"It is dangerous to leave written that which is badly written. A chance word, upon paper, may destroy the world. Watch carefully and erase, while the power is still yours, I say to myself, for all that is put down, once it escapes, may rot its way into a thousand minds, the corn become a black smut, and all libraries, of necessity, be burned to the ground as a consequence.
Only one answer: write carelessly so that nothing that is not green will survive."
from Paterson, bk. 3, “The Library,” sct. 3, by William Carlos Williams. (via thetargetbird)
10th House
Pluto 9
I threw my lamp against a wall this morning. It fell to the counter, inducting a spin towards the ground. The smash was worth it.
Regotiating the will to power (or, say, life) again.
Mothers Day has proven to be quite enlightening, actually.
(Source: xdowneyette, via f-rissons)
The lifestyle I am surfacing is like pulling teeth from a toothed vagina.
"As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know."
Carl G. Jung (Memories, Dreams, Reflections)
(Source: bulimiserable)
“Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.” ~ Carl Jung
Complexes to Personalities to Selves
I do not identify with the multiple personality kids, but I wanted to think about the Complexes within the Morrigan. How she is known as a “Triple Goddess”. She must have made careful articulation between the different pulls.
The Mystic
The Politician (as interpreter of sovereign, such as a contemporary judge)
The Warrior
One’s Own Abode, and the level process to relate.
I wanted to think about history and how I have moved energy best. Which abodes have heated the world personality, and acted from it? That form which satisfies Socratic art, as a good and gnostic.
I have tried to be cute, smart, and efficient. I’ve been a lot of things actually.
Some shadows do not animate. Complexes, as Jung would call them. A psyche interested in truth, I thought would be most important. Now, I find that I might need to select further between psyche’s interested in energy. Not all my loves, done right, can move mountains. That is to say; mysticism is a psyche which is not like all psyches. I’ve known this, but lacked a lot of vocabulary since then.
The complex interested in energy, rather than truth, is probably the one speaking. Prodigy in psychology. That is one that cannot be educated, disciplined, or worked. Talent that tides every breath on the planet neatly into an awareness. Can’t get a job doin that.
Philosophically, when one evaluates life, this complex is best disregarded. It is not even like the others that, if trained, can become meaningful to the human experiment as health and insight. A mind of tandem is neither, happy, nor efficient.
This psyche happens to have landed in the place of my confidence.
Life sucks
I am still crying over my two BA’s and how awful it was.
I feel fat.
Merp.
Since The Fuck Has Passed
I noticed my writing normalizing, grammer deepening, and vocabulary expanding again. I thought it was interesting, just in a couple of samples, that this is the case; however, I am lazy as fuck. I will never do commitment to anything again. Thank you University of Fuck. I don’t even know why I was there—considering the ruined self organization of mastery, and damage to brain.
I don’t even know what to do with myself now.
I promise though, I won’t try to do university ever again while working—like tomorrow’s sixteen hour shift, including a meeting with Le Guerta’la hhh TIT.
This too
On art,
In organizational psych the long expansions of knowledge followed by commitment of such knowledge gained of both, a good, and a truth in gnosis—is also artful. That’s flow, and, I guess,aesthetic philosophy.
Huh.
So like. Things that draw upon that process without the aesthetic common sense is a rhetoric mispercieved.
Overlapping psych on flow and aesthetics would ask, does the aesthetic qualities fortify the mental health of flow? Or is it uncorellated, having nothing to do with anything, and a philosophy of lazy? Would that be realism?
I cannot even begin to explain myself, and what kind of nightmare April was. I did it though.
(Source: terrible-reflection, via ya-tender)
