Fears, avaunt! Not for naught does Narcissus-X breathe the clear, cold, air of night throughout the cobwebbed halls of fevered imaginings, driving out gibbering goblins of gloom and glowing-eyed ghosts of forgotten dreams.
Dust departed, Lemuria done, wind subsides, the halls are empty. No sound, no soft tread of shoeless foot on stone, no muffled creak of door or window.
No inspiration.
Narcissus-X traverses the halls. Steps echo in seeming answer.
Has more than fear fled? Narcissus-X will search the night.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Narcissus-X Broods on Kumquats, Voids, and Pistachios
Elysian kumquats of dubious intent hover forlornly about the works of Narcissus-X. Sunlit skies and lusterless grass fail to excite aesthetic embarkations. Narcissus-X broods on blank expanse: vast desert devoid of detail, inspired or plebeian.
Narcissus-X has visions: visions of vast voids, vacuums vacantly abiding where inspirations once flew.
Is the muse on furlough? Absence may make the heart grow fonder: but drives the artist mad.
Can inspiration fly without wings of fancy?
Whither pistachio almond ice cream?
Narcissus-X has visions: visions of vast voids, vacuums vacantly abiding where inspirations once flew.
Is the muse on furlough? Absence may make the heart grow fonder: but drives the artist mad.
Can inspiration fly without wings of fancy?
Whither pistachio almond ice cream?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Narcissus-X and the Easter Platypus
The Easter Bunny delivers eggs. The eggs come from somewhere. Perhaps the Easter Bunny lays eggs. Bunnys are rabbits. Rabbits are mammals. Mammals don't lay eggs. Except for the platypus: mud-dwelling monotreme.
Has Narcissus-X penetrated the veil, raised the curtain, revealed the truth?
Is the Easter Bunny a platypus? Or, mayhap, an echidna?
Has Narcissus-X penetrated the veil, raised the curtain, revealed the truth?
Is the Easter Bunny a platypus? Or, mayhap, an echidna?
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Narcissus-X Contemplates Distant Sakura
Narcissus-X walks adumbral paths, abides at times in the grotto of velvet coal, often dwells in lands beneath the obsidian sky. Narcissus-X travels anagogic paths of shade and trenchant chasms of phenomena: searching for light.
Light: effulgence of torrid Xemx; scintillating ephemera; or unwavering gaze of Sol, beyond Earth's umbra.
Light: coruscating shaft of mind's comprehension; unwavering glare of hard, sharp fact; creative flare; imagination's guide.
Light of the mind guides, illumines: sunlight or darkness.
Light of the eyes: color, clouds of white and pink. Wonder of these days.
Mayor's gift to Gallic child's dream, roofless Mall, Philadelphia's loss and Maryland's cost: Beauty abounding, gentle symbol of valiant land, darkness leaves its mark but blooms return. Cuttings return to ancestral lands after three score and nine.
Three more, and a century has passed since Arakawa River's shade arrived on Potomac's shores.
Narcissus-X remains in land of ice and flood, but a portion of Narcissus-X travels to sakuran scenes.
Light of the eyes pleases, informs. Light of the mind endures.
Light: effulgence of torrid Xemx; scintillating ephemera; or unwavering gaze of Sol, beyond Earth's umbra.
Light: coruscating shaft of mind's comprehension; unwavering glare of hard, sharp fact; creative flare; imagination's guide.
Light of the mind guides, illumines: sunlight or darkness.
Light of the eyes: color, clouds of white and pink. Wonder of these days.
Mayor's gift to Gallic child's dream, roofless Mall, Philadelphia's loss and Maryland's cost: Beauty abounding, gentle symbol of valiant land, darkness leaves its mark but blooms return. Cuttings return to ancestral lands after three score and nine.
Three more, and a century has passed since Arakawa River's shade arrived on Potomac's shores.
Narcissus-X remains in land of ice and flood, but a portion of Narcissus-X travels to sakuran scenes.
Light of the eyes pleases, informs. Light of the mind endures.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Narcissus-X Contemplates Wonders Seen but Not Possessed
Silence that does not quiet, quiet that soothes the ear but not the mind, darkness that wraps all in imponderable probabilities of descending thought.
Narcissus-X accepts the night, seeks solace on ebon paths whose shadows reveal, more than hide, the trees, the towers, the dim doorways of beckoning vision. For beyond those doorways lie vistas of wonder: dark and light, color and shade, swirling maelstrom and pointed angles of dimensional dendritic expression.
Could but Narcissus-X bring a branch, a pebble, a single scrap from those vistas glimpsed in dream into the world of sight.
Vista seen in dream
Iridescent black and gray
Wonders may not leave
Narcissus-X accepts the night, seeks solace on ebon paths whose shadows reveal, more than hide, the trees, the towers, the dim doorways of beckoning vision. For beyond those doorways lie vistas of wonder: dark and light, color and shade, swirling maelstrom and pointed angles of dimensional dendritic expression.
Could but Narcissus-X bring a branch, a pebble, a single scrap from those vistas glimpsed in dream into the world of sight.
Vista seen in dream
Iridescent black and gray
Wonders may not leave
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Narcissus-X Ponders Chaos: Perceives Order
Harmony in cacophony, order in splintered spectra. Wherever Narcissus-X turns, Narcissus-X finds order, method: "Though this be madness, yet there is method in't."
Madness: artist's partner; bane of the bourgeois; gateway to dark wonders and incandescent chromatisms.
Is madness chaos? Is chaos ordered?
Or is a seeming chaos - - - order, not yet understood?
A simple order is understood by many. The more complex the order, the fewer understand. Many see fractal patterns and say "chaos theory." Yet patterns may be complex, and yet be ordered: frond of fern, arm of galaxy.
Euclid was not the last philosopher.
Narcissus-X sees order, where others see chaos. Wonder, where others see bleak nothingness. Is Narcissus-X mad? Or does Narcissus-X perceive where others do not? Are these mutually exclusive postulates?
Narcissus-X cares not.
For Narcissus-X is artist, creative spirit, vagabond mind.
Madness: artist's partner; bane of the bourgeois; gateway to dark wonders and incandescent chromatisms.
Is madness chaos? Is chaos ordered?
Or is a seeming chaos - - - order, not yet understood?
A simple order is understood by many. The more complex the order, the fewer understand. Many see fractal patterns and say "chaos theory." Yet patterns may be complex, and yet be ordered: frond of fern, arm of galaxy.
Euclid was not the last philosopher.
Narcissus-X sees order, where others see chaos. Wonder, where others see bleak nothingness. Is Narcissus-X mad? Or does Narcissus-X perceive where others do not? Are these mutually exclusive postulates?
Narcissus-X cares not.
For Narcissus-X is artist, creative spirit, vagabond mind.
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