2 Brand New Arts Lab - 04/03/12April 3 2012 at 4:06 PM
|Nevada Kerr (Login NevKerr)|
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In The Gaping Abyss
A passageway appears
Like an intermittent dream
Or a wrinkle in my destiny
Where meaning intervenes
Sometimes it's a doorway
Through boundless space and time
Or a rambling route between
Rooted habits of mind
There's a secret portal
That opens through the word
Off the beaten path
Moving closer to the void
And I know I'm on the right track
As its shadow hits the earth
And I'm falling through its shiny cracks
To the blackness of its birth
Written by © Raven Drake
April 01, 2012
Making ample room to move
With attentive ear and eye
I occupy a groove
Wavelengths crackle deep inside
Channels on the tube
As my blood flows with the tide
Something else gets through
Lines of verse, whispered cries
Glossed over much too soon
Break open in the starry night
Like a throat about to croon
Ravens glide, worlds collide
Larvae die in their cocoons
Mountains slide from side to side
And poison flowers bloom
As voyeurs in the caves of time
Hollow out the moon
The mythic yarns of dreaming minds
Glitter in the gloom
Written by © Raven Drake
April 03, 2012
Re: 2 Brand New Arts Lab - 04/03/12
|April 4 2012, 12:01 AM |
thanks for these interesting poems. i am surprised you didnt writte again about the fool cause it was 1st april sunday.
Hi Ulysse - I'm Glad You Liked Them
|April 4 2012, 5:56 PM |
Good To Hear From You.....
I was trying to capture something that often eludes me about how Fate can sometimes be perceived as an interloper sliding into our life and dreams, permeating our consciousness and perception if not our perspective and prospects.
I often perceive intermediate forces at work in the cosmos, forces that are indeterminate in nature and require a dialogue with us. I'm very interested in the unknown quantities that exist just below the surface of consciousness, regions of the mind or cracks in time and space where trance states or altered states of awareness thrive.
Perhaps humans are the medium or go-between for these forces. I think human consciousness is inhabited by other beings; call them forces, spirits, energies, powers, entities but they are the co-habitants within. They do not haunt or possess us as much as they inform us.
They are the angels and demons of an elder lore. We could refer to them as sources of inner genious or Conscience if we like.
They aid us in smuggling information and inspiration over the borders of the unconscious and conscious mind. They are instrumental, perhaps essential in our creative process.
In the realm of space-time, past, present and future co-exist. Life and death are born of the Abyss and Lethe or Oblivion is the purveyor of memories.
The Void is a fertile place for the creative mind. The spaces between things are rich in ideas and memories.
The air or breath inspires us to reach for these spaces betwixt and between, often by the twilight of the glimmering moon. The energies of Inspiration, the Breath of the Word endure behind a permeable skin.
Dura or Urda the Wyrd or Fateful One appears hard but is very porous, allowing light and levity to enter.
It is in her MeanTime, the place of durable memories that all is possible.
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Re: Hi Ulysse - I'm Glad You Liked Them
|April 4 2012, 6:28 PM |
Glad You Liked The First One
|April 4 2012, 7:03 PM |
Hope you enjoy the second one....!!
I just wrote the second one off the 'top of my head' in response to your enjoyment of the first bit of writing which I also just pulled out of the portal in my head in response to your enjoyment of the 'Interventions' poem, laughing out loud.....!!!
Also Regarding The Poem 'Interventions'
|April 4 2012, 6:34 PM |
Space-Time casts a spell over the whole of our lifetimes. In times of respite or entrance into the Dream Realm, access is granted to sources of information not available to the Conscious Mind.
Here in the slips and cracks and slits of the Void, speech and memory are activated.
Opportunities that exist within these realms are unimaginable on the surface, but below the surface, in the cracks and other-worldly portals of consciousness spirits rise to the surface.
The spirits of things unseen and unheard make themselves known. Perhaps they speak in tongues unknown or unknowable.
Here in the deeper recesses of these realms hidden meanings and omens co-exist.
Time and Tide are interwoven and intercede in our lives.
Here is the place of invention if not intervention, a space betwixt and between where all things are possible.
Beyond the static of the Logical Mind something else insinuates itself, something that demands a response, something beyond are ingrained habits of mind.
Here and now we become preoccupied, engrossed in the MeanTime, the place of sleeping gods, an unsuspected realm that we often contact in our dreams.
We don't need a passport or a password to enter this realm. It is always open and available to us, though it often lies dormant and remains unseen by the light of day.
The Midwives of the Imaginal Realm are ourselves. It is up to us to transport this awareness to the other side, up to us to convey, interpret and re-interpret its hidden meanings.
Sometimes these hidden and somewhat obscure meanings, images, symbols, vestiges are blurry and seem incomprehensible, but with a little tweaking here and there they come into sharp focus.
We can follow these golden threads through the cracks in space and time and consciousness to the other side and then return wholly renewed with new ideas.
We can re-weave a disconnected world, a world where the divide between the conscious and the unconscious mind is wide indeed.
By snatches, by jerks, by skips, by catches, by fits and starts we pull out the energies invested in the ideas of the shy imagination, the inner guide or genius hiding in the recesses of the mind, concealed behind silences and masks.
Our inner selves just need a little push and pull to awaken to the aliveness of everything within and without.
Here we enter the recurrent dream, a dream whose intermittent episodes shock and inspire with awe and sometimes dread.
Sometimes these whispering voices stutter in spasms of excitement and expectation in a race to articulate dormant ideas and imaginings on the brink of speech.
It is then that we must act as negotiators or go-betweens, helping to articulate the often inarticulate or inexpressible depths of the imaginal world, a world of myths and magic hidden behind the everyday veneer of Logic and Reason.
A world wider and wilder than our imaginings. A world awaiting our participation.
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