Goodmorning.
As I said season 3 will have fewer entries than season 2. I am following a reintegration program that will lead me to financial independence. At least that's the idea. I must say it's quite clear I don't want to work in a office. At least not the way it goes here. Doesn't matter. I can work on my blog during the afternoon. So I just make the best of it for the time it lasts. It wasn't really a good idea of mine. I knew I would get screwed up by the social security people. Somebody who cannot work full time in this society is now considered more or less a social case. Still I can't predict where it will lead me next. Besides I don't have much choice at the moment. It's quite frustrating and I have to hold myself in not to show it too much, else I spoil it for others as well.
Don't expect high quality litereature. It's not easy to write in a office. In the mean time I just brainstorm some things. Try to find some inspiration. I think I will rework this entry when I get home tonight and add some inspirational stuff. Although maybe necessary.
Thank you for visiting Ulysses V. The pro-creation harbour – the sanctuary of darth ghost which one day will serve as his Epitaph and grave. You are reading the future. You are reading the third season since my awakening from the dead. I still wish I could see the world as before. Now everything is grimmer and darker than before. Still there a few lights in my life. One of them is leading or participating in the Osho White Robe Brotherhood in the Amsterdam Mevlana Community here in the Netherlands. I have to admit I am very thankful to this spiritual circus. It is a light to reckon with and in difficult times I am very thankful for it and to it's founder: Osho.
Somehow it keeps my light as pure as I can keep it at the moment. I am very greatful for it. It helps me distill the garbage of society out of my brain. It remembers me that light is still existent somewhere. When you keep in touch with existence. It somehow pays off in your privat life.
Welcome onboard my sanctuary. Welcome onboard Ulysses V. I am a writer. I can write on almost every possible topic. Still I can’t live from it yet. So I am just broadening my perspectives. I am sure on day I will be able to do that. I still haven't reached my one millionth online published yet. Only then will I be able to take myself serious as a writer.
I know in me hides the greatest writer of all time. Not the best, not the most intellectual, not the most witty or subtle and definetely not the most emotional of writers yet the greatest and one and only survivor of old times. Don't forget I am four thousand years old. Your quintensential survivor. I have been carved up, beaten down, thrashed upon and basketed to hel. Still I am around have survived everybody and everything through good times and bad times. Don't mess with me. I will make your head spin worth than in an Oklohoman tornado. Just to let you know.
In the mean time I just keep myself busy and at it. I've been heavily critizized lately. It just sucks how people are full of shit. You make something and then critizize me. You start publishing your work on the Internet and then you can criticize me. It's not always that easy to be an Artist on this planet. Especially these days. People are so full of shit. It's sometimes beyond me the stupidity. I try not to get caught in the webb of negativity. Or social garbage. Good intentions make deep wounds. I can tell.
It’s all very easy on this blog. Don’t forget to read Old junk new junk and A Wake Up Synopsis. They are the next dimension in Art and the next dimension in science. They will eventually bring down the mechanical world view and restore the equilibrium this planet needs.
Old junk new junk I am at this moment reworking into a Drama which will be performed. It’s quite a long Play and requires some coaching. Also some more clarity on what direction to take.
Make the best of your Tuesday the 2nd of November in the Year of our Lord 2010 ‘cos tomorrow never comes.
Let’s start the topic with a moment of Ultimate Glitch. Let us take a moment of Prayer and Meditation on this blessed day. Just take a moment off and let your thoughts gather and Pray to the Ultimate. Remember this day in history. Let us Abide:
Thank you for having confided in me on this very important day. You are reading the stuff of the Stars. You are reading the stuff of darth ghost, your one and only Ali of Poetry-prose, the Evil Knievel pronounced Kanival of fiction, the Rumi of grammar. It’s time for me to write a poem. A quick poem on the job:-)
I am born with the sword in the hand standing up. My first victim was my mother, afterwards only more followed. I seek happiness and find it often in lost gates in the mirage of my galaxy on the street inbetween garbage cans on the street and forgotten faces that catch my attention. I witness everything around me as a computer registers keystrokes. It’s the next dimension I want to share with you. It’s the Ultimate I have reached. Still you are missing. Or is it my poverty that a bright Star has reached?
When one feels above everything, one needs something or someone pure and untouched like it was in my youth. How the world has changed since. I feel lucky to have known other times when the soil felt about was something you could smell. You could touch it and still feel clean. The trees where still blooming perfectly every Spring. Green was green and people somewhat uncorrupted. This Brave New World is difficult to get used to. It's not so easy to find someone that hasn't been spoiled by society. Someone still pure in thought.
I don’t remember when I first met you. I can’t recount the moment you caught me. I must have been off-guard or caught in-between vision of distillation on the wall. Futuroscape intwangled in colors of kaleidoscope stars between the twinkle of light and colors. That's how hard you struck me. That's how it goes. You get caught and with no mercy whatsoever.
Your beauty is unmatched. You are like an Empress waiting diligently for me. Your wisdom is far beyond mine. Everything about you is more than me. I wonder my luck. Am I worth you? Am I good enough for you?
I am just a layman, a writer of Pulp of nonsense and spirituality. I can equivoke Rumi and Khalil Gibran. I can see the whirling upon the sand in my own universe and even write about it. Still that is not enough. I seek more. I seek you. You are my gateway to happiness. You are so far beyond me. It's like a dream. It is like in a dream that I can't awaken from. A knightmare turned upside down into a tornado that catches fire and dissapears and brings my happyness just at the thought. A tornado alight! A tornado upon descent and destruction! Please help. It is beyond me.
Still this is not enough. Still only you can bring my completion to a whole. Only a couple can be perfect in might and strength! This poem is for you. This poem is to you. This poem is your inspiration and my shortcoming.
Well, that was quite some blablabla. You know what it means. You know what I want. It’s been a long day on the job. Maybe a poem just before midnight. Thank you for visiting Ulysses V – the Gateway to the Stars- the Texan Space Port for your Soul. You have been reading the stuff of the Stars. You have been reading darth ghost your humble servant the Emperor of Texas.
No weatherforecast today. No time. Let’s end the day with some music. Here's the Concierto de Aranjuez performed by Miles Davis.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVZq9Lk2hYQ
This entry was not so inspired. The next one should be written when I am slightly fresh again. It's not a hangover I have. It's worse. I feel like a zombie walking the living daylights out of the planet into pulp crushed with blood and cement upon my unawakened sight today.
It's been a long day. God Bless&See ya around.
