Electric Eruptions of Invisible Hell

(Psychotic Episode #3)

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Accept loss forever.

— Jack Kerouac

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so many roads to choose from!

passion has fled

electric eruptions

of invisible hell

twilight has vanished

and we will suffer

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twisted silence

shadowed nameless

we watch in reverence

on the edge of the world

plastic flowers emerging

from bold angst in full bloom

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remember

the stranger

sun in his face

asking his way – – –

so many roads to choose from!

when the world was new

white and cold against the clouds

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the heat is coming

luminous defiant

crossing the frontier

as we listen in fear

never knowing how

the heat will vanish

and the sin is done

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black and shiny

near the ground

scuttle wanton bugs

beneath the rain – – –

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I am electric on the dream – – –

giving birth is hard

birth into being

fighting back shifting

seeing the light – – –

so many roads to choose from!

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remember

the stranger

hurried worried

in whose eyes

a backward glance

grew old:

so many roads to choose from!

electric eruptions

of invisible hell

twilight has vanished

and we will suffer

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Peter Bies © 2010

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A Pale Street Light On The Calm Black Water

(Psychotic Episode #2)

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Art is a substitute for violence. The same impulses that drive persons to violence — the hunger for meaning, the need for ecstasy, the impulse to risk all — drive the artist to create.

Rollo May, Power and Innocence (1972)

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for these cracked brains

in each soft corner

sky is hell-red

through these hours of pain

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for these cracked brains

in each soft corner

little black puppets

are dancing

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for these cracked brains

a pale street light

on the calm black water

a dying star

melting away

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and the mad poet said:

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in a dream

I shall feel god

who bit flowers of ink

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I shall feel god

who dreamt

in the wine of daylight

stronger than

alcohol lightnings

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and the mad poet said:

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it was his voice

mad with love

beautiful as snow

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I no longer

felt myself –

imploding

backwards

into sleep

I hung there –

a clockwork

of bone

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by Peter Bies & Arthur Rimbaud

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Peter Bies © 2010

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Psychotic Episode

Mental illness is not funny. — Philip K. Dick

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and to grow

in the grain

lull me

asleep

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of brilliant flies

pour burning love

into the devil’s

paradise

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that by starlight

he may sing and shiver

like leaves

on a tree

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smooth vision

muted silence

by the wave, by the wave

your coolness on my cheeks:

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the beads

of your love

in a slumbering

chestnut

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hemmed in

by beasts

from violent forests:

where the stars are sleeping

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lying in

their long veils

on the calm black water

embroidered with black ashes

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memories

but endlessly

rising, soaring

mount in my soul

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I cared not

I was hurled off the hurricane

of litter

and resentment

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pale-eyed

I realize

in antique plays

the scented twilight

of souls

devoured

by vermin

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by Peter Bies & Arthur Rimbaud

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Peter Bies © 2010

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Night Train, Arrested

Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well meant-intentions.

— Carl Gustav Jung

O guiding night! O night more lovely than the dawn!

— Saint John of the Cross

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soft flashes underneath

 

cold crystal (cubes

and) window waves

 

lights flying brilliant sounds

 

about the (rustling) dark

 

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about the dark

lurk unseen monsters

 

 

 

open-eyed

unseeing

 

 

 

lost in broad night

 

 

 

beyond the tracks

 

 

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beyond the tracks

you be aware

 

the day is going

 

so electric within

 

any winds that blow

 

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any winds that blow

down what tracks

 

lucid strangers

 

keep guessing

 

in the late light

 

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in the late light

lucid strangers

 

reaching out

 

meeting

 

empty

hands

 

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empty hands

of strangers

out of

whose dreams

 

the face

in your mirror

 

lose her way

 

and find no road-signs

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Dirko Juchem’s version of Herbie Mann’s Memphis Underground !

Electric!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_l56yGstL8

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Here’s from an interview with C. G. Jung:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wop91_Gvwos&feature=related

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And here’s another interview with C. G. Jung:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQubC5zc-y4&feature=related

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Peter Bies © 2010

 

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Ghosts of New Year’s Past #2

What is time? If nobody asks me, I know; but if I were desirous to explain it to one that should ask me, plainly I know not.

— Augustine of Hippo

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The first thing necessary for a constructive dealing with time is to learn to live in the reality of the present moment. For psychologically speaking, this present moment is all we have.

— Rollo May, in Man’s Search for Himself (1953)

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All sober under liquid lights

 

You grind harsh memories

 

Behind a mirthless smile

 

Dawn will be born

 

Among splinters

 

Of shattered hopes

 


 

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You stroke

My shaking limbs

 

In the shadows

 

The day is over

 

So scary behind the noise

 

 

 

 

I dance with dank flames

Of stoplights and neon signs


 

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So stick

To your tough

 

Emotional diet

 

Of dry tears

And stale grudges

 


 

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While feasting on hard feelings

 

You sense a rabid rage within

 

A modicum of effort:

 

 


 

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Can you hear it?

 

The stink will die

 

So sexy beneath the slime

You dream of peaceful chimes

About the air

 


 

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The very day

Will come again

Tired

Cold

And luminous

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This is Herbie Hancock live in 1975:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0hmVHhH96es&feature=related

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Just for the sheer retro weirdness of it, here’s
Stella – Pourquoi pas moi? (1963)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqItgyEGxtY

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Peter Bies © 2010

 

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Ghosts of New Year’s Past #1

Now the New Year reviving old Desires

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,

Where the white Hand Of Moses on the Bough

Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

— Omar Khayyám, The Rubaiyat (1120)


The New Year. The future. Yeah ole daddy Earth fixin’ to start one more trip ’round the sun and everybody hopin’ this ride ’round be a little more giddy, a little more gay. Yep, all over town champagne corks is a-poppin’.

Moses the Clock Man, The Hudsucker Proxy (1994)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POcsWz4GwUA&feature=PlayList&p=69D5900BEC79580F&index=20

 

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Happy New Year!

S NOVYM GODAM!

 

Best,

 

Peter

 

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Peter Bies © 2009

 

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