Archive | March, 2010

Aesop Rock Float, Free Album Download

30 Mar

BeMused Music: Aesop Rock, Float, Free Album Download!

(Note: Lyrics written in bold purple emphasize my amplified resonation with the song)

Lyrics: “No Splash” by Aesop Rock, Float

January, I fell to the cobblestone
In April, I cut little paper flowers
In August, I drank cold tea all my lonesome
In October, I was introduced as coward
I love New York Saturdays
But Mondays last longer
And since I plan to live a long life
Maybe I’ll serve a thousand Mondays and swallow the burn
To merge the week for all its got
To get my shoddy rotten ribs stick, forgot my ribs
I got a lil’ something called a spirit crisis on my skull
And it’s nothing short of ferocious but I swallowed the dosage
I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle
And my candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel
Then I settle in a stand still
I live forever reaching for the sun
Hoping some lucky day I’ll clutch and get a hand full
Rope ladder, I’ma swing in ample
And I wanna turn scullies and summings with pretty lullabye, bye
The way my gypsy dances makes a monster retreat to fetal
I never felt so damn young
But you don’t look a day over zero
And you don’t look a day in the times cuz it’ll make you realize
The night is near so
Well then go, dream, I clean around the edges
I tidy up the tabletop, and lectured all the pledges
I never really knew the true definition of precious
Till my angel wit the beautiful red locks gave it a message
I’m a fully animated life tree
See the root of the mute button was dug up bug up on a song
Of I’m a fully animated life tree
With branches for the heavens to admire actually
Chorus (Woman speaking)
Fame, war, love, honor, crime, innocence, tragedy, sunshine
Cringe, death, passion, heroism, God, suffering, joy, fate
Destiny, treasure, stars, gall, hunger, murder, silence, mayhem
Health, pain, suspense, breath, sound, guilt, pride, time
We all know what a halo is
But we all don’t know the horrors if your halo tips

I be theandnbsp;?manadome? making your pretty little heels click
I be the Sword in the Stone of the contemporary eclipse
I’m incredibly exhausted
You can’t imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, I’m obsolete
Freedom freedom freedom fighter beginning
Better stay competitive, meter in such to bust, fuckin fantastic
Every little steps you take breaks the chamber
In the chest, developed in the abomidable trouble
Settle for a cruel second, loud for an hour
Screamin to the beats to leave until my whole weekend turns sour
I ain’t been around the world but I been around the block
I ain’t seen everything but I seen enough to talk
I ain’t a prophet, I ain’t the Second Coming of Christ
I’m just a mason with a will to build and a little advice
I wanna weeble well, I wanna set of knitting needles
Villain with a theme dream silent
Paddle in the hole divy to where the portraits astonish
You won’t regret a single solitary step, I promise
Look, in a situation where a dragon guards the gate
I make a true spur of the moment grown decision
Which in turn allows me to be something normal
With the prefix of the abbot
I can kill every monster if I got it, that’s that
Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin it
Be the little guinea pig, dig?
I’m tryin to make an exit with no ripples in the water
No splash, let the poison slide down down the hatch

It’s Like That.

BeMused Graphic Designs: ImproVocations

28 Mar

Find more photos like this on FITC

Find more photos like this on FITC

Hole in the Wall

28 Mar

Over the summer, I found a box in the basement: “Emily’s Old Art Box”.

Here is a sample spliced from the my fountain of youth, expressed, resurrected. The poems and pictures range over the span of my elementary school aged badass early years



Rabbit Hooligan

27 Mar

Way of the Water Way of the Water Way of the Water

25 Mar

Vodpod videos no longer available.

