It’s eleven hundred hours and twenty five minutes, from my time zone next to the North Sea, Germany and Belgium, as I start writing the next Synopsis right in front of your screen, as I start writing the next milestone in fashion and style, in Prayer and God, in Poetry and Reason, in dissertation and common sense. Suddenly, it’s as if the times stood still for an hour or two. Suddenly the times stopped and everything made sense.
Location is Amsterdam, The Netherlands, on the fourth floor of my modest apartment facing North-East exactly on Sea level. Medium is Uncle Sam’s invention the Internet. Well, that’s not completely true. We all invented the Internet!
Thank you for visiting my blog. My name is darth ghost. I am the author of this blog. My real name can be found in my profile on the left of your screen. I love to use a character as a narrator. You can go many more directions with it. Besides sometime the Law requires it. Also some people cannot distinguish between fact and fiction. I have come across them more often than not. Laws should no jeopardize our freedoms. You can read more about it in A Wake Up Synopsis number Ten.
You have found Ulysses V. You have found darth ghost –Texan in heart From Texas -the Prophet of the Internet and future Emperor of the great state of Texas -future emperor of the Galaxy -the sole legal heir to the throne dating back to about four thousand years ago. One day I will be seated in the middle of Texas dessert and plant the new Governmental body in the middle of your dessert. It will replace the United Nations and have only one function. Namely, to safeguard the Planet from destruction. Name coming up soon on this blog. A Wake Up Synopsis number Five is where the original plan is laid out.
Today, I am your Apache warrior lost in Europe amongst unknown folk and unknown bestiality. You can read more about it in Red Dirt Green Dirt also known as the Fifth dimension and Old junk new junk. Also don’t forget to read The Wake Up Synopsis series and my Poetry on everypoet.net. It will give you an insight into my unparalleled set of mind as well as a philosophical dissertation into the genders of this world.
I welcome you upon my creation. If you are into Poetry, stories and Redemption, women and maids, men and testosterone, testosterone and maids, then this blog is your safe-heaven, your refuge and eventually your savings. I actually got ripped off of a million dollars by one of my 'wifes'. That’s not English! Polygamy is taboo in the Western world. They don’t have plural for for the noun. Well maybe a slight exageration here, she cocked it all up. A million bucks, something like that. Imagine what good you can do in this world with a million bucks. You can start a company for example and create some good jobs. Tune in everyday for the latest blows of the Poet of dimensions delivers to his Foes, the mobsters of this world.
This blog is not about keeping the status quo that is running down the planet. It’s also not about personal deliverance from any kind of ego that you might have stumbled upon in yourself. It’s the Fifth dimension that you have accessed! It’s the no-return-ticket to a new world order with darth ghost at its head as the late dethroned emperor of Texas who has come back to claim his share and deliver you from the mobsters of this Planet.
The Fifth dimension is the latest milestone in Art, science and some good old fashion values comin’ all the way from my very own qwerty keyboard into your stratosphere. It’s the Stratocaster himself that as taken over your screen and has filled it with some voodoo chills. Although I would prefer it to be a Gibson.
It’s all encompassed in Poetry and my latest blows of prose, descriptions of the weather and characters within the weather and descriptions within descriptions into random unbiased subliminal connotations by your favorite Beatnik Superior who hates hippies, easy riders, and leftist politicians except Fidel Castro and a couple of others and behaves just like former president George Bush when he gets mad. If you are into any of that then this blog is for you. Don’t forget to bookmark it or take a subscription on it via a reader.
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Last week I spent some time redesigning my blog. So didn't have much time to write. I am not really inspired lately. That’s ‘cos the inspiration just isn't there. Probably due to the weather. It’s mainly grey and soaked and clouded around here. It is getting slowly better fortunately. By the end of the week the sun should be shinning in all its magnitude again!
Having said that, global warming based only on the fact of carbon dioxide emissions seems to be more fiction than fact.A point I have been making for years. Meaning it is more likely that we are at the end of an Interglacial and that global warming is not only due to carbon dioxide emissions due to cars and other vehicles, which is marginally the case. It is in example especially the paint on these cars that are harmful to the ozone layer. It’s all about chemicals. It's all about heavy chemicals and its result on the human mind as well as the environment that is turning this world into a Metropolis where one day the Sky will simply not be existing anymore. You can read more about it in A Wake Up Synopsis number Five. Also the importance and etymology of Sky is elaborated further upon in Old junk new junk.
I was into coding last week so it’s quite a drag and my head needs a little rest. That’s ‘cos I shift from on craft to another, from one Art to the next. It’s all Art. A good program, a good book, some good Poetry. It’s all Art as long as you put your soul into it. As long as your Spirit speaks its heart. That’s what it’s all about. Creation upon creation upon the next creation. Webpages upon bytes and bits upon AMD’s or Pentium’s or VIA’s or other processors, upon your vision into your mind and out again into the world. Search engines that crawl and find you and decipher you. It’s all Art made possible by the Internet. If it were up to me we would all be living in Huts with an Internet connection. That's were we will fight our future wars. Eventually the digits will take over in about a thousand years or so if we are not careful. It's all described in my apoplectic apocalyptic work of Art called Old junk new junk.
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When that is the case, when inspiration is beyond reach, I usually resort to writing some Poetry, or just descriptive prose or just fill my screen with darth ghost History.
