Golgotha morning
you seem to belie the importance
of this storm filled day.
This chocolate filled
and punitive sleep.
This cross centred time
when the lazy stillness
speaks fraud and unbelief
at the nail torn clay.
Flesh pierced
and congealing agony
remaining and reminding
of death and birth.
O Lord
how long did you dread the hour
of your Golgotha night?
Bill Trenholm free0...@ukgateway.net
Golgotha morning
sparse legions, needing secret heros,
you seem to belie the importance
waiting for feasting and Caesar's grand tour,
of this storm filled day.
Begin a future gruel of stories.
This chocolate filled
Easter bunny, soft center egg sacrifice,
and punitive sleep.
Cracks in white skull against skull.
This cross centred time
the hairline sight upon every target,
when the lazy stillness,
serves the same master,
speaks fraud and unbelief
at a taxman, Rome's real traitor,
at the nail torn clay.
Soldiers hung Judas.
Flesh pierced
carefully missing the bone,
and congealing agony
sparing the fragile vessels,
remaining and reminding
mystery cult or insurrection,
of death and birth.
Pilate needed a quick miracle.
O Lord
servant of every king and dictator,
how long did you dread the hour
being drugged comatose into the sleep
of your Golgotha night?
Resurrected by grateful Roman friends.
--------------------------
Bill Trenholm and Morpheal April 18, 2000
--
Bob Ezergailis morp...@bserv.com Canada
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Before you buy.
like a line of barkers, you
shedding sullen tears of joy,you
parade this torn and rent dogmatic metronome,you
spark a wet desire in the manifold of desires tragic longing
> This chocolate filled
> Easter bunny, soft center egg sacrifice,
> and punitive sleep.
> Cracks in white skull against skull.
>
> This cross centred time
> the hairline sight upon every target,
> when the lazy stillness,
> serves the same master,
> speaks fraud and unbelief
> at a taxman, Rome's real traitor,
> at the nail torn clay.
> Soldiers hung Judas.
>
and you admire the apparel, you
imagine yourself in the house of the spears, you
relish the power bought with the tears and shot with fears, you
never savor the ashes in your mouth as you swallow instinct,you
march proudly with no-one to whisper your fate in your ear
> Flesh pierced
> carefully missing the bone,
> and congealing agony
> sparing the fragile vessels,
> remaining and reminding
> mystery cult or insurrection,
> of death and birth.
> Pilate needed a quick miracle.
>
> O Lord
> servant of every king and dictator,
> how long did you dread the hour
> being drugged comatose into the sleep
> of your Golgotha night?
> Resurrected by grateful Roman friends.
>
>
as grateful as maggots at surgery, you
In article <8dj9cb$9kq$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>, Morpheal
<URL:mailto:morp...@my-deja.com> wrote:
> Your Induction Cooked Brains
> ----------------------------
> Sparse legions, needing secret heros,
> waiting for feasting and Caesar's grand tour,
> begin a future gruel of stories.
>
> Easter bunny, soft centre egg sacrifice
> Cracks in white skull against skull.
>
> the hairline sight upon every target,
> serves the same master,
> at a taxman, Rome's real traitor,
> Soldiers hung Judas.
>
> carefully missing the bone,
> sparing the fragile vessels,
> mystery cult or insurrection,
> Pilate needed a quick miracle.
>
> servant of every king and dictator,
> being drugged comatose into the sleep
> Resurrected by grateful Roman friends.
>
>
> --------------------------
>
> Morpheal April 18, 2000
>
>
> --
> Bob Ezergailis morp...@bserv.com Canada
Bill Trenholm free0...@ukgateway.net
dmh
<yawn>
"William_Trenholm" <free0...@ukgateway.net> wrote in message
news:ant200001868$S...@acld42.dial.pipex.com...
>
> You're as barking as the other one. But I suppose that's surrealism
> for you
>
> In article <TeaL4.1948$9A6....@typhoon.tampabay.rr.com>, Leo Sgouros
> <URL:mailto:lsgo...@tampabay.rr.com> wrote:
> >
> > "Morpheal" <morp...@my-deja.com> wrote in message
> > news:8dj9cb$9kq$1...@nnrp1.deja.com...
> >
> > > Your Induction Cooked Brains
> > > ----------------------------
>
> (cut tripe)
>
> >
> > maggots at surgery, two
> >
> >
> > > --------------------------
> > >
> > > Leo Sgouros and Morpheal April 18, 2000
Nobody elected me representative of anything, junior pratt.
The Canadians are bad enough, but the pompous brit gasbags take the prize
every time.Fleet is an aptly named product.
<smile>
> Folks can judge your twaddle on its own merits now.
> I have no wish to be lumped alongside it.
Interpolation is variant interpretation. There are many ways
to read any text, including your's. Once you put a piece of
art into public view, it will be interpreted. It becomes
a part of culture as a whole, and within those confines it
is translated, transformed, interpreted, interpolated
between the lines, with meanings and stray thoughts, such
as you might never have imagined. You remain the vital
spark that lit the candle, and the ghosts laugh at it all
as smoke above the flame. Don't you see the humour in it
all ? All of culture is infinite interpolation.
