Reminiscences Of A Starless American Night In The Cold Neon Highways Scattering Truth Consciousness: Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and The Absolute Conformity of the Self

Allen Ginsberg Benaras 1963

Allen Ginsberg Benaras 1963

Reminiscences Of A Starless American Night  In The Cold Neon Highways Scattering Truth Consciousness: Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and The Absolute Conformity of the Self 

 

“We used to believe 

In the good ole days 

We still receive 

In little ways 

The things of kindness 

& unsporting brow 

Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists 

Ina school book …

– Jim Morrison 

“I’m with you in Rockland

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night”. – Howl by Allen Ginsberg, San Francisco 1955-56

If I am awake in those pavements

Received the light granted to me

If I am awake in those moments

By a sudden shiver that disentangled my brain from feelings

Reason didn’t persuade me to walk on waters

Nor did it profess to ensconce the sun on the spiral staircase

Then it looked utterly simple

This world, its maiden plump shadow and earthly odour

This body came out of a sensation

Invigorating the carcass with uranium sands

My nerves dangled with stars in profusion

Encircled a whole creation

A marble of plasticity that must explain the separation of superposition logic

Mixing sweat with lava and the charred bones of animal earth

A labour of the soul interpenetrating the elemental worlds

A play of inconscience with the superconscience

Anima Mundi entered the heart of the Heliospheres

An arrow spanning eons was shot from the quivering lips

It sprung words from the fountain of liquid time

Liquid because it obeyed gravity and didn’t think otherwise

And utterly innocent memories lapsed in the guise

Too wise to forget the vaporised dew on the face of things

That will clutter as raindrops on the shaligram shila

Nature’s precedents amplify the colors of a reminiscing spring

Like an old gramophone in the heart

It beat the desired vibration of subatomic chondrites

Louanimghor louvanimghor louhastreta soham

Poetry’s miniature in the formless attributes

Ever seeking words to manifest its new sign

Through the dilemma of stillness amidst the last action of the gods

The Supermind has descended on earth

And as they prepare the ceremony of the dead and the unborn living

From vrihat samhita sutras

The seven seers awake the child from their sleep

A time when the winds whipped the sea screaming:

Howl! Howl! Howl!

– J

 

PS: http://psychedelicsutra.blogspot.in

 

 

 

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FROM TARA-TWILIGHT MERU TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT: A SYSTEM OF MULTIPLE TIME-CONVERGENCE THROUGH RADIAL-CRYSTAL QUARTZ FUTURE POETRY

“We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance”. 

– John Archibald Wheeler, American Theoretical Physicist (1911-2008)

“IT ISTHOUGHT AND FEELINGS THAT GUIDES THE UNIVERSE, NOT DEEDS”. 

– Edgar Cayce (1877-1945), American Psychic Practitioner, Spiritual Healer

CELEBRATION OF THE LIZARD  

Jim Morrison- An American Poet

Jim Morrison- An American Poet

Lions in the street & roaming

Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming

A beast caged in the heart of a city

The body of his mother

Rotting in the summer ground.

He fled the town.

He went down South

And crossed the border

Left the chaos & disorder

Back there

Over his shoulder.

One morning he awoke in a green hotel

W/a strange creature groaning beside him.

Sweet oozed from its shiny skin.

Is everybody in? (3)

The ceremony is about to begin.

– Jim Morrison

FROM TARA-TWILIGHT MERU TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT: A SYSTEM OF MULTIPLE TIME-CONVERGENCE THROUGH RADIAL-CRYSTAL QUARTZ FUTURE POETRY

Entex-Veman is the Bird-Lion constant of Time

Laser pax = apple-jerk on free torque spin

Xan-infinity drope-link = jolt-trab and its additional violence on huvak Slash pull corner-hyphen tale = Unmanifest (0.44499K) < Manifest (0.44972K)

Meta-cast swing = fral-fraho-frahi (matter is vatter on zatter)

I

A flight of birds

Sakyamuni/Vairochana Buddha, Denman Waldo Ross Collection

Sakyamuni/Vairochana Buddha, Denman Waldo Ross Collection

Suddenly disturbed thoughts

Man, mannequin and the ocean spirits

Lie saddled in the couch

The tiger’s empress lurking in the woods

Caves dug into the shore

The hollow shadow of light

Filters rich elements from the stars

Are you naked in the sun?

Your horse weeping, punished in the desert?

Slaughtered by the iron hands of some mad beast?

What cage is broken?

What prison reverberates with distant thunder?

What agony disturbs the spider’s web?

Kicking the dust on the grand road

The winds pick up the angel’s tear

Towers and monuments fall

Lord Vishnu, Indian Art

Lord Vishnu, Indian Art

Fall on the ground

Screech

Faint

Turquoise sea calling

The waves cooing through the hooves

Lavender bees of the moon’s memory

Turns leaf of the big banyan tree

Scribbles on it

The FLOWERING OF LOVE…

II

White snakeskin

10 Avatars of Vishnu, Lithograph by Raja Ravi Varma

10 Avatars of Vishnu, Lithograph by Raja Ravi Varma

Stars fading in the distance…

Coiled around the armature of the mind

It comes back to foresee the events

Adjoining lines ripple to the centre

Emanation of the hibiscus sun

Flowering its petals on the radiant surface of the sea

The chariot of the golden Lord descend on the waters

Cities that are cast in metals melt on a plate

A new dawn is awakening

Silent nights pass their tear on the shore

Many moons have breathed the moment of return

As many children are dancing in the forest hills

Wood, amber and the sap-green dew

Recognized the feet on the ground

Fluttering winds the grasses sing

Echoing around a violet ring

Just as the blue horizon of a strange magic shape

That makes the will to surrender an act of love

A time of divine forbearance has paved the way for eternity…

III

Lotus eyebrow single essence

Nestled in the grove

Lands of the great flood moonrise

Goddess Tara, the Compassionate one, Kulu, India

Goddess Tara, the Compassionate one, Kulu, India

Epic funerals of time past

Roads to eternity

Shall the horses feed the thistles and thorns?

The dying cows the dreadful desolation

Milk cheese bread boys, ginger girls

Cannot remember the songs of paradise

History’s prejudice have burnt the forests

Sages burning in ether’s prophecy

Heart to heart cannot speak alas!

Or speak, sing or dream like the baby crawling into the solar vestibules

Playtime ends, monsters sprawl the morning with an axe

Cutting the dead wood to reap harvest with hell

An energy is set loose who claims what that is question

Conquer the kingdoms enlighten the fools rule the economy

That is where we have come so far from our original destiny (home/Kaivalya-Dham/Satyam-Varam-Rupam)

Dim lights fading like the stars across many multiverses

No alien kingdom will protect this earth

We are manned to be unmanned by the threat of our own actions

Those who run high offices they know that the bell is rung

It’s just a matter of time, enjoy the long holiday!

– Joy