So what does Aurey do when he's up late recovering from the dregs of that-illness-which-is-a-long-story-in-itself?  Get into a spate of writing poetry, of course, though this may come off as more of a sheer flood of verbiage.  I may reattempt something on the same lines in a different frame of mind, but this frame after all seems the appropriate one for the gist of it.  Composed amidst the anachronistic pseudo-cacophony of...well, we are all online, are we not?  The wonders of modern technology...and  Η αλήθεια είναι πιό παράξενη από μυθιστοριογραφία των φανατικών υποστηρικτών - go on, have fun with that one.

Anyhow....poetry.  Tell me what you think of it....there's plenty more where it came from.

What music for the Ishtar Gate, in accompaniments of ages past and now and yet to come?  )


In other news, I have officially completed my thirty-fourth year of life, as of 1:29 am Central Daylight Time.  Astrological stats are as follows, in which you will find that I have things in some very interesting and seemingly-paradoxical places, if you know what they mean - but right up front is the fact that I have Libra as my sun sign and Leo as my ascendant - so which one is the more definitive of my identity?  (At which point I point to the Chinese zodiac and say, "I'm a Fire Dragon - that explain anything?")


Astrological jargon... )

I'll make a less-peremptory post on that later, so tell me if you're actually interested in seeing what all that is supposed to mean, so I can add you to that degree/angle of filter.  I used to have a girlfriend who was obsessive about doing up astrological charts for everyone she dated, but I'm not quite that compulsive when it comes to analyzing people.  If it fits then it fits, saith man the pattern-seer. 

_ opposed to the other thing, of course. One cannot call the flower false that fails to bloom in darkness -- but that's fit fodder for another...fling of fanciful facility?

Yes, I think that flinging is quite the apt word....I haven't shared any of my poetry in some time, so here's something new. Quite new, seeing as I just actually wrote it down/composed it within the past half-hour. If anyone tries to look up the colours here for a lark, I suggest they include the search term "historically", as flower symbolism has many different modern and cultural associations, especially given the popularity of roses (people'll shoehorn them into anything to sell more). I tend to associate them with the chakra/aura colours and their traits, with positive or negative symbolism decided by whether it's a positive balance or an imbalance of one could perhaps glark from context alone.

Anyhow, enjoy, and tell me what you think if you're so inclined.....

(Durch die Blume sprechen)

There are no yellow roses --
Never were --
Only the red, so deep and rich
Once first flushed alive
As to burn to flame outright
Or burn to blackness,
Fire reversed
Yet never waning still.

Even the modest pinks
Hold in their hue the seed --
Even the white,
In purity holds intensity.

And else it could not be,
For why restrain
A flower to stay locked
From its brightest growth away? --

The yellow roses were discarded
From the start --
Even their solar light too harsh,
Too calculated --

No, not here, not that --

What can be lightened still need not be burnt away
By a day's chilled-searing sun.
Red roses only -- or transcendant white --
For the only one.

-- K. Aurencz Zethmayr (1-14-08)



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