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28 December 2011

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Death is a tree growing inside us slowly. Our roots pulsing nearer to the ears.




K.A.Gulias

13 December 2011

Interpreting Poetry

My words are very easy to understand,
Very easy to practice.

No one under heaven can understand them,
No one can practice them.

Words have ancestors,
Deeds have masters.
If people don't understand this,
They don't understand me.

Few understand me,
And that's my value.

Therefore the Sage wears rough clothing
And carries jade inside.

Chapter 70 - Tao Te Ching

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Tao called Tao is not Tao.

Names can name no lasting name.

Nameless: the origin of heaven and earth.
Naming: the mother of ten thousand things.

Empty of desire, perceive mystery.
Filled with desire, perceive manifestations.

These have the same source, but different names.
Call them both deep--
Deep and again deep:

The gateway to all mystery.

Chapter 1 - Tao Te Ching

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Great Te appears
Flowing from Tao.

Tao in action --
Only vague and intangible.

Intangible and vague,
But within it are images.

Vague and intangible;
Within are entities.

Shadowey and obscure;
Within it there is life,

Life so real,
That within it there is trust.

From the beginning its name is not lost
But reappears through multiple origins.

How do I know these origins?

Like this.

Chapter 21 - Tao Te Ching


Translation by Stephen Addiss and Stanley Lombardo

6 December 2011

Rhys Chatham - Scrying In Smoke



Rehearsal

Scroll down the metal shutter
Behind it in the dark the naive curvy mouth
open for the rain
waiting eternally and bent the sky

night falls
The rehearsal of the stars shining on the waters
extended
harmonics

All the posts are standing

K.A.Gulias

Blood Promise



When silence falls
And light remains
And time is born
Beneath the sun
I'll hide your name.
Inside a word
And paint your eyes
With false perception
And I feel your mind
In everything
And every breath
Destroys a sound.
And I will follow
A false sensation.
And I'll always believe.
Your blood promise
And every breath.
I stole from you
And I never will see
Your perfect body
And you never have spoken
An unclear word
And I'll never betray
Your blood promise.

Swans Are Dead (1998)