Hot off the Library Thang Press

25 Mar

My Library at LibraryThing

Odilon Redon

24 Mar

Slideshow – Odilon Redon

About the Man and Mind Behind the Hand:
“Those were the pictures bearing the signature: Odilon Redon. They held, between their gold-edged frames of unpolished pearwood, undreamed-of images: a Merovingian-type head, resting upon a cup; a bearded man, reminiscent both of a Buddhist priest and a public orator, touching an enormous cannon-ball with his finger; a spider with a human face lodged in the centre of its body. Then there were charcoal sketches which delved even deeper into the terrors of fever-ridden dreams. Here, on an enormous die, a melancholy eyelid winked; over there stretched dry and arid landscapes, calcinated plains, heaving and quaking ground, where volcanos erupted into rebellious clouds, under foul and murky skies; sometimes the subjects seemed to have been taken from the nightmarish dreams of science, and hark back to prehistoric times; monstrous flora bloomed on the rocks; everywhere, in among the erratic blocks and glacial mud, were figures whose simian appearance–heavy jawbone, protruding brows, receding forehead, and flattened skull top–recalled the ancestral head, the head of the first Quaternary Period, the head of man when he was still fructivorous and without speech, the contemporary of the mammoth, of the rhinoceros with septate nostrils, and of the giant bear. These drawings defied classification; unheeding, for the most part, of the limitations of painting, they ushered in a very special type of the fantastic, one born of sickness and delirium.”

Redon also describes his work as ambiguous and undefinable:
“My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.”

Redon’s work represent an exploration of his internal feelings and psyche. He himself wanted to “place the visible at the service of the invisible”; thus, although his work seems filled with strange beings and grotesque dichotomies, his aim was to represent pictorially the ghosts of his own mind. A telling source of Redon’s inspiration and the forces behind his works can be found in his journal A Soi-meme (To Myself). His process was explained best by himself when he said:
“I have often, as an exercise and as a sustenance, painted before an object down to the smallest accidents of its visual appearance; but the day left me sad and with an unsatiated thirst. The next day I let the other source run, that of imagination, through the recollection of the forms and I was then reassured and appeased.”

Free Download: BeMused Desktop Backgrounds

20 Mar

BeMused Graphic Design: Free Desktop Backgrounds

~ Compliments a la BeMused Graphic Design
(click on link to choose desktop background of choice
and download)…!

weird graphics explore wrought insides, insomnia–teeha

20 Mar

Plato’s Allegory of the Cave

19 Mar

Change is an illusion .

A piece of my fluctuating truth:

History is Bleating 3 tense’d repetition of time.

A triangle emanating energy.

Vibrations at a frequency and speed/direction, I imagine:

(intention over intensity tempers a velocity quotient),

again, emanating from each of the three vertices,

and  subject to the doppler effect,

like the sound of a siren.

Essence of Consciousness never Exhausts Itself.

That is a fact.

I am telling the truth.

I am a liar.

… I have been told my head lives in the clouds…

…from this horse’s mouth, allow me to clarify:

a helium balloon gravitates

up and wherever the wind

happens to blow it,

ever accenting, and outward-bound;

My head is tied to the present momento.

Heads planning future and ruminating past playing foreshadows and replaying present past, so it seems to me, those heads are in the clouds, clouded murky sour milky way.
I don’t know.
(I rarely do.)

Infinity is a Paradox

19 Mar

Space Trumps Time

Unintentional Seed: A Timeless,

Conception of a Word

Paradox: A Story Swimming in a Box

Jungian Society of Oregon Says:

18 Mar

The soul never thinks without an image. Aristotle

Therefore, psychotherapy, as a political discipline, witnesses, records, and transmits these on-going experiential communiqués from and dialogues with this numinous/ transformative realm of being.  In some ancient cultures, every citizen was believed to be a vehicle for this living numinal dimension, for this living will and voice of the gods as mediated through human experience. The public sphere, the common marketplace of political interaction and achievement, was the Polis. This Polis was the living organism of Eros, of numinal energy flowing into the public heart and soul of things.

My work is revelation, not revolution.  – William Butler Yeats

Every life had a Destiny that served an aspect of this living, shaping, creating, numinal core of individual and cultural psyche. A well lived life was a life unfolded in a conscious, loving seeking out of this Destiny and, then, serving it with as much thoughtful, loving, and compassionate dedication as possible. Privately, this service would be to loved ones and vocation; publically, this service would be an engaged political interaction with one’s fellow citizens.

All life is bound to carriers who realize it, and it is simply inconceivable without them. But every carrier is charged with an individual destiny and destination, and the realization of these alone makes sense of life. –  C. G. Jung

Everyone is politically engaged. Some are simply more aware of and disciplined about that engagement and its attendant social responsibilities. Every act in the public sphere is a political act, an act that builds up more loving and compassionate connection to the living numinous or tears it down. But every act, conscious or unconscious, aware or unaware, is a healing or destructive political act. We are all citizen politicians. We all have a public duty. We all serve the gods in the fervent hopes that the gods will then serve us and our community and lead us to more light and not more darkness.

