Incantation by Laughter(1910)
Velimir Khlebnikov
O laugh it out, you laughtsters
O laugh it up, you laughsters
So they laugh with laughters, so they laugherize delaughly.
O laugh it up belaughabley!
O the laughingstock of the laughed upon–the laugh of
Belaughed laughsters!
O laugh it out roundlaughingly, the laugh of laughed-at
Laughias!
Laugherino, Laugherino,
Laughify, laughicate, laugholets, laugholets,
Laughikins, laughikins,
O laugh it out, you laughsters!
O laugh it up, you laughsters!
And whose heart would not long to dabble?
whose eyes would not be drawn
onto a canvas whose hidden undertones
are blacks so rich they are bottomless.
she’s trying to pierce the sparkling day with
nocturnal bouts of awakening.
her gestures are subtle
undulating beneath the surface of any shape your
mind will inevitably make.
she longs for you to sit,
to contemplate the movements of your existence
as a scientist would their latest life altering experiment.
she’s reinvesting her capital into the blooming
awareness of your heart,
the internal knowing within your being
that your ability to act
holds within it
the ability to allow love an entrance into the human
predicament,
that the reason behind all action is growth in the light.
she sings to you in this way
everyday.
the day dream team invests its every effort upon the capital
in which your interest is paid
clever and cooperatively drunk on the heights of your own hearts wisdom
these eyes ponder that which lies beyond the visible
to steam your own blood in the fire of mamas renewing cataclysms
a reinvestment of the senses
a knowing that stretches far beyond the “known senses”
one that stems from the rose bud of existence herself.
he picks up sticks and drops the marbles all over the cafe floor,
he knows the excitement of life
the reason love exists
the love that creates the ability to reason.
how often and overwhelming the souls calling,
she asking for your inner ears
to come to attention.
to observe with every ounce of your awareness
her aria sounds inside of every sound
with the gift of grace, you absorb
the light of life’s feathered fingers tickling your frontal lobe
into an unknowing place, where fear can bind, or liberate
depending on how you relate
to this rawness,
this need to digest souls aesthetic
a beauty all your own,
a unique and universal siren calling you home,
the one
pondering the one
until
in an angelic state of remembrance you
give in
relinquishing control,
to listen
to give yourself
to give to all
the power of her flowing voice
that which never ends.
If you live in Chico and are interested in Yoga & strength training You HAVE to come practice with Donovan Greenstar
NEW SEAMONSTER PAINTINGS & OPENING. plus the tale of aleeseano muffin (her ex-husband)at the opening reception
aleeseano & his best friend azul
aleeseano miss muffin & friends
aleeseano miss muffin & friends
aleeseano miss muffin & friends
aleeseano challenges the smart one
here’s the photos from the voom voom variety show performance, i’ve included the script at the end of this entry. XO
script
seamonster reads:
whomever receives the band weilds the paddle
In this ritual, shots will be fired. It is asked that whomever receives the bands from the dragon’s gun, enter the stage and pay respects to the higher members of our congregation, by paddeling the behind of the dragon 3 times. If this recipient of said band feels unqualified or unfit to carry out the ritual, it is asked that the recipient pass the obligation to one who is willing.
Mazal tov
Generally defined as good fortune or good luck. the term has become a popular synonym for “congratulations!” Some people pronounce it “mazl tof.
Actually, “mazal” in Biblical and Talmudic times meant a planet or constellation of the zodiac. Ancient belief held that the positions of stars and planets had special powers over us. This is a feeling still maintained by those who practice astrology. The term “mazal,” therefore, acquired the connotation of fate or fortune. “Mazal tov” thus literally meant, “may you stand under a good constellation.”
cenote (see-no-teh)
Noun 1. a deep natural well or sinkhole, especially in Central America, formed by the collapse of surface limestone that exposes ground water underneath, and sometimes used by the ancient Mayans for sacrificial offerings.
dragonboy begins:
to stand between 2 worlds
unceasingly grasping for the living glue that adheres the inner and outer tragedies.
An honoring of one who has ceased to be, who has died and one who is born.
