I expect my brother Tiger to comment here. Or perhaps Shiva.
No worries.
I am sad because it was so brief but so potent.
From tonight's asana. You can't expect pure poesy if it's a true dharana to samadhi....but i wanted to express what I am still fleetingly feeling.....
Corpse asana
What is this...
Relax
Breathe
Chakra bounce
From top to bottom to top
Where am I
I am floating
Vibrating
What is North South East or West?
What?
I?
Nothing.
Sensation.
Breathing.
Nothing.
I?
Nothing.
Gravity.
Gone.
INHALE
Where am I?
I am ...?
I am.
I?
Here?
Damn.
'
You can't expect pure poesy.
No, it would appear not. It looks like Tiger is now facing some fierce competition to be the next E.J. Thribb ?
Norma N Joy Conquest
@christibrany
Nice !
“ Poems From Asana
Chakra bounce
floating
Vibrating
What?
Here ”
Buzz buzz buzz
What is this fuzz?
Get out ma body
Soul
Just 'cuz
I thought Tiger was doing a personal Jugorum exercise of willfully communicating like they're at a poetry slam.
It produced some wonderfully funny situational imaginings.
Outside the funny though it'd be a difficult and admirable thing to maintain then stop after a long time without going back to it unconsciously.
The scent of wet volcanic soil
broken grass and invasive weeds
seasoned with decaying leaves
blend under the apricot tree
that drinks from the sewer
near the lake and shelters
the body in dew and camouflage
as its spirit kisses the loving
welcoming depths of night.
The Joint is slamin !
Oh Jesus
the
fuck what
?
The Goddess
fierce dance
with blades !
alerting
the fact
collector
Ode to God asana
Gently now
Stay upright gently
Stiff
Gently stiff
Crack me
Move
No no no
Breathe
Rooted to the earth
Via the root chakra and
Little feetsies
I am a statue
A vampiric eidolon
Sucking the qi
Through me heads
And me feet
The body becomes
A husk
All is energy
.
()
BAM
Crack that back
If a wheel spun in my head
To me it would be going clockwise
To those on the outside it would be going counter clockwise
To me inside I may see white
Where others see black
Shall I transmute myself for others, or for myself?
I couldn't find the poem thread
This was in corpse asana.
Feel free to share
Cedar falls on empty things
In the muffle of snow
We walk empty headed
Galumphing
Pick up the pace
We pass the geese
Shouldn't they leave ?
Pick up the pace
Lazy animals
Nature is beautiful
God is great
Stop talking. Keep walking
The cedars sway in the
wind
Smell the needles
Hmm
There's mountain lions around
You can die at any moment
Be calm
Its so beautiful
God posture.
Renfields Beached
Stalking starlight by instruction
storm clouds obscure reach
Renfield's desperate for induction
with the last word on the beach.
"Van Helsing? Vainglorious!",
screams the quiet pious man
apologizing victorious
even before he began.
The picture outside the frame
seen in the common light
is beyond eyes that flame
with their own delight.
A whimsy of distraction
for the monster's goal
isn't of Renfield's making
but to put him on the shoal.
On strange shallows grounded
ship and mind splinter
with death's whistle hounding
the silent final words of winter.
@XON
Tremendous !
The head of the Templi Omnium Hominum Pacis Abbas,
turned 180 degrees,
bellowing fumes
of unspeakable mysteries.
Charging the susceptive,
fluid electric agent.
Illuminating;
Zoophagous supplication rituals of exhortation;
of the Ecstatic Reprobate.
The veil closed.
The automated research team
filed into
systematic protocol.
As an aberration.
@XON
Tremendous !
Thank you, Tiger.
@XON
I think I hate your online persona and ego because it is full of show:
'look at me look at me erudition' Mixed with an inexplicable (to me) show of juvenile references and memes such as 'boomer' and 'you are on block' (like a 14 year old child) and also other holier than thou references but none-the-less I do appreciate your poetry.
So thanks for contributing.
Perhaps you chain those ego tigers and meld them into something more akin to a poet hermit.
