just stop?"

"Well, what makes you think everything has to be infinite?" She asked.

"What about your soul?" He replied.

She took time to think of a response.

"If time is infinite, than it has to be infinite in both directions. Infinitely into the future, and infinitely into the past,

wherever there is space."

"So what do you think of a soul?" She continued. "A mirror image of your perceived self.

But the mirror image is only momentary, a finite image. This means that if our soul manifests itself physically in space,

it must have existed infinitely in the past, before any probability of your individual existence had ever occurred."

It is impossible to recapture how the night sky looked as they shaped it with their conversation.

One day, he believed he would create an instrument for measuring clarity.

They float upwards like droplets towards constellations.

They fall asleep.

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Alejandro Jodorowsky : The Holy Mountain

"The holy Mountain is a 1973 cult film directed by Alejandro Jodorowsky who also participated as actor, composer, set designer, and costume designer.

The film was produced by Beatles manager Allen Klein of ABKCO after Jodorowsky scored an underground phenomenon with El Topo and the acclaim of both John Lennon and George Harrison.

The film is based on "The Ascent of Mt. Carmel" by St. John of the Cross, and "Mount Analogue: A Novel of Symbolically Authentic Non-Euclidean Adventures in Mountain Climbing" by Rene Daumal, a student of G.I. Gurdjieff.

In particular, much of Jodorowsky's visually psychedelic story follows the metaphysical thrust of "Mount Analogue", such as the climb to the Alchemist"

Jodorowsky was also instructed by Ichazo to take LSD for the purpose of spiritual exploration, and he administered psilocybin mushrooms to his actors during the shooting of the death-rebirth scene.

Skhizein : Jeremy Clapin

Skhizein is a short animation film that I saw at the Leeds film festival 2008. Its French director Jeremy Clapin, plays on typically French existentialist themes with the condemned freedom of the self, and the pursuit for objectivity, which inevitably takes the protagonist into a realm of 'universal transcendence'.

A beautiful animation and concept.