The Microman
It's how I'm feeling of late.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, other times I feel motherless and fatherless. Others even selfless.
The nowhere man. I mean, the real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land, making all his nowhere plans for nobody...
Surely Lennon wasn't singing by self experience.
(But I am).
nosferatu
LOVECRAFT
BEWARE!
There's a book cover, made by british illustrator Ian Miller, of a book by H. P. Lovecraft, something not to be read at night, so they say.
Apparently, the nightmarish world of Lovecraft did scare a lot of readers, and still does. But I tell you what, man: I'm not scared by the freakish dimensions of H. P. Lovecraft, not more than I am by common mortal men. People man, they scare me a lot. Living people, I mean, not the ghosts of dead ones.
I mean, I do believe in spirits, I do believe in other realms, I've probably been there, in my dreams. But people man, people did me wrong, still do and probably will keep on doing in the future.
I'm afraid of people man, and I wouldn't mind living in some of the realms created by Lovecraft. It would be so nice...!
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ANGEL'S EGG
The angel's egg, above
the flying teapot
YOU!
The haven promised inside
her opened legs
on the cover of the
angel's egg
YOU don't understand?
Well, I'm not sure if
I
understand anything
myself
But
the angel's egg
with her opened legs
YOU
on the cover of the
angel's egg
whoever YOU are...
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SET THE CONTROLS FOR...
One of these days I was listening to a CD a neighbor of mine put on. It was a full orchestra playing some Pink Floyd songs as if they were classical recordings. Not that I don't like classical, but the sound of it almost made me puke!
Not coincidentaly, I guess, I was working on a four page comic story entitled SET THE CONTROLS FOR..., having and old PF song in mind, SET THE CONTROLS FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN. Jeez, the original dates back from 1967 and Syd Barrett was still on lead guitar!
I remembered a lyric from another Waters song, FREE FOUR, that goes "Remembrances of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime". Gosh man, I thought I was still in my prime!
Looks like I'm wrong. Just an old timer, with nothing less to say or do.
Is it?
NO! I don't believe it.
There must be something else on the dark side of the moon...and beyond.
So, point me at the sky and let it fly!
Not coincidentaly, I guess, I was working on a four page comic story entitled SET THE CONTROLS FOR..., having and old PF song in mind, SET THE CONTROLS FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN. Jeez, the original dates back from 1967 and Syd Barrett was still on lead guitar!
I remembered a lyric from another Waters song, FREE FOUR, that goes "Remembrances of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime". Gosh man, I thought I was still in my prime!
Looks like I'm wrong. Just an old timer, with nothing less to say or do.
Is it?
NO! I don't believe it.
There must be something else on the dark side of the moon...and beyond.
So, point me at the sky and let it fly!
AVEZ-VOUS L' INTÉRÊT?
Eh, bien...Avez-vous l' intérêt?
"Mon âme est um tombeau que, mauvais cenobite, depuis l' eternité, je parcours et j' habite. Rien n' embellit les murs de ce clôitre odieux".
Avez-vous encore d' intérêt?
Eh, bien...
"Son coeur est um luth suspendu. Sitôt qu'on le touche, il resonne".
L' intérêt c' est là encore?
Eh, bien...
M'srs/m'dames: joyeux Noelle et bonne 2008!
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