Anyway, good stuff, sometimes.
@XON
I think I hate your online persona and ego because it is full of show:
'look at me look at me erudition' Mixed with an inexplicable (to me) show of juvenile references and memes such as 'boomer' and 'you are on block' (like a 14 year old child) and also other holier than thou references but none-the-less I do appreciate your poetry.
So thanks for contributing.
Perhaps you chain those ego tigers and meld them into something more akin to a poet hermit.
Anyway, good stuff, sometimes.
Hate is a rather strong emotion to feel. That along with your opinion is yours to own. It's not something I take onto myself. It's reflective of the individual making the comment. When feeling strong emotions it's been my experience that it's better to self-examine emotional reactions. Yet, in the detritus of being on the receiving end of emotional outbursts and unasked for advice there may be something to glean of value that uplifts rather than diminishes. Hermit, for example, seems astute in a thelemic context and something that is reflected in self-examination.
As for the "you are on block" statement(I believe I said ignore), you must have missed the original context, that was in regards to not wanting to get into a bickering contest as well as letting others know I wasn't participating in it. Although, that didn't stop a few from continuing with it and trying to goad. It would be better if moderation was a bit more strict in regards to hostility and personal attacks.
It would be better if moderation was a bit more strict in regards to hostility and personal attacks.
But then what would your posts consist of? You seldom seem to have anything to say about AC, Thelema, or any other topic relevant to this site.
Passive-aggressive psychobabble snowflake-vocabulary personal attacks are your main stock in trade here, other than posting terrible music and comedy bits with a questionable connection to the legacy of AC. And pontificating about the politics of countries you do not live in, of course.
Oh, and the posturing as some sort of intellectual, with amusing results.
And the posturing as an illuminate here to enlighten us trogs; results ditto.
Perhaps you are familiar with the African-American saying "The higher up the tree the monkey climb, the more he show his ass"?
It would be better if moderation was a bit more strict in regards to hostility and personal attacks.
But then what would your posts consist of? You seldom seem to have anything to say about AC, Thelema, or any other topic relevant to this site.
Passive-aggressive psychobabble snowflake-vocabulary personal attacks are your main stock in trade here, other than posting terrible music and comedy bits with a questionable connection to the legacy of AC. And pontificating about the politics of countries you do not live in, of course.
Oh, and the posturing as some sort of intellectual, with amusing results.
And the posturing as an illuminate here to enlighten us trogs; results ditto.
Perhaps you are familiar with the African-American saying "The higher up the tree the monkey climb, the more he show his ass"?
There is an interesting article someone shared that seems applicable to the techniques you demonstrate and to your intent.
https://pro.psychcentral.com/exhausted-woman/2016/05/11-ways-narcissists-use-shame-to-control/
Historical Revisionism. A narcissist will retell another person’s story adding their own flare of additional shame. This can be done in front of others or privately. It usually happens after the other person has achieved some level of accomplishment. The narcissist will state that they are only trying to keep the other person humble but in reality, they are trying to humiliate.
Comparing Accomplishments. It doesn’t matter what the other person has accomplished, the narcissist did it first, better, and more efficiently. By outperforming the other person, the narcissist minimizes the other person’s accomplishments in comparison to their own. This produces an ‘I can never be good enough,’ feeling in the other person.
Offensive Play. The narcissist will use personal attacks to put the other person on the defense. The other person will get so caught up in defending their name or character that they will miss the next attack. “Look how defensive you are, you must have done something wrong,” the narcissist will say. This is a checkmate position because the other person has nowhere to go.
It's remarkable how close you resemble these observations.
Anyhow, this discussion is off topic, but it seemed important to let you know that there's awareness of these techniques. Maybe a poem may manifest on the matter after meditation.
Passive-aggressive psychobabble snowflake-vocabulary personal attacks are your main stock in trade here...
[Epic passive-aggressive psychobabble snowflake-vocabulary personal attack]
Thank you for demonstrating that my summary of your persona/posts was exactly on the money.
