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Monday, June 17, 2013

MACHO PICCU MYSTERY.....CARL JUNG, BASILIDES OF ALEXANDRIA, THE SEVEN SERMONS TO THE DEAD.... ..... ....... .....TRIPS DAILY ---"SAILING TO THE GRAIL"



EXERCISES WITH WORDS AND DREAMS                                             
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ROVING REPORTER RANTS: exercises exercises exercises 
                EXERCISES WITH THE TRUTH

exercises exercises exercise EXERCISES WITH THE RUTH
                        (I had an aunt called Ruth - my father thought she was crazy. "You look into her eyes; and you see
                                             the great beyond!"
                       he used to say)

EXERCISES WITH THE TRUTH - that`s why at roving reporter school, we practice telling whoppers
                                                         off the hop!
                                         Now that was a whopper....
("Son! Son! You lie to women!  You don`t lie to your father!) *
                              Whoppers off the hop!
        Bunny tail and the whoppers in cashmere sweaters!
  Whopping  together
                                      and the lake so cold.
((Whopper and the sweater... and the lake so cold  ---- i recognize this rhythm  ---- will try to find original passage)))
passage    passage to more than India   passage to...

                               STOP!
     
                    Turn, twist to the right!   A little step to the left...
that`s it! That`s it!
                                      What you wearing under that?
Get rid of it!
               Get rid of it!
That glossy pink`s     too bright!   It`s blinding!
                                                    too much glare! 
                                                      Pull that up...
                                Not your sweater, I meant your pants!
           Oh, I see what you mean, though...                                    Nice knockers...  NICE!

      Keep knocking! Is there anybody home???? Is there?
Anyone there?

                        Oh, you don`t have to listen to talk like that!
                        Shut the door slowly, and step away....
                           (Pretend someone else was asking....
                                    Yeah, it wasn`t you, yes, that`s it!
THAT`S  IT!           SOMEONE ELSE WAS KNOCKING
                                         YEAH, HIM, NOT YOU!
                              step away
                                                BACK DOWN GENTLY
                           (watch the dog)
step away
                  step away 
                                            up to the left
                                                       take a long right, yes,
                                                          that really is a nice dress

                                        that REALLY IS   Yah YAH ya
go ahead, buy it.... don`t worry, we`re paying.
that REALLY IS....   .... .... a nice DRESS

    off to the left,     left again.... Yeah, down that way.                                                       
Down this hill...                                                     

                                                      Feel the breeze off the lake.                                                       Breeze off the lake.
                       Beach.... Changing place...
                                                 STOP THAT!
YOU DON`T HAVE TO GET NAKED FOR
            NOBODY!
        Not for nobody!   That`s the truth... the truth
                                        nothing you have to do
                 unless you really really want to
                     do   do  do it
                                             Do It !    ALL DAY!    Whoops!
WHOOPS!
                                 Better back up... back away....
               more to the right,  twirl!!!
more to the left!
                                   step up step right up to the plate!
                now you`re talkin! yeh, just like that!
Just LIKE THAT
                                UP UP AND AWAY!

STEP AWAY
                               STEP             AWAY

STEP AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE, sir
                                                      
                     HANDS 
      ON YOUR HEAD!
HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE `EM!
                    "I was just changing, honest..."

       I heard the siren, THEN I heard the whistle blow.
              I heard the noon whistle blow.
             I heard the horn blow.... one long call, one long blast...
            We`re entering the harbour.
                   
        yahooooo!      
                                      LIMA, PERU              at last
      
                                Will you be going ashore, Mr. Ballantine?

                        
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                YES.                      I know a fabulous little bar right on 
                                  the  Avenue. It`   3.8 miles from this exact
                                                              spot.... Approximately!

Ha! Ha! Yes, approximately! Very funny, sir.
                It`s  3.87 miles, if you want to be...really approximate.

                Are you taking the tender, or do you prefer your
                        own transportation?
                         Better bring the Harley up.
                         What`s the day like,  Bucks?
  Just as you like it, sir, hot and glossy!
                         That`ll be just...  perfect. 

                            The other twelve people in the piano bar,
took the trip up the mountain... the small gauge railway...
the cliffs, the view, the many platforms for planting.
I`d been there before... decided to go instead to  Claro!
                            Watch the women pass, shopping
with others in tow....read the papers, drink the draft.
Get that... sense of balance... back.



TO PENETRATE THE THIN MEMBRANE INTO THE EXISTENCE OF  DARK
AND MORE TERRIFYING  REALITIES ... mission statement of your reporter
  But not today, today we cruise.

                                                                     * ((((( AS RODNEY DANGERFIELD SAYS:  
                                                                    "Son, you lie to women, you don`t lie to your father!"))))






child with a devil mask                               (C)2000 w.g.milne
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ravens croak every A.M.
atop the hemlock tree above


a child with a devil
    mask
visits me
at the motel.
the sun is vast over
the mirror surface of the great
lake, sparkling glass

2 mice we take out of the
house
just young mice
(teenagers)
one caught in the tub
one I trap in the garbage
we hide the two across the
street
under a rock
still scampering

a cat watches
waits for us to leave
the forest park

child with the mask
waits with rocks
for the approach of
the cat.                                                                

                                          *


            "The dead returned from Jerusalem, where
they found not what they sought. "
               And now they come to me
SEVEN SERMONS TO THE DEAD
                          written by Basilides   23 A.D.(approx)
These passages re-discovered in 1945 by the Nile River,
near Nag Hammadi.
Now part of the Nag Hammadi Library, ed. James M.  Robinson.
The codex containing  "SEVEN SERMONS TO THE DEAD"
fell into the hands of Carl Jung.  Was purchased by Carl?
Gnostic  (early Christian) texts had a major influence
on the good Doctor. He was so influenced by Basilides
that he stole Basilides title.
           
