Enchanting Music [REVISED]

[REVISED:]

No real challenge looking to tomorrow – not
accomplishing anything, no achievements, only
the chance to practice self-discipline

Paid to create a version of hell with self-control
an end – follow subjectively idiosyncratic rules,
transcribe worthless texts in grey soulless words

Ethically the only goal is keeping sane in a world
gone mad – to play a meaningless game in such
a way that all have a good time

While the self-righteous blind condemn those
who know the game is an illusion, force others
to pay lip-service to useless falsehoods

A morality play where oppressors and oppressed
all gain – but no-one can stop enchanting music
inside… as long as desire for delight and beauty
remains


ORIGINAL:

No real challenge to look forward to tomorrow;
not accomplishing anything, it is only a chance
to practice self-discipline, no achievement, we
are paid to create a version of hell, the only goal
is self-control - to follow idiosyncratic subjective
human rules, transcribe worthless texts in grey
soulless words

The only goal in ethical terms is keeping from
going mad in a world gone insane - to play a
meaningless game in such a way that all have
a good time while the self-righteous blind con-
demn those who know the game is just illusion,
forcing others to pay lip-service to useless
falsehoods

A morality play by which we all gain, oppressors
and oppressed alike - as long as my desire for
delight and beauty remains alive; I know
no-one can stop the enchanting
music inside…

Decisions In Agreement

Reality lives in people’s heads, Terry
Pratchett says in application of
quantum physics theories

I have changed my reality so often
today, I am not sure in which
parallel reality I am

Within the knotted cable or free-
floating already in the lane of a
separate string

Weaving history while including all
its alternatives in bulging knots
that make the story interesting

The main direction never wavers, held in
place by many decisions in agreement
while the details create

As many bobbles as every dreamer
can ever wish to see…

Painful Day

This painful day is nearly over, the awful ending
of the book ‘Moving Pictures’ by Terry Pratchett;
dreams shattered, characters returning to the
mundane world from which they had almost made
an escape; Dungeon Dimension creatures made
a mess of a brilliant new technology – this ending
does not work for me, I am totally depressed and
need a break from bleak ideas; feeling sad about
the state of idiosyncratic reality and my complete
inability to fit into without killing the self-righteous
who waste my time and change the world into a
most forbidding place; please let lightning strike
all those who seek the shard in other people’s
eye while ignoring the darkness obscuring their
own self-opinionated view – even if it means the
lighting should strike me first…

A Great Drawback

Wish I could say what I mean - wish I could
express my feelings, wish I had a friend who
could understand, wish there were one whom
I could trust, who had the disposition and time
to listen until I managed to say everything

Someone to help unravel the puzzle so I can
become reconciled and resigned to my fate,
to laugh at my shortcomings and tease me
for being bad; having lost the ability to talk
it is impossible to say anything – I find

Oblique reference in other people’s words;
trusting consciousness goes on after this
physical existence; free from astrogenetic
limitation in a different realm where the
spirit is free to choose its destiny

Without limitation by a million variables - my
current personality is a great drawback, a step
back in the progress of spiritual evolution; but
it will enrich awareness - though the price for
the experience gained… is painful…

…in the extreme…

(I know the fault is mine)

More Than We Are

Came home singing, Sorrento, you said Here
comes Maria Von Trapp - little knowing that I
was being Leo Buscaglia, happy in knowing
about the Necrotelicomnicon* offering a Door
out of this World

I need these dreams because I had to check a
lease contract for my Calvinist colleague who
immediately queried every change I made – I
only did it because I am being paid; it has no
meaning to me

Whether the rental agreement stipulates lease
or rent or bank savings rates or bank rates for
savings; who cares, irrelevant – if she prefers
her own version I am happy to concur – why
ask me in the first place

She ought to know me by now, sounds are
important, not their dictionary meaning, the
sound IS the feeling, keep your definitions,
I will keep on singing, no need to let one
interfere with the other

The most important thing is to determine
whether I am Madame Butterfly, Carmen
or Christine; which role can I sing, how
far can we go, can we love like Leo
Buscaglia, can we

understand the difference between being
who we are - take up our own space or
try to be more than we are…

*Necrotelicomnicon - reference found in
“Moving Pictures” – Terry Pratchett -
Corgi edition 1995, p. 174

Spectacular Failure

Ran into the office this morning to confess
the French mess to Hanlie, my Stoic Spartan
colleague, as I started to tell her of the chaos
in class – my passionate explanation why
Dominique Strauss-Kahn thought Tristane
Banon came to him with a mysterious plan

Given the title of her book “Male Mistakes”*
immediately suggesting he should illustrate
what it meant, given his fling with Tristane’s
mother, Anne Mansouret, he did not know
Tristane was never told, he thought Tristane
wanted to see his Cro-Magnon approach -

Marine confused; sweet Rima scared; Marius
angered by Strauss-Kahn’s lack of respect for
women and ethics, disorder obscuring the
brilliant explanation of incomprehensible
events, Hanlie laughed with me about my
spectacular failure to communicate…


* Title “Male Mistakes ” = “Erreurs
commises (au masculin) ”

Anne Mansouret never told her daughter,
Tristane Banon, that she had a wild fling
with Dominique Strauss-Khan; so when
her daughter approached Khan with a
suggestive title for a book, he thought
she wanted to taste the same forbidden
fruit, totally unaware she never knew
about the wild side of life…

[Laughter always saves my life, realising this
morning I have the whole day in which to be
depressed, I might just as well enjoy the
sweet morning and the burlesque in my failed
attempt to convey my Sherlock Holmes-
analysis of a current news event...]

Be Renewed

Incoherent people cannot talk, cannot
use words to convey their meaning, explain
what they are feeling, incoherent people can
only wonder about the forlorn meandering
of their own thoughts

Notes twinkling like ice-cubes, passing me
by, no music left, only the darkness inside,
must learn to fill it up with gleaming
interest - the words are lost, empty
lines running on

Without rhythm and sound; tomorrow
will bring a new story of beauty, dragons
and glory, dreamers shall be victorious over
sorrow, bring joy of dancing fellows -
tomorrow life shall be renewed