Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Batter my Heart 3 Person'd God, for you.....
...decided to flow on from the FlasHHeart stimbols , to wit the last 3 posts and a couple from Hidden Dakini - Happy Halloween Again and Heart Shaped Rock.
On Monday the 17th [ State holiday celebrating the Velvet Revolution , 1989] went KINSKEHO ZAHRADA [ Kinsky Garden] a wooded spot in SMICHOV [ Smileville] , in central Prague. Below fast-flowing water.
Filled this pot which I got from NEWSPACEMAN - it reads -" MAGIE , Jet Stain" , and further to the base - " Magic Polish'.
Wandered further on and came to wooden church which was moved here from Karpathia in 1927, and has just been renovated and filled with religiosity. Took the pics through the grilles on the window.
here's a montage of pics - The Lamppost comes from Prague, the arm with Heartstone, and the background pic of trees from Hidden Dakini and the Lightning-Struck Tree from Stygian Port's 'America's Fall from Grace'
The water I got for the paint with which I tendered a resonant glyphette upon my arm, a response. Went with Green for the Heart [ Feminine] and Red for the Flash [ Male] , while the Crystal = hermaphro as it contains both nergies. The crystal looks phallic but the hands shape lends a Yoni to the proceedings. Behind the colours on the DOOR synch with GREENHEART , REDFLASH and WHITECRYSTAL
HD had sent this fotky. her hand upon her Heart , a worldwide sign for 'Hello' In mu last post I [ which included the foto] I posted a pic of Theda Bara, who I noticed also had her hand on her heart while rising from a skeleton [ a symbol of the brittle , redundant beliefs and habits, the box or eXoskeleton of the Beetle]
So I extended this vis-conneXion into the rootuall, by placing the crystal on my heart, which for me 'grounds' the atomic NRG that I'd been writing about. Surrounded by trees , grass, water, earthenware pots and wooden church [ dedicated to St Michael], the grounding went fairly easily. The 'grounding' acknowledges that in blog-space things can get a little 'airy'
THE TRIPLE FOOL.
by John Donne
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry ;
But where's that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny ?
Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain ;
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increasèd by such songs,
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.
...who B Liberty?
[Wen over to Tod's [at Through the Looking Glass] post - 'Transition to 2012' and filched this foto, though cropped, cheers]