It may well be prejudice to restrict the psyche to being “inside the body.” Insofar as the psyche is a non-spatial aspect, there may be a psyche “outside-the-body,” a region so utterly different from “my” psychic sphere that no one has to get out of oneself…to get there. – C. G. Jung

This brief seminar sketches some clinical and cultural examples of these profound experiential psycho-political transcripts that emerge within or penetrate into depth therapy. Using frequent illustrative images from, especially, contemporary cinema and art, Friday’s lecture opens up the outlines of the model and Saturday’s seminar fleshes out that outline in more depth and breadth.

The psychological question now is, How do we house this greater subject that takes up residence in us, radically altering the center from which we live?  How do we accommodate this “tremendous stranger,” or this “mysterious density of being”? How do we, how can we, live in relation to it?

The theological questions ask, Who has taken up residence within and among us? Who is the One?  – Ann Belford Ulanov


18 Mar




17 Mar


And Now, Word of Twilight is ANIMUS

Latin animus

  • “the mind, in a great variety of meanings: the rational soul in man, intellect, consciousness, will, intention, courage, spirit, sensibility, feeling, passion, pride, vehemence, wrath, etc., the breath, life, soul”
  • closely related to anima, which is a feminine form; see anima.

Noun: animus

  1. The basic impulses and instincts which govern one’s actions.
  2. A feeling of enmity, animosity or ill will.
  • “The current row arose swiftly, sparked both by historical animus and jockeying over future power and place in Asia – and it surprised many observers in the depth of antipathy on both sides.” — Christian Science Monitor, April 22, 2005
  1. (Jungian psychology) The masculine aspect of the feminine psyche or personality.

Latin Noun: animus (genitive animī) m, second declension–>mind, soul

  • Tibi bene ex animo volo.
    • I wish you well with all my heart.
  • Animus se ipse alit.
    • The mind nourishes itself.


  • The Ego Tunnel, Review

Pre-Motion Premonition: I Knew that earthquake was coming like the next note in a song I’ve never heard but just know. How. Why. Again?

17 Mar

Chakra means Wheel in Sanskrit.

  • Consciousness and energy move from one frequency to another in spiraling fashion.
  • The body has energy centers that look like spinning wheels and are called Chakras.
  • They allow energy to flow from one part of the body to another.
  • As with all things in our reality, they are linked to sound, light and color.
  • It’s all in motion in the alchemy of time.

  • The pineal gland (also called the pineal body, epiphysis cerebri, epiphysis or the “third eye”) is a small endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain. It produces melatonin, a hormone that affects the modulation of wake/sleep patterns and photoperiodic (seasonal) functions.
  • The pineal gland is located near to the center of the brain, between the two hemispheres, tucked in a groove where the two rounded thalamic bodies join. Unlike much of the rest of the brain, the pineal gland is not isolated from the body by the blood-brain barrier system. It is reddish-gray and about the size of a pea (8 mm in humans), located just rostro-dorsal to the superior colliculus and behind and beneath the stria medullaris, between the laterally positioned thalamic bodies.
  • It is part of the epithalamus. It is a midline structure, and is often seen in plain skull X-rays, as it is often calcified. Calcification is typically due to intake of the fluoride found in water and toothpaste. It was the last endocrine gland to have its function discovered.
  • Metaphysics The pineal gland’s location deep in the brain seems to intimate hidden importance. In the days before its function as a physical eye that could see beyond space-time was discovered, it was considered a mystery linked to superstition and mysticism.
  • Today it is associated with the sixth chakra whose awakening is linked to prophecy and and increased psychic awareness as consciousness ascends.

Flower Of Life: Sacred Geometry & Creation/Source of Life

  • Another notable example of that which may be derived from the Flower of Life is the Tree of Life. This has been an important symbol of sacred geometry for many people from various religious backgrounds. Particularly, the teachings of the Kabbalah have dealt intricately with the Tree of Life.

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