2 allies
one who hath been slain by a hollow hearted chariotier
at the festival of the man that burns, roadkill on 4:25 and K
a so called burner who crushed, before the whailing crys, and somewhat because of, the whailing cries of mine beloved monster of the sea, naked and whisky eyed,
walking across, the street with our man, or rather wolf.
crush him he did, an not only this but torched
with a flame our heros remains.
mazaltov! mazaltov! mazaltov!
– one shot fired in honor of mine beloved effogy, of our heavenly canine king,
– one shot fired for he who holds his keep in the northernmost tip of the northernmost peak!
—WHOMEVER RECEIVES THE BAND WIELDS THE PADDLE!—
ein, zwei, drei thule!
and so, with sadness of heart
I have walked, memories of childrens hands, of my own hands
carressing the shaggy and luscious main of mine wolf god friend.
And as this loss hath run its course through mine trembling heart
just, as the state of sorrow hath washed mine body, and cleansed mine soul
a beast before me appeareth.
unexpectedly, in a haste was I, 3 ticks of the clock before the bazaar would close its doors,
and there before me the image and the words like thunder
mazaltov!
mazaltov!
mazaltov!
like a babe, in a manger, he appears, a twin brother of the dearly departed.
supposedly a childs plaything.
like thule, possessing an innocent air, only masking the indomitable depth of his cosmic kung fu.
and so, as the intergalactic agent of change dragon ring leader that i am
I present to you
from the deepest cenote, in the densest deepest depths of the under ground jungles of the south pole,
The oldest and the original source of earthly moisture on this here spherical muddy light ship,
he whos kung fu style is so old, it is the source of all kung fu styles,
I present to you
AguaAzul
– one shot fired to seal, in ceremonial magic, the immaculate rebirth of a supposed tragic death.
– one shot fired for the new and oldest member of our dragon family!
—WHOMEVER RECEIVES THE BAND WIELDS THE PADDLE!—
ein, zwei, drei. aqua azul!
and so it is
all ye gathered here, you who have beared witness to and ushered in the birth of a king who’s been, since the begining, I bow to you
and so it is we rise in life, in love, in eternal prostration
to the glue that binds us all!
mazaltov! mazaltov! mazaltov!
music up
Ill be doing a performance for the voom voom, and i’m making these crazy cool royal aquarian court collars, come buy one from me, you wont regret it!
i love you x
sidewalk plant
She dresses herself in the dawning doorways you must enter
She beams brilliance from the center of your being.
and then me, in the middle, afraid of, but NEEDING to articulate the truth of her being
in-separate from my being
in-separate from all beings
Heart pounding the rhythm of remembrance
growing deep and wide
as her rivers
as her ocean
day dreaming of the earth bound vessel that is I
prostrating myself before the celestial court
dancing ecstatically to the magistrates of eternity.
YOU are the one
the being of my being
the one who transfers this light into me.
Love is an avalanche
love is the tempting voice to conquer
to cherish
to let go
to die.
to be born again amidst the current material
fluctuation of to and fro
this modern man
this modern circumstantial prescription
for taming animal temptations.
love is desire
at its essence
i know because these eyes
have drawn you here
before my own divine shadowy sphere portals,
the ones that reveal
without judgment the knowing reason for life
for love
because the two cannot be separated,
where there is separation there is no reason
where there is no reason, there is no being
where there is no being life and love do not exist.
therefore choose to sit
choose to listen
choose to find reason
unravel the strands of life
to find love.
your story is tall
its a tale i believe in
because here you stand
an all mighty effigy,
the reason for being.
The OFFICIAL NOTICE READS:
By order of the king (speaking on behalf of our ruler, the dragon empress):
A STATE OF FEASTING AND FESTIVITY IS DECLARED.
Daily work trades are to occur only when desired or absolutely neccesary,
and are secondary to the declaration of gathering for the sake of
celebrating eachother and the miraculous state of life in general.
Here on the stage of “The Children of the Dragon Empress Castle”, (the heart of
the kingdom) all are asked to share their voice, body, mind, opening to the inner muse,
whomever, whatever that may be. HERE all are bards, minstrels,
muses, players, and HERE, there are no dead lines.