--
Bob Ezergailis morp...@bserv.com Canada
Golgotha morning
sparse legions, needing secret heros,
you seem to belie the importance
waiting for feasting and Caesar's grand tour,
of this storm filled day.
Begin a future gruel of stories.
like a line of barkers, you
gather carnival sideshow mainstreamed freaks
shedding sullen tears of joy,you
stare at the living wailing wall of televisions
parade this torn and rent dogmatic metronome,you
insert dirty hymns and hossanahs into pure rock and roll
spark a wet desire in the manifold of desires tragic longing
urging every water bag body to wipe itself away
This chocolate filled
Easter bunny, soft center egg sacrifice,
and punitive sleep.
Cracks in white skull against skull.
This cross centred time
the hairline sight upon every target,
when the lazy stillness,
serves the same master,
speaks fraud and unbelief
at a taxman, Rome's real traitor,
at the nail torn clay.
Soldiers hung Judas.
and you admire the apparel, you
wanting so badly to live same as two thousand years ago
imagine yourself in the house of the spears, you
crave any point as could nail any free thinker to a tree,
relish the power bought with the tears and shot with fears, you
want to burn every heretic artist for usurping from your king,
never savor the ashes in your mouth as you swallow instinct,you
want to babble them all to surrender to your own paragraph,
march proudly with no-one to whisper your fate in your ear
the perfect zombie with no mind of your own to speak against it
Flesh pierced
carefully missing the bone,
and congealing agony
sparing the fragile vessels,
remaining and reminding
mystery cult or insurrection,
of death and birth.
Pilate needed a quick miracle.
O Lord
servant of every king and dictator,
how long did you dread the hour
being drugged comatose into the sleep
of your Golgotha night?
Resurrected by grateful Roman friends.
as grateful as maggots at surgery, you
slowly carve away at your own mind until it's all gone.
--------------------------
Bill, Leo and Morpheal April 19, 2000
Bill can't escape this. Bill started this.
Bill, Leo, and Morpheal all have different opinions.
And now there is no way out of this... we're trapped in it
forever and ever and ever, Bill, Leo and Morpheal. And
we are all equally doomed because we added to it.
Who is going to join us next ?
> It is supremely inaccurate to judge either the merits or the flaws of
> surrealism based on an assessment - correct or incorrect, intelligent
> or just plain rude - of Morpheal or Leo, who represent surrealism in
> the same way as palsy victim represents modern dance.
Dale, what do you know about the palsy victim who was involved
in modern dance ? Or did that come to you as an interpolation.
This is interesting. Almost anomalous.
Whatever it is Dale, for once it is intelligence. You've actually
shown intelligence.
As to surrealism, that's a different story. Interpolation is
really a Morphealist tool rather than a Surrealist tool. Though I
think it fits into the Surrealist tool kit as well.
As for art being rude. Yes it is, when at its best. Bad are is
always well mannered, and never rude. That's a primary criterion
that I would suggest when assessing aesthetic / artistic merit.
Determine if it is rude within the prevalent mainstream social
political economic cultural context and if it is, assess whether
it is rude enough to be considered progressive art. It's easy.
Anyone can do it. You don't need a PhD in art criticism.
Thanks, though. You've made my day. Intelligent or rude. Yes,
I think I would opt for both intelligence and rudeness when it
comes to art that I would consider worthwhile as art.
Better criteria for art than "pretty".
Hmmm.... if I saw myself as "the vital spark that lit the candle" I would
have shot myself some time ago... just a personal interpolation., so to
speak.
Kristina.
I've got the raw end of the stick here, and not having had the opportunity
to read all the messages as they have arrived (being inundated with some 100
posts) I'll try and address what I think is relevant here...
>
> Dale, what do you know about the palsy victim who was involved
> in modern dance ? Or did that come to you as an interpolation.
> This is interesting. Almost anomalous.
>
> Whatever it is Dale, for once it is intelligence. You've actually
> shown intelligence.
>
> As to surrealism, that's a different story. Interpolation is
> really a Morphealist tool rather than a Surrealist tool. Though I
> think it fits into the Surrealist tool kit as well.
In what way, and what is this "morphealist" tool that you speak of. How
does it come under (or into) surrealism... etc.
>
> As for art being rude. Yes it is, when at its best. Bad are is
> always well mannered, and never rude. That's a primary criterion
> that I would suggest when assessing aesthetic / artistic merit.
> Determine if it is rude within the prevalent mainstream social
> political economic cultural context and if it is, assess whether
> it is rude enough to be considered progressive art. It's easy.
> Anyone can do it. You don't need a PhD in art criticism.
I don't agree with this statement that art is at its best when it is "rude".