@mal
Hate is definitely not the right word. Generally dislike is more accurate. Oh well!
Back to poesy.
If I wrote a poem on Dragon asana it would probably be:
OW
If I wrote a poem on Dragon asana it would probably be:
OW
Since the Dragon is the basic sit-down (kneel down) for beginning and ending classes in Japanese martial arts, I was already accustomed to this posture (1961-66), so I could get into it easily enough.
The Dragon is Low,
but One must go Slow.
Sitting for a while
will bring no smile
to your break-counting head,
yet your legs will feel dead.
So i once sat in Dragon for about an hour, while trimming pages of Book 4. When I was done, I stood but could not stand. I agree with your OW, and add a WOW. Of course, all the stiffness and pain and non-functionality of my lower limbs came after I came "out" of the asana. This is reported as being "good" in some Crowley instruction.
Today ... if I were to assume Dragon, I might need an ambulance.
Hate is definitely not the right word. Generally dislike is more accurate. Oh well!
Yup, no worries. You're adeptly keeping it together. 😌
Feet in icy water
body rigid
on the steep shore
Slips the mind
into the hexagon
into the deep
Within
Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse.
Starlight exploding into fireworks of iron
In 100,000 yrs
or tomorrow
or months diluted behind the day?
Suddenly laughter with the howl of distant coyotes
Reminding her of tribal stories
Or she knows my mind
In the voice of nature.
I feel warmth
Of fire and love
Desire pulls me back to shore
Whispering "Love is the law,"
as lips slip close
On icy sand above the hexagon
in the deep
Harmonizing
"love under will."
Although we may sit on thrones of plastic
Full of our new erudition
We may well recall
That our throne is in a latrine
And our status is as slaves.
We trust in plastic eyes
Who hear our every moan.
Stored for posterity on alien chips
And controlled by alien interests.
You may be one with an 'alien'
But the true alien is the drone human watching you.
It may be an honourable job
But you may be used, by that true god of the times.
Can I have the cheque please?
Can I have the cheque please?
Check.
Check.
Mate?
🤡
The ant works to make the hive. Build. Pride.
The ant moved.
Now he died.
Underfoot and no one cried.
The rabbit runs and then it hides
I am so troubled in my stomach
It sighs
Too much grass last night
The hawk comes, then rabbit dies
The hawk flies and cries
Its voice rings out
This is what I'm dying to eat
Fresh raw red meat
It swoops and bites
Fresh blood through its might
Catches bad wind and battered in
A forest trunk, so tall and thin.
Aha he cries the man alive
I hunt my share, I do, i dare
My aim is true and as I will I do.
I shot the deer
I ate the meat
I am so proud
But virus beat.
The angel looks and spreads it's wings.
They all die but for their dins
All that noise , ego makes no thing.
A proud race born on high
Cut down by one little fly.
This definitely fits the criteria of poems composed as a result of or even during asana's 'flashes' , however it is shamefully not mine. I just had to share it. I 'randomly' found an old dvdr and one of his books is on it I have not read.
Wei Wu Wei
The Pseudo-Problem of 'Suffering'
W H O IS there to suffer?
Only an object could suffer.
I am not an object (no object could be I), and there
is no I-object nor I-subject, both of which would then be
objects.
Therefore I cannot suffer.
But there appears to be suffering, and its opposite,
both pleasure and pain. They are appearances, but they are
experienced. By whom, by what, are they experienced?
They are apparently experienced, and by means of
an identification of what I am with what I am not, or, if you
prefer, by what we are not, illusorily identified with what
we are.
What we are does not know pain or pleasure, what
we are does not, as such, know anything, for in neither case
is there an objective entity to suffer experience.
Whatever intensity sensations may appear to have,
in the dream of manifestation they are effects of causes in a
time-sequence, and apart from the time-sequence in which
they develop they are not either as cause or as effect.
There is no one to suffer. We appear to suffer as a
result of our illusory identification with a phenomenal object.
Let us at least understand.
What we are is invulnerable and cannot be bound.
...
I?
That's the best bit. It rhymes with itself.