Desert Raven

Hemingway

I know war as few other men now living know it, and nothing to me is more revolting. I have long advocated its complete abolition, as its very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a method of settling international disputes.


Ernest Hemingway

Mardi/Volume II/Chapter LXXXIV [by Herman Melville]

"My eyes did wane, like moons eclipsed in overwhelming dawns: such radiance was around; such vermeil light, born of no sun, but pervading all the scene.

 Transparent, fleck-less, calm, all glowed one flame.

"Then said the greater guide This is the night of all ye here behold— its day ye could not bide. Your utmost heaven is far below.'

"Abashed, smote down, I, quaking, upward gazed; where, to and fro, the spirits sailed, like broad-winged crimson-dyed flamingos, spiraling in sunset-clouds.

 But a sadness glorified, deep-fringed their mystic temples, crowned with weeping halos, bird-like, floating o'er them, whereso'er they roamed.

"Sights and odors blended,

 As when new-morning winds, in summer's prime, blow down from hanging gardens, wafting sweets that never pall; so, from those flowery pinions, at every motion, came a flood of fragrance.

"And now the spirits twain discoursed of things, whose very terms, to me, were dark.

 But my first guide grew wise.

 For me, I could but blankly list; yet comprehended naught; and, like the fish that's mocked with wings, and vainly seeks to fly;—again I sought my lower element.

"As poised, we hung in this rapt ether, a sudden trembling seized the four wings now folding me.

 And afar of, in zones still upward reaching, suns' orbits off, I, tranced, beheld an awful glory.

 Sphere in sphere, it burned:—the one Shekinah!

 The air was flaked with fire;—deep in which, fell showers of silvery globes, tears magnified —braiding the flame with rainbows.

 I heard a sound; but not for me, nor my first guide, was that unutterable utterance. 

Then, my second guide was swept aloft, as rises a cloud of red-dyed leaves in autumn whirlwinds.

"Fast clasping me, the other drooped, and, instant, sank, as in a vacuum; myriad suns' diameters in a breath;—my five senses merged in one, of falling; till we gained the nether sky, descending still.

"Then strange things—soft, sad, and faint, I saw or heard; as, when, in sunny, summer seas, down, down, you dive, starting at pensive phantoms, that you can not fix.

"'These,' breathed my guide, 'are spirits in their essences; sad, even in undevelopment.

 With these, all space is peopled;—all the air is vital with intelligence, which seeks embodiment. 

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Mardi/Volume_II/Chapter_LXXXIV

Tammi Terrell - All I Do

Leo Kottke - Sleepwalk

John Lennon-Ono, would have been 71 today.

I think he would have liked this...I certainly do...

The Kraken by Alfred Tennyson

Below the thunders of the upper deep,

Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,

His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep

The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee

About his shadowy sides; above him swell

Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;

And far away into the sickly light,

From many a wondrous grot and secret cell

Unnumber'd and enormous polypi

Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.

There hath he lain for ages, and will lie

Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,

Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;

Then once by man and angels to be seen,

In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

Crossing the Bar (1889) by Alfred Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Predator : What the hell are you!

'Predator'....'He' comes from the stars?

...'He' lives in the jungle?

,,'He' resembles a crustacean?/crab?

,,'He' , has rastafarian-type 'hair?'

,,'He', is the product,of imagination?

,,'He', is 'scary monster?'

mmmmm, Let's put them all together!

He is a scary figment, of the imagination!

the 'Stars', indicate, a deeper, archetypal, layer, of consciousness!

The 'rasta' hair? , maybe the author, was imbibing marijuana? when he came up , with,this character/idea?

The Crustacean? who eats Mankind? yep! seen,that before, aint we?

only thing is, we call this , 'Predator', by,it's real name! CANCER!,

NICE TO KNOW THO', THAT , IT CAN BE DESTROYED!

AND , 'HE' , IS ONE UGLY,MUTHA F****ER!

A GOOSEBUMP SONG

WAY TO GO! DUDE!