What is considered rude anyway? Do you have an example of a piece of work
you think is rude that I can see? Art for me, is almost a long and lost
forgotten word, which as it is seen by today's mainstream probably deserves
to be buried in the dictionary along with other redundant terms. It seems
to encompass way too many things that do not mean anything to me at all...
Art as rude is a somewhat abstract term and one which does not satisy me
what so ever...
>
> Better criteria for art than "pretty".
"Rude" is a better citeria for art than "pretty"? WHY do you say that?
Forgive me for speaking bluntly here, but that seems like something that
someone who has no appreciation for the visual or creative would say... I
don't think comparisons are necessary.... they indeed defeat the surrela
aspect and body of things for me in this case.
What have you to say to these charges Mr Morphealist? Ha ha ha...
> Hmmm.... if I saw myself as "the vital spark that lit the candle" I
would have shot myself some time ago... just a personal interpolation.,
so to speak. Kristina.
Actually you did, but differently. Our interpolations were fun.
The collaborative ones, where each of us contributed some material
in succession. I have done that with a few people, wherein it becomes
a dynamic process of multiple authorship. That's the most interesting
variant of the interpolative method.
Funny you should mention that. I heard a story about someone who
shot herself, but I am not sure who and I am not sure why. Supposedly
someone I knew. Was it a real gun, or is that only a metaphor ?
I am not sure.
You see how the interpolations work ? It's always that way.
Particularly if communication is interrupted, or inadequate, and
the interpolations fill in the blanks, as they would do, as a
natural human tendency. People want to see the picture, and even
if they get only three lines they will in all the other details
of the pattern to get a picture. That picture can then be changed
by each new interpolation of another conflicting bit of data,
potentially an infinite number of times.
Morpheal
> In what way, and what is this "morphealist" tool that you speak of.
How does it come under (or into) surrealism... etc.
I will have to post the Manifesto again. (Now we are in deep trouble.
Particularly with all that talk about warp drives and time machines
in that other thread. Yes, it is all interconnected.)
I will post it in another message.
> I don't agree with this statement that art is at its best when it is
"rude". What is considered rude anyway? Do you have an example of a
piece of work you think is rude that I can see?
All controversial art is considered rude by the prevalent standards in
place when it first arises to being publicly noticed. The word
"outrageous" is perhaps more commonly used, but that too implies
rudeness. It is ill mannered. It breaks with the norms, with tradition,
with beliefs, and puts something into question that otherwise would have
gone unquestionned. It is rude to interrupt, but in our society
everything is interrupted in one way or another. Then it becomes rude to
say that we are being interrupted. Almost too rude to ever mention that
fact. I am not talking about someone trying to get their word into a
conversation. I am talking about something much larger where essentially
anything can be interrupted at any time. We see this happening, and tend
to take it for granted, or think it out of place to question our own
displacement. You see what I am getting at ?
>Art for me, is almost a long and lost forgotten word, which as it is
seen by today's mainstream probably deserves to be buried in the
dictionary along with other redundant terms. It seems to encompass way
too many things that do not mean anything to me at all...
> Art as rude is a somewhat abstract term and one which does not satisy
me what so ever...
You are right, abstract consideration needs to lead to fully
materialized actualizations, or it cannot be satisfying in the long
term. Neverthless, we need the abstract expressions to introduce the
subjects, discuss the real interests, consider the possibilities, and
plan a course of appropriate action towards actualization. How else
could anyone ever do it ? Of course one could preach a return to
the old traditions, to use a metaphor, of pulling her down by the heels
and dragging her away into a convenient cave. That was before we had
abstraction. Now we can discuss whether she might want to be pulled down
by the heels, how to do the dragging, what cave might be best, and plan
a day and time for the occassion. At least that is if one were to follow
the more traditionalist approach. In my own opinion we have gone well
beyond that and advanced to more subtle, gentler, methods, involving
the possibilities of patience, kindness, caring,... and so forth, but
those too exist in the abstract and crave fuller actualization.
I cannot see that it is that very different as to any kind of art.
> "Rude" is a better citeria for art than "pretty"? WHY do you say
that? Forgive me for speaking bluntly here, but that seems like
something that someone who has no appreciation for the visual or
creative would say... I don't think comparisons are necessary.... they
indeed defeat the surrela aspect and body of things for me in this case.
Pretty art is far too conservative to be anything of an advance in art.
It would also have little, if anything, to say. It would truly
illuminate anything would it ? Pretty art is merely colour coordinated
to interior decorating schemes. Now rude art would clash with the
decorator's scheme, and stand out, being noticed,.... making a
statement.
> What have you to say to these charges Mr Morphealist? Ha ha ha...
Morphealism already exists. It might be the first art movement that
needs no formal memberships. It might be the first art movement that
grows into the matrices of the socio-political-economic structure
the way roots find their organic way into the earth, gathering nutrients
wherever they penetrate. The roots penetrating as if neural synapses,
forming, growing, invading, connecting, the whole.
Morphealism is inevitable.