Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

(Elven ears answer: have you never read poetry before, accuser? Never had a muse? Does that make you jealous, too? Never mind you, accuse, accuse!) (More seriously, tho: A stream passed by, grey of concrete, passive in rounded suburban waves of streets, sits on a fence, the heart of a bird, in the chaotic engine…

There’s never been a devil, carving out brambles in the earth’s hollow, But once a woman, rose up, tiamat, began swelling, her self within,  writhing In love of her own awakening (She thinks she’s obsidian, in me the dawning) Within clusters of populated righteousness, banners Christian and feminist, She looks for herself, within hollow circles,…

Since we started talking a few minutes ago – There was blue there. It was blue of night. And it was nearly a year ago, did you know? In your words of fantasy, a mean draught – where are we? Where did I go? I’ve held my breath. Paths cross, like traffic. Holding apart; a…

I’m a civilian mad hatter, away by myself my slumber All of them approaching, hysterical laughing, insane storming gloom, bringing doom First wave, the men in flourescent work clothes, footsoldiers, tho, propped up on ego by the Tracy’s, they say I’m not gay Then the teen mercenaries, they say I’m not gay, just look at…

But, let the rule of the Oracles be here prescribed for us, viz. that we shall establish the truth of the things spoken concerning God, not in the persuasive words of man’s wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit-moved Power Dionysius,Last word is meant as small caps power of Theologians,I dont think we require thatGlory…

Conway talks about magickal landscape, of buzzing faeries, flitting round flowers, crazily busy, like bees, and being open to the possibility, of them, being a kind of higher Reality, than the room we’re in but time too, why does time have to be a bible and a clock, facing me? And then if you’re open…

Come to Come to Come to Begging you Angel who sees out The Eye, clear Light on vine, Winged, Spirit in thought Dragon wrapped round The pedestal Buddha corrected by Jesus weeping at mobiles Talking, feet chakras, Grounding us, mice armies, Gnawing at bird humour, Bushland, around us, ancient Fern, dinosaur watching, All going on,…

If I could touch the feeling between the yellow air, its pink scents, stories reaching into long afternoons, and it’s shadows: What does it convey, of you? Not a sweet scent, a crazy butterfly, obsidian, I realised I like bad bitches between my thighs, Over strains of “beautiful girl”, And if I pluck my own…

Uncontained, the universe drawn in nature’s soul, Meets beginning and ending in Time, in nature’s all, Black holes are drawn into her funnel web, A shot of dawn produces meaning of red Come to settle in her loving embrace, Of ice and fire, the whole planted universe, Drawn down back comes Brahman To find her…

Pound Arkham asylum: blind, searching Within icy waters of tv, batgirl Or was it me? And who got here first, in all my morality? In my madness, am I batgirl or Emrys, trapped in Arkhams icy waters? Obsessed, blind, groping for- where did she go? Obsidian butterfly, my eye did penetrate my heart, How did…