china_cat

хаос неиметь брак
пустота одно из имён хаоса
это дальше кронос уран гея гера ...

бояться, что это не совсем по-русски
это более поруски
чем по китайски

использования одной части речи в роли другой: вер спор звук воль

Спасибо, Вы меня немного успокоили. А Орфей - очень старая зарисовка, даже удивительно, что она сохранилась. Теперь лежит в ЖЖ...

ключ к коду

прошлое очень быстро меняется
совсем недавно это слово было в тексте АСП
вместо свет мой зеркальце скажи
после пропажи там
оно ещё хранилось в старых сказках
сейчас его нет ни в дале
ни в сети
и даже в памяти осталось лишь воспоминание
не о слове
нет
о том что оно было лишь

http://www.livejournal.com/users/meiterlink/28598.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/a_str/38623.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/china_cat/1481.html

Chameleon in the Shadow of the Night

(In the) Black Room

I was thinking about thinking but it really didn't get me very far,
so I thought I'd throw a Tarot, but I only got the Priestess and the Star.
There's a shadow cast between the future and the past;
the room and I agree to buy some time....
The cards don't tell truth nor lies,
only options and cusp lines:
the furniture in the black room.

I've been thinking about acid, but, it seems, there's not a reason to believe.
I don't make a vital breakthrough and it walks me like a dog upon a lead.
It's all unreal and, the way I feel,
I'd like to try and make it on my own....
Going to the feelies is fine:
I really have me a good pleasure cruise.
But, deep in my mind,
I'm no better or worse, just open to the walls.
Paint peels in the black of my room.

I'm only talking about myself, ordering the treasure shelf,
documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling....
What I'll be is what I am,
I'm simply trying not to sham or fake.
Use vision as sense and not as crutch!
It doesn't matter all that much;
whatever happens we'll all survive,
I'm only trying not to pawn my life.

When I'm (maybe) old and strait-laced, shall I then deny all that I feel?
In words of bitter compromise, re-smelt the wrath that's in my eyes like steel?
Be a hermit then?
Or be a miser?
Be a man who hasn't managed yet to write his rules?
The Fool?
The future holds my hand in the room....

Well, then, my ghosts shall steer down through the years
and lay a hand upon my soul
like ice.

The Tower

So: onto the familiar top steps!
In cloud-scud moonlight glow
the Tower reels.
I, the blind man,
feeling for a path I know...
don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel?

Rats run.
Snakes coil.
Fathers
stare out at the whispering night;
rub mud on their arms.

Spiders.
Mud boils.
Children
whimper in the human vortex;
faces glow of worms.

THUNDER
Silence.
Omens....

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THUNDER
Silence.
Omens....

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For pain shall come
and change shall run
down through my heart
and shake my knees
and NOW it is coming,
all around is the humming
of the World.

Too late! With my balance gone,
dead-eyed doll,
I'm falling, falling
back to where I began....

Black Room

I'm feeling like a kid again,
I'm feeling like I just walked in the door,
and, with my head on fire,
I wrote this song - I don't know who it's for.
Hands held fast in camera,
I'll swear I heard the Stammerer exclaim:
'I am the traveller, unraveller,
I only through pain, and shame, and change!'

In my room, the secret tomb, I can see
future forms,
space/time storms:
they're all me,
and I've only got to choose!

In my head I am dead if I fall
in the trap,
the subtle lap,
safety's pall....
but I'm living while I choose....

(Klaus Schulze)
Tarot: Walter Wegmüller
Lord Krishna von Goloka: Sergius Golowin
Chameleon

Камера-Обскура:
Jenseits der Wolken (Point me at the sky)
Obscured by Сlouds (Childhood's end)
Zabriskie Point (Come in number 51, your time is up)