Wednesday, November 28, 2012

As I gain wisdom I lose interest

Through disillusionment and illumination one realises that being peaceful is enough.

Bhagavan: I do not say that you must go on rejecting thoughts. If you cling to yourself, the "I"- thought, when your interest keeps you to that single idea, other thoughts get rejected, and automatically they vanish.

Question: And so the rejection of thoughts is not necessary?

B: No. It may be necessary for a time or for some.You fancy that there is no end if one goes on rejecting every thought that rises. No. There is an end.  If you are vigilant, and make a stern effort to reject every thought when it rises, you will soon find that you are going deeper and deeper into your own inner self, where there is no need for your effort to reject the thoughts.

Q: Then it is possible to be without effort, without strain!

B: Not only that, it is impossible for you to make an effort beyond a certain extent.

Q: I want to be further enlightened. Should I try to make no effort at all?

B: Here it is impossible for you to be without effort. When you go deeper, it is impossible for you to make any effort.

- One; Essential Writings on Non-duality, Jerry Katz. 

For River

For the wanderer whose home is everywhere. The worldwide traveler forever moving, yet always still. Propelling forward in peace. Adventurous soul, celestial and grounded, spirited and down to earth. Fox mother. Foxy mamma.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Re Visits: I dont change much

"A friend of mine last night told me to be the experience you wish you had had. The magic. The warehouse party that didn't exist. The travelling burlesque star with run down suitcases and jewels falling out like entrails."

"For me right now, it would be being the maturity I hate others for not having and the playfulness that they are too "clever" to ever have. I would be the acceptance and leeway that no-one else seems to give. The love that doesn't falter. The unquestioning belief in myself that only my mother has ever given me. I would be the perfection in the acid trip that comes to beautiful conclusions about life, the classic that lives up to its name, the beauty that is brigitte bardot's blonde hair, the daisy chain that reminds me of all things that matter and the duck that when I see, makes me feel whole."

Friday, November 23, 2012

Holidays (for Tess)

I wrote this a long time ago before we went away together;

"When i think of Poppit and I together in NYC for a month I picture Poppit with her bedraggled hair and a T shirt making coffee in the morning in a tiny kitchen.
I picture myself in the early afternoon after a meandering morning in the city, peering out of the apartment window. I picture Poppit joining me and seeing the park across the street and saying "wanna get a bottle of gin and some juice and go across to the park?". I nod."

And it is just how it was. (And the picture is what vegas looked like)

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Studio 1

Like if Penny Lane had ended up with William and they'd run The Factory together.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

nostre nuove vite

I wrote a few words on how it should look and put my dream under my pillow.
I woke up and sent a letter. It came back with a new life attached. It matched the one I'd slept on.

We create our own reality. Visualize big.

A Stevie kind of week

Friday, November 9, 2012

To Manifesting and To Waiting

"....I have a peculiar feeling Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't said? Something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it..."
- Curly Pajama Letters, Leunig.

Friday, November 2, 2012


Rest and Readying.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Fuck The Pretentious

I've only ever heard the word pretentious when someone has used it to describe somebody artistic. Somebody artistic that is usually taking risks for their creativity and following their brushstroke/word/sound/spirit.

The definition of pretention is somebody trying to affect greater importance than they posess in talent or culture. Funnily enough, most of the people I've heard called pretentious have been very important in both talent and culture. And what is of greater importance than creating? Nothing. And so it becomes a redundant concept.

Perhaps the pretentious are those with the audacity to label somebody else pretentious.