       "Lesser poets borrow;
        "Great poets steal."  T.S. Eliot

          And, boy, have I found some dandy stuff only half
published by T.S., which I intend to steal piecemeal!

           O what a wonderful morning!
            O what a wonderful day!
              I haven`t been arrested...
               Everything`s going my way!   (T.S. didn`t write this
                                                                          Neither did I!)

         So the twelve folks who took went up
to Macchu Pitchu came back down ten days
later.  I had returned from Lulu`s CLARO! Bar,
having renewed a sense of direction in my loins -
13 degrees east..northeast approximately!

                O those women from Lima
                 O those fine gals from Spain
                   Girls from the old Inca Kingdom
                     Thank you for going my way!
           
        I`m sitting in the second piano bar - one deck up.
Armando`s serving drinks.  And Armando understands
me,  I wave at him as I write this.
        He is by my side in an instant.
         Ỳour wish,  senor?
          Well, now that you ask... two more tall vodka tonics
with a twist of lime....
            "I know senor."   Of course, he knows. He looks hurt.
             "No. I`m explaining the drink on the page.
             "See?
              "Ah, si senor!"
              "And when I waved... I wrote this."  I point to "Armando understands me."
               I promise him a copy of the book, and he`s back in a flash with 3 vodka tonics with lime - he must make them ahead
of time...
               By God, I`m getting thirsty writing this!

                Please excuse me. 

                Now, that`s much better. I don`t want you to think I drink on the job, except that`s why I chose this job.  I`ǜe
got three drinks lined up myself - in the freezer.... Don` have
the vodka or the tonic... do have a delightful little tipple....have the ice and the lime...

                OK, back to the 2nd up piano bar
 port side the Sagafijord casting my eyes off in the direction
of Easter Island, I start to dream. Easter Island`s about 2000
miles straight out, almost due West across the Pacific. If
you like Ocean, this is Ocean... where else can you
go 2000 miles at 30 knots and not see a soul?
               I drain a tall frosted glass. I pick up another...
                "TO ALL YOU WHO MAKE THIS VOYAGE
WITH ME, I SAY CHEERS! TO US! TO THE GRAIL! TO
THE WIND IN OUR SAILS!"

                "AND CHEERS TO THE LORD OF SONG!
GIVE US, WE PRAY, THE FUEL THAT WE NEED
TO FINISH OUR VISION TODAY!

               The twelve returned from the mountain top.
They sat at my table and the table beside me and
the table behind.
                "What a trip!" Ned says
                 "I`ll bet," I say.

                  "You bet!" said Larson.
                   Serious for a moment, Ned stands up. Fixes
me with some kind of cross-eyed piercing serious stare.
I want to thank you for saving my life.
                   " If you hadn`t reached out and grabbed my hand.
I would have fallen clean off that drop... I would have
fallen... "
                   "12 hundred and seventy feet!" Brenda, his wife,
says.
                   Then ten more voices say: "TWELVE HUNDRED
AND SEVEN TWO FEET!"
                    Ned says, "I might not have survived that drop!"
Laughs all around.  "Really, any place, any time, anything
you need,  Billy Ballantine, you just call my name."
                     Everyone is silent, which is odd and rare for this very likeable group.
                      "Well,  that`s great Ned... but I wasn`t there.
I was in a bar in Lima!"
                      Nobody heard me. And more than one time,
more like three or four times, I told the gang I didn`t
go on that trip that they took.
                       They all said,  "Naaaawaaa!" And they waved
their hands back at me.  "Don`t tell me that, you were right there beside me," said Lucille and she gave me a wink. I said
 I`d stayed in a bar in Lima all ten days. I even had
receipts... But no one believed me.  No one even began to believe me.  What I was saying was absurd, they were certain of it.

                         The reason I hadn`t gone on the trip
to Macho Piccu, I thought there was no point.
Since I`d been there before.
                           I had not been there before, not
in this life. Nevertheless I had the sense there was
no point in going.  I`d already seen the place. I already
knew it too well in some other time.

                           Even two months later, none of the
twelve believed me when I said I didn`t go
on the trip. And I had denied it many times.
                           There was no way any one of them
could believe me. They`d all done stuff with me
up there. A few of them even made lists of the
things we had done togther.
                            This is one of those mysteries I
always talk about. And I`ve found no solution
to the mystery. I usually don`t find solutions.
Now I don`t even try.

                             There is consciousness in places none
of us believe consciousness is possible on this planet.
I see it time and again.
                              The only thing I can think of
was - I`d been drinking in a bar in Lima, and looking
out over the boulevard, watching the people pass.
I guess I was in something of a dream state.
                               Maybe I visited with those folks
in a place I knew many lifetimes ago. Maybe I
travelled with them in a dream, while my surface mind
watched the women walk by...
                                I don`t know.  There`s nothing
more I can say.  What do you think?









  Feel free to leave comments.  And if you can`t
leave a comment, tell me if I have a technical
problem.  Please.  I`m not sure
my comment reception is working.

                                    Cheers,  R. R.
                                    Fare Foreward, travellers!

                                     








                         "Sailings to the Grail"(C)2013 by William Milne