92x77cm oils on stretched canvas.
waves of inner mumbling
Being an insomniac of the most extreme kind, I use several techniques to help me fall asleep. I meditate and/or count sheep and/or try to persuade my physical body to relax and unwind.
And sometimes I chant (silently) a mantra that I created as an alternative to counting sheep, which can be boring.
improperly cooked: the pottage sure is a mess
It's a strange world, and getting stranger by the minute. If you're not part of the solution you're part of the problem.
I don't know what the solution is, but we all know what the problems are. And if people of good will and goodwill put their heads and hearts and hands together, we can help steer the doomed Titanic of human culture out of the path of the iceberg of human greed and selfishness.
IMHO many of the problems are the direct result of the actions of large corporations, especially 'multi-nationals'. Below are a couple of ideas to (hopefully) spark some debate.
drunken hearted man revisited
Thanks to 'autotune' (vocoder) and a complete lack of singing ability, the so-called lyrics to the song confusingly entitled 'zombie bloodeater' are completely inaudible. Needless to say, when I wrote the words I was pissed out of my mind. So whether you want 'em or not, below please find the lyrics to 'drunken-hearted man'
Should be "drunken-minded man" but who cares
the main thing is no-one can even think of selling their wares
covered in vomit, sprawled pubes-up in a gutter
(and I don’t care what you mind about what I should or shouldn’t utter).
take ten tablets and call me in the morning
| The Ten Commandments | the ten suggestions |
| I am the Lord thy God. | we're all in this together |
| Thou shalt have no other gods [for the Lord thy God is a jealous god]. | thou shalt have as many gods as thou damn well pleaseth (but try to avoid obedience and priests) |
| Thou shalt not worship graven images or likenesses. | graven or not, art is a great way to express ideas, emotions and relationships (but go easy on the worship: it's bad for the knees) |
| Thou shalt not take the Lord's name in vain. | it's good to be on first-name terms with those you love |
| Remember the sabbath day [and keep it holy]. | don't forget to rest and relax, and remember, every day's a holiday |
| Honour thy father and thy mother. | honour everyone and everything |
| Thou shalt not kill. | it's usually possible to avoid killing; live and let live |
| Thou shalt not commit adultery. | enjoy all pleasures to the max; sex is great and good, as long as you don't hurt anyone |
| Thou shalt not steal. | property is theft |
| Thou shalt not bear false witness. | telling lies will hurt you and haunt you |
| Thou shalt not covet. | you won't find peace or joy in being envious |
an esoteric instruction as to why meditation is fruitless for some fruit-eaters
This is part of a series of posts about The Tibetan Book of The Dead. I'm reading the Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition, first published in Britain 2005, with introductory comments from the Dalai Lama. Includes amazingly stunning artwork.
Previous posts in this series include the assembly of peaceful and wrathful deities, and how eating dogshit can help you avert death
What I now believe is that... What I'll believe tomorrow is... Concerning the peaceful and wrathful deities, they're growing on me! I'm trying to build a richer, deeper understanding of them. Part of that understanding is that I think each is an aspect or aspects of themselves, each other, and ourselves.
paradox of Zeno
The ancient greek philosopher Zeno argued that motion is an illusion, just can't happen. And yet, he had many stools.
yes, I'm talking to YOU
Something amazing and wonderful has happened, is happening.
You know what I mean. You already know what it is. And if you don't you will soon enough. So I don't need to tell you any more, do I? (Deranged laughter!)
Love you lots! HOME
a new stove, before my symmetry is violently compactified
Due to a darkly energetic headache, I ain't gonna do any more work on the following non-quantum entanglemeant: sorry.
Do I hear "boring: Here he goes again!"? Yes! But at least this time it's briefish, being simply two less-than-super knotty strings to cut, unravel or totally ignore, as you pleeze.
- symmetry breaking... violence... killing cats... collapsing the wave function... imposing a value on a variable... birth... death ... black hole... white bang...
the assembly of peaceful and wrathful deities
First, an apology for the previous post. Making fun of things by quoting them out of context is unproductive. Another apology-warrantable offence is making fun of things one doesn't know very much about: sorry.
This post is about the so-called "peaceful and wrathful deities" referred to in The Tibetan Book of the Dead (deluxe edition, Penguin, 2005).
Here's a crude summary: when you're dead, initially you may encounter things that may seem to be deities but which are really just products of the mind/imagination.
how eating dogshit can avert death
"When the indication of protruding ankle bones appears, one should face westward towards the sun when it is close to setting and remove one's clothes. Then, placing a dog's tail under oneself,
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