voice of honest indignation

"Isaiah answer'd. 'I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then perswaded, & remain confirm'd, that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote.'
Then I asked: 'does a firm perswasion that a thing is so, make it so?'
He replied: 'All poets believe that it does, & in ages of imagination this firm perswasion removed mountains"

~ William Blake
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

"the doors of perception"

[stumbled onto these while looking up an old friend]



"The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.
For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt.

This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.

But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do, by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."

~ William Blake
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

fire cholo...aponar deshe

The Bauls are a sect of mystic singers roaming the far-flung tracts of rural Bengal. These songs never fail to mystify the mind of an average Bengali. We are deeply moved by them, even if we don’t really know why.

declaration

I’ll play your game but on my own terms. I come and go as I please.
I’m behind schedule but thats okay; this is just the way I roll.
And you can burn that score card in your hands…Your rules and rewards
mean nothing to me.

Make no mistake; I got nothing to prove,...to you
or to anyone else.

Dead bird at the foot of Constantine's arch

Dead bird lying at the foot of the triumphal arch of Constantine.

Constantine, the Great

Great ruler of men

Builder of grand things

Shifter of great tides

A Great maker of history!

And the great arch stands tall,

telling the story of the man’s thriumph

for thousands of years

and the bird dropped dead right at its foot.


Nobody wants to know the bird’s story

He must have had one.

He could be a fallen hero,

A general,

A king!

Stupid tourists

Blowing the chance to take pictures with a king!


The bird and the emperor

Are equally dead

Equal in death? Perhaps not.

One things for sure though

The emperor never knew how to fly.