Sunday, March 02, 2003 :::
 


This type of sign was extensively
used in Viking Age decorative art in Scandinavia.
This pattern was often carved or painted as a plaited sign.

i cannot get away from the norsemen today, the cold blondes
i spent hours surfing an icelandic ftp or filesharing site
not really sure of the differences
still lots of reminders. then i go to yahoo to clean out my mail a little
and there he is again, just by the dates, just by
the poems i wrote. jeezus. and now this symbol
the first one i click upon. is there some fucking lesson
i should learn here?
(i am so lonely today)

It is an interesting fact that plaited signs are often considered having magic qualities.




34:16 · A plaited sign to denote success and protection
against evil forces. It is found on a Sumerian seal
and on a picture stone found in Gotland, Sweden,
dating from the early part of the Viking era.

i knew of course this would lead to vikings
but it was the only link from that first symbol.
protection against evil forces? well, i guess memories
aren't really evil forces. more like painwashes.
still they keep my focus off the fact that no one
but no one
is talking to me today. earlier i went to satcia's blog
and found an article on introverts. thanks for the help
10 months later.

the symbol also magics success but i've found
that success brings its own evil.


i chose this one, i like the way it looks like a flame but guess what
it's the hly trinity. god i'm tired of talking about spirituality.
what i know is that i wouldn't mind dying
i mean in a really ok sense of the word. stopping
this interminable boredom. that's what life is without love.
boredom. if i were risking my life somewhere
i wouldn't be bored. i'll join the service, like peace corps.
tht's what they call ppl with guns now, peacekeepers.
we've even managed to extirpate the meaning of peace
and there are pundits seriously debating the relevancy of orwell
in a post redscare world. gleefully touting the fall of socialism
and communism as the last refuge of any orwellian surveilence .
there's no pnuematic tubes carrying the latest revisions for print, there's
no need! we have the web and its digital truths . they work much
faster & on a democratic=capitalism scale. hits=revenues=blogspot banner ads.
i got mine for free. it says something about war bein a prison.

but where was i, oh yeah. surveillence. cameras on the street. what's the name
of that fucking netwide thing that monitors for keywords, sorta like google
for domestic spies? i entered a freakin contest one time i should remember.


it's like watching my mind come apart in slow leaky pieces
like that watery compound they use nowadays in flower
arrangements, the texture of sand with the water capacity
of sponge. the pieces squeeze dry then break off. i dont feel whole
i'm beginning to have sympathy for the women who'd do anything
to get a man. but tht's not what i really want. i think a man
would drive me batty right now. a lot of men, that's what i'd like.

whew, the holy trinity. jesus christ. another dave allusion.
lol. can't get away for very long. he's in my mitochondria now.



this looks like a vulva to me and strangely enough stands for
innocence from christianity all the way back to cabala.

originated in egypt.
vesica piscis, literally the air bladder of a fish
appears in a mandorla, i.e. surrounded by a radiating aurelia, or gloria,
mandorla brings
an interesting google. kush this article says
mandorla in italian means almond.
it's the ancient symbol of wholeness, egypt
remember the smell of almonds?

did any of you know about this stuff?
i didn't. i just thought, yeah, i like the way
almonds smell, how they taste. clean,
nutty.

the place where two circles slide across each
until an almond shape is formed in their center
each side balanced against the other
symbolizing the interactions and interdependence
of opposing worlds and forces

the almond is an ancient symbol for the closing up
of valuable contents
in a hard, almost impenetrable shell.
It is a mysterious image
of concentration upon the light
that shines from within
true nature is supposed to lie
beneath the surface
of the corporal(bodily)being

The Mandorla is the place of poetry.
It is similar to the duty of a true poet to take the fragmented world
that we find ourselves in and make unity of it.
Great poetry leaps and unites the beauty and the terror
of existence. It has the ability to surprise and shock-
to remind us
that there are links between the things
we always thought of as opposites


quite an article. can't get away from spirituality
tonight. not much poetry though. well, i'm in a
learining mode. not much poetry in me. i just reread
that shit i said about wanting a lot of men.
that's hogwash. it's whistling to the gods,ladida
i don't care. but i do. i'd like a love again. the article
proposes religiosity as substitute but further down
stokes my hopes and says holiness
is found, too, in the sexual.

Every glance between a man and a woman is also a Mandorla, a place where the great opposites of masculinity and femininity meet and honor one another. The Mandorla is the divine container in which new creation begins to form and germinate. If we do have such a moment of unity, it will be brief, and then we return to the world of duality, but in that process that our opposites are created all over again, and a new experience of transformation is required again.

The law of the polarity
of meanings
of elementary graphs
seems to be at work here.

google not much help here.
self referential stuff back to symbolism.com
but this sidetrack holds the names
of the full moon

feburary holds no full moon this year.
always a strange month for me, birthdays
forgotten. aquarius abounding. deaths awaiting.


In the French hobo or gypsy sign system
this entry means insist here, they will give.
In the Swedish system of hobo signs this entry means
here there is nothing to be afraid of, go on begging.
In the British system it recommends
the tramp to tell a moving story.
And in the US system (according to Dreyfuss) it means
here police treat tramps roughly.

trust the usa to do it differently.
handcuffs seem to be the idea here.



hahaha means this is a hospitable house.
for french tramps.
and that's the end of the surf. the wave petered out
cos i purposely went to something behind door number three.
well, sometimes we razor the scar.




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