It’s a better day than my weather forecast predicted. The sun is out and the city is very busy on this Monday morning. The wheeling of technology and modernism in time expressed through noises of modern beasts with their beauty and shine and grill as well as their incompatibility with Nature. It’s the craze of mankind; it’s what keeps the mobsters right on their thrones. At least the paint does. It’s greed that makes this world run. It’s greed that is slowly running down the Planet as well.
I am happy that you have found my blog and enjoy reading my stuff. I am looking for new readers. Every reader I get is very welcome. It’s not so easy these days. People are too busy being kept busy. Whether it is by their wife or their employers of even their children asking for the latest Playstation game, still once in a while I manage to get a dedicated reader. That makes me happy. People have no time. People don’t want to have time. Life is what you make out of it and it takes some earth quake to wake you up usually.
Basically I like to share my life experience and what I make out of it. Many have blamed me that I am not really into friendships. I was always like that. Besides that I too don't have much time. Creation and more creation that’s what I enjoy doing. It don’t matter what. I am a starting writer and have decided that upon reaching a million word in about a years and some months from now. I will publish my first Drama. I am also gonna write a novel. It will be surrealistic and spiritual.
Maybe it will be like a Chagall painting. I like my stuff to read like a painting and feel like a dream. When I let my qwerty decide for me, without too much thought then my words are better, my words become timeless and I know they make your day a better day ‘cos you to have been struggling else you wouldn’t be reading my stuff ‘cos deep down you are waiting to be waken up from your nightmare with some good words on your screen or in front of you in a book. At least it doesn't hurt.
My words follow the dusk all the way to dawn just by themselves. I am gonna revive literature. Bring back the Exuperies, the Orwells, the Gollems, the Camus’, the Dostoyevskies, the Kiplings and all the writers I have read and forgotten. I am gonna bring back the gut feeling into literature. It’s all faded out nowadays. It’s difficult to find a good book on any shelve. You sometimes have to resort to action-fiction instead of literature.
You want to read a book that you never forget -a book inwich every word has its meaning and reflects its author -a book where every word has its own dictionary -a book where words enter your sight and leave it with a feeling of satisfaction like a brush with fresh paint on it in a color that describes exactly its meaning -a book that expands your vision all the way to the heavens and beyond -a book with meaning, vision, and beauty, sensitive and coarse when the landscape needs it, when the expression needs some pondering and reflection.
Which reminds me that my roses on my balcony have sprung. It’s a windy balcony and the roses have kept up quite well for about four years now. They were left to their faith during one and half years inwhich I was incarcerated. Spent some time in Jail and psychiatric camp with some weirdos who thought I was dangerous. Everybody who doesn't fit the system is dangerous and most to that case are too much of a slave to their petty feelings not to eventually be caught up in the web of the stupidity of society which on top of it has the hypocrisy of psychiatry. Never fall for that. I didn't have much choice I broke the law quite badly so I had to resort to some cuckoo nests' tactics. They don't give you no choice. Else it's Jail and more Jail or even worse. Eventually I got freed. The Law came to my rescue.
When inspiration is lacking I resort to other means of insight. The weather for example is always a good starting point. Let's end for today on a little bit of weather characterization in descriptive prose which might be the beginning of a new poem.
:'High above noon the moon shines but unseen. Under its gaze a blanket of clouds that reflect back upon the stratosphere into our galaxy. Even further away from that is the sun that makes this almighty possible. His gaze is direct and perilous and inconvenient. It makes your skin burn when exposed to long to him. He is the warning of death and creation. His rays are like a Van Gogh painting, yellow and orange with a cadmium smell. He looks out for pirates and meteorites in his protection sphere and powers our planet. His hard work of nuclear combustion is our steam engine. Still it is not enough for us. Our planet is slowly been run down. The moon gazes back to the clouds under her and finds some shelter in a cloud that revolves and gazes back upon the earth. I can see it. It looks right unto me and slowly is moved by the wind in a Northern direction, findings it’s way, crawling its way upon the atmosphere.'.
Today it's just a couple of words that I have chiseled for you upon your screen. Gotta do some social calls later, answer some emails and scroll through profiles and rest a little.
The weather forecast for Amsterdam on the 22th of June 2010, ahead of its time were I not to manage another entry today just before midnight.A quick check at my window gives us this result:
Tomorrow the temperature should rise to about 65 degrees Fahrenheit around noon, the wind blowing from the North not too strong, humidity still very high, the sun a little bit more than today. Visibility is always difficult to predict.
That's it for now folks! An ending on a slightly messed up entry that didn't flow in any kind of logic but beared a good sentence or two. Some people have called me the new Ed Wood. That's no insult.
This has been darth ghost wishing you a very good working day on this Monday the 21th of June 2010. It’s always intriguing to have new readers onboard. Where are they all coming from? Next month I will publish the amount of unique visitors I get to my site. It’s more than I thought. Very happy with it.
You have been reading the stuff of the Stars, the stuff of darth ghost -Your Poet Fulminous. That’s a phrase I coined! The English language with the greatest vocabulary on this Planet requires the most possible creative jargon that you can find. You can go any direction with it. Having said that it is unrhymable and doesn't have a straightforward leniency to it. That's its strength! Thank you for visiting Ulysses V –The Ultimate Gateway to the Stars -The Texas Space Port for Your Soul. Thank you for coming onboard. Don’t forget to tell your friends about my blog. Webaddress is: http://benoitduval.blospot.com. God Bless &See ya around.
