Pygmalion's Ephemeral Rejoice

Sonant sermons 

Sanguine Altars

Pair of ragged shoes

Blood...pouring

Yet

I watch myself from afar

Hopelessly flirting with 

My trumpery solace.

Pedram, Oct2012

Transcendental

Poisonous arrows, 

Fleet through her body,

A Shoreline fond of sarcasm

Watched the Child,

Consigned to the anxious waves.

pedram

Image: Wave by Sandy Coleman

تنفس انفرادی

حقیقت آن است که از آدم های اطرافم خیلی زود خسته می شوم،و احتمالا آنها هم خیلی زود از من خسته می شوند. حرف ها، اعمال وآمالشان خیلی با من همسو نیست. من چه کسی هستم که قضاوت کنم؟ من فرسنگ ها از اریکهِ ی حکم راندن برای دیگران فاصله گرفته ام. تنها می توانم بگویم من و این جریان به دو سوی مختلف در حرکت هستیم. نه من راضی می شوم که ه اجتماع بپیوندم نه    

   اجتماع تمایلی به این دارد خود را با این کلمات از حوزه ی رضوان دور نماید

In the distance, in the night, shadows engange the light.

Winds waft their spirits vibrancy.

Lay down and cloth the world into eternal glory of darkness.

(Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult)

I Squashed Yesterday!

On Thursday (September 13th) i played squash. It was cool, just the same old problem with my quadriceps. I tend to compromise. It was good to blast to the court,  just after what i went through on wednesday. It reinvigorate the fighting attitude in me. Only if I could squash all yesterdays!

Tuesday: Shoulders And Giants

I walked about 6.4 km today (September 11th ). The weather was excellent. It was dark when i started at 6:50. I focused to keep a constant pace and rhythm. Secondly i had to change my breathing. I listened to "Collapse Under The Empire" and 3 tracks of "Les Discrets" from the 2010 album "Septembre et ses Dernieres Pensees".  Post-Rock sound is really fantastic for walking/running. Last week i listened to "Crippled Black Phoenix" and "If These Trees Could Talk". Those were fantastic too.

These Days

Well, these days are tough, not so productive, and so on. Actually i didn't expect an easy way. So there I am. I've chosen and i take the full responsibility of all I've done. I'm human and mistakes are inevitable. I've chosen. I'm alone because I've chosen to be alone. I have to work hard, because I've chosen someplace to reach. I risked nearly everything, all friends, family, connections. I put aside. I've chosen to listen to my inner child. These days some sweet distant murmurs pierce my solitude. This life is baffling me!

Howling Wheel

 

I realize now that my task is not over, and so I will be returning to Samsara. I know that we shall meet again. Perhaps when we do you will be able to tell me what is more important: satisfying one thousand desires or conquering just one. 

( Apo: [his last letter to Tashi])

Excerpted from "Samsara" screenplay : Pan Nalin

Image: "Metamorphosen" ,Theater MESCHUGGE, Ilka Schönbein 

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Scum
Underneath,
Erupted through dark synapses,
Reality of today
Capsulates wretchedness,
Yet i hear
Echoes of crushing waves