Sunday, November 22, 2009

More Quotes

Forms are the products of ideas, and they in turn reflect and reproduce ideas.


The more monstrous the calumny, the greater the impression that it produces in the minds of fools.



Both by Eliphas Levi.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Philosophic Inspiritations

Moral evil is falsehood in action, as the lie is a crime in speech. Injustice is of the essence of lying, and every lie is an injustice. When what we utter is just, there is no falsity.When that which we do is equitable and true in mode, there is no sin. Injustice is the death of moral being, as lying is the poison of intelligence.

--Eliphas Levi



Our brain is a book printed within and without, and with the smallest degree of excitement, the writing becomes blurred, as occurs continually in cases of intoxication and madness. Dream then triumphs over real life and plunges reason in a sleep which knows no waking. This condition of hallucination has its degrees; all passions are intoxications; all enthusiasms are comparative and graduated manias. The lover sees only infinite perfections encompassing that object by which he is fascinated. But, unhappy infatuations of voluptuaries, tomorrow this odour of wine which allures him will become a repugnant reminiscence, causing a thousand loathings and a thousand disgusts.

--Eliphas Levi

Saturday, October 31, 2009

October 31, 2009

Fall is coming.
Geese are honking
the leaves are falling
cold wind blows.

Fall is here.
Trees are bare
frost nips at the air
hinting at more to come.

Winter is coming.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Unknown Date, Unfinished Poem

The pressure I feel
(thoughts of you)
How do
I choose
my path
When I am not in control
of the decisions
you make?
Seeing

April 22, 2003

The wind blows
leaves dance
The birds chirp
and the sun shines
Outside
my window

Words of Advice

Don't think about writing or you will write with preconceptions that hide your true feelings. Like thinking about love wastes the love away and locks it into a little box. Things in locked boxes do not move... Do not grow. They stay the same... stagnant... things that do not grow... they die.

Write with the heart or you will only project the mask... And you will only begin to confuse the mask with what is in the heart... The mask will face inward. Writing can bring legitimacy to false notions... Do not fool yourself. Instead write like falling rain changing with the winds... but made in the turbulent beauty of high clouds.



This was written by a very dear friend, Q; It's hand written on a piece of paper that is taped inside a special notebook.