September 28th, 2001

lord, From this chair of mine...

That wasn't cool.

You know who you are.

shattered stained glass rains
hear it tinkle on the pavement
shreds of paper torn and out the window
on the wind like dreams
soaked by the rain they stick to things
most to the ground; some not
and I wish I was there
or had been at some time
instead of imagining the memory
counterfeit recollections
I could only wish
in my emptiest moments

thoughts crystallized despite joy
compressed and stressed they explode
and splash violently on the paper
where my lofty aspirations die
like so many cliches refuse to

thoughts whirl like dancing girls
from where I sit, that's my world
mirrors shine in 4:4 time
I split the lemon from the lime

there's nothing right about the light
I cannot take to wing tonight

Spike dropped his egg
it ran down his leg
  • Current Music
    Ballad of the Fallen Angels
Humility

How that rabbit feels; how I feel

To live between a rock and a hard place
—In between time—
Cruising in prime time
Soaking up the cathode rays

To live between the wars in our time
—Living in real time—
Holding the good time—
Holding on to yesterdays...
You know how that rabbit feels
going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in that fatal climb
But the wheels of time
just pass you by...

wheels can take you around
wheels can cut you down

We can go from boom to bust
from dreams to a bowl of dust
We can fall from rockets' red glare
down to "Brother, can you spare—"
Another war, another wasteland
And another lost generation...


It slips between your hands like water
this living in real time
A dizzying lifetime
reeling by on celluloid

struck between the eyes by the big-time world
walking uneasy streets
Hiding beneath the sheets—
got to try and fill the void...
You know how that rabbit feels
going under your speeding wheels
Bright images flashing by
like windshields towards a fly
Frozen in that fatal climb
But the wheels of time
just pass you by...


We can go from boom to bust
from dreams to a bowl of dust
We can fall from rockets' red glare
down to "Brother, can you spare—"
Another war, another wasteland
And another lost generation...

wheels can take you around
wheels can cut you down
from rockets' red glare
down to "Brother, can you spare—"
Another war, another wasteland

Another lost generation...

- Rush, 1984
  • Current Music
    Rush - Between the Wheels
The view from up here

...And he is me.

I awoke this morning and lay in my bed like the hanged man:

top of the world, ma?


I do think that it's my card, more and more. That is to say, if there were one card of the major arcana (trumps) that represented me, it would be he.

XII. The Hanged Man

The Hanged Man is echoed in the myths of Osiris, Jesus Christ, and the Fisher King. Each of these men sacrificed himself so that his kingdom or followers could have better lives.

The suffering that The Hanged Man endures brings wisdom and insight to all those who know him. Hardships and trials in our life help to make us stronger. We learn and grow from the demands life makes on us. By facing our problems head on and by exploring the darkest places of our inner and outer worlds we can understand and rise above our problems.


I like the story of the Fisher King. As David Bowie put it in "I'm Deranged"—

"things guide a man changed
his hands held fire"


Pain brings visions. Anger incites clarity. Tidal cycles with the pull of the moon. You anger me, I can see through you like cut glass. I see how fragile and tender your soul is, and I feel sorry for you. I love you again.

Afterthought: If you number the cards starting with 0 (the Fool) as I do, it's the 13th card. 13's my lucky number, seeing as I was born on Friday the 13th.
  • Current Music
    Rush - Kid Gloves

Self-indulgent Frippery OR: The cool thing about being Robert Fripp is that ANYTHING you do is frippery!

[20:43:18] <DarkBegetsDark> No, it's too late.
[20:43:25] <DarkBegetsDark> I've already had a stroke of genius.
[20:43:31] <DarkBegetsDark> ANOTHER one.
[20:43:51] <DarkBegetsDark> The cool thing about being a genius is that WHATEVER you do is a stroke of genius.
[20:43:59] <DarkBegetsDark> Even if it's the stupidest thing ever.
[20:44:04] <Psyli> heh
[20:44:10] <DarkBegetsDark> BEKAZ YOORE A JENUS
[20:44:40] <DarkBegetsDark> http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=11617850
  • Current Music
    Rush - Beneath the Wheels (when put on repeat, it adds levels that would blow your MIND maaan)