Lana del Rey,battle goddesses and archaic night
Ive been busy watching the Hurricanes,I've realised I've never really had a favourite song.I just don't listen to music much and have always been more moved by poetry and words themselves.The otherworldly music I hear in my episodes too makes music in this realm sound very very dull and plain.Still I've been listening to Lana Del Rey's Summertime Sadness which I was not into when it came out.Whilst I don't really like the 60s era it's drawing it's sound from I love the bridge of this song and spirit of the whole thing.I love the clip,her filtered phenomenal feminity and beauty even if she did have surgery,I think she is just distinct in this video she has some quality of a broody siren,there is heady drama in the way she says " Oh, my God, I feel it in the air Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare" really need to read more on this woman.Im fascinated,she has a deathly energy and the whole clip has that energy of death.
I feel a bit like a battle goddess today and I'm getting a rise and passion by battle and fury,well I was last night.I think there is true power in the darker goddesses,they are queens of the night,their is power in fury worth having sometimes.I am mostly still battling the live by logic hordes who are against anything that isn't science and I feel like Boudicca with her spirits and prayers to Andraste fighting the overbearing and overwhelming cold strategy of the Romans.I feel as weary as Boudica trying to let the spirit thrive and win! Perhaps science and masculine logic will defeat archaic night.But I believe too in coming in with a pure heart and trying to see that people are on different journey to you and to comprehend their view and acknowledge it before you press on with your own.
Have been giving advice to dispirited souls, my god there is an epidemic of depressed people! void,void,void,everywhere I go another twenty people with depression.I blame heavy spirits and family hauntings,and all our passionless and very meaningless lives,we have driven the wild and exhilarating underground,suppressed it to such a degree in the civilised world that people move about like corpses.I know what it is to be depressed,I use to lie there as if in a coma,I thank the universe in turn that I'm so spiritual now,that my life is profuse with meaning and magic,I have never felt that way again.
I have alot of zeal at the moment that just can't get out due to everything I go through with my brain and it's very frustrating,I'm having such memory problems.Going to buy 'women who run with the wolves' as I lost my copy,that's a quickening I really need right now.I just get so tired of the flat,monotone,stuffed shirts that dominate our society with their dull newspapers and diatribes and order and rule.Its just gets so ****ing tiresome I'm reminded of whitmans poem "learned astronomer" in which he sings :
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
I have spent my entire life fighting for the intuitive,the mystical,the mysterious,the feminine,the emotive,the passionate,the magical and ancient over the overbearing masculine principle of logic and reason that dominates the west.I don't think I'll ever give it away this tired battle to see the neccessary chaos and creativity we need to feel alive.I think what Baba Yaga would do? She would not fight for it she would point the bone at her foe and say a dark and difficult little riddle they could never comprehend and be on her way.
I feel a bit like a battle goddess today and I'm getting a rise and passion by battle and fury,well I was last night.I think there is true power in the darker goddesses,they are queens of the night,their is power in fury worth having sometimes.I am mostly still battling the live by logic hordes who are against anything that isn't science and I feel like Boudicca with her spirits and prayers to Andraste fighting the overbearing and overwhelming cold strategy of the Romans.I feel as weary as Boudica trying to let the spirit thrive and win! Perhaps science and masculine logic will defeat archaic night.But I believe too in coming in with a pure heart and trying to see that people are on different journey to you and to comprehend their view and acknowledge it before you press on with your own.
Have been giving advice to dispirited souls, my god there is an epidemic of depressed people! void,void,void,everywhere I go another twenty people with depression.I blame heavy spirits and family hauntings,and all our passionless and very meaningless lives,we have driven the wild and exhilarating underground,suppressed it to such a degree in the civilised world that people move about like corpses.I know what it is to be depressed,I use to lie there as if in a coma,I thank the universe in turn that I'm so spiritual now,that my life is profuse with meaning and magic,I have never felt that way again.
I have alot of zeal at the moment that just can't get out due to everything I go through with my brain and it's very frustrating,I'm having such memory problems.Going to buy 'women who run with the wolves' as I lost my copy,that's a quickening I really need right now.I just get so tired of the flat,monotone,stuffed shirts that dominate our society with their dull newspapers and diatribes and order and rule.Its just gets so ****ing tiresome I'm reminded of whitmans poem "learned astronomer" in which he sings :
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
I have spent my entire life fighting for the intuitive,the mystical,the mysterious,the feminine,the emotive,the passionate,the magical and ancient over the overbearing masculine principle of logic and reason that dominates the west.I don't think I'll ever give it away this tired battle to see the neccessary chaos and creativity we need to feel alive.I think what Baba Yaga would do? She would not fight for it she would point the bone at her foe and say a dark and difficult little riddle they could never comprehend and be on her way.
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