This entry will be recorded soon. The previous entry was recorded in Audio. You can hear it one entry below this on via Chirbit.
I am your Chagall in words. I paint in text as chisels carve a statue to new heights to Wuthering heights. Poetry is short. It is like a 100m dash! When I write I have to be really inspired. The moment has to be right. It has to be a dash of truth. An eloquent tribute to the human mind as we know it. Poetry is very tiring to write down. Prose is not the same. Poetry stays somehow hanging on the ceiling as an achievement, a new milestone of words, a new sharing of thoughts that is made possible through the script and the caller, the reader. YOU. We share our minds and elevate ourselves through it.
Goodmorning.
You have found Ulysses V. The Ultimate gateway to the Stars. The Texas Space Port for your Soul. Thank you for coming onboard dear reader. My name is darth ghost. I am the Poet Laureate of the Dimensions and Emperor of Texas living in exile, at this moment residing in Amsterdam, The Netherlands, a small merchant country situated alongside the North Sea. Sometimes I feel like a refugee sometimes I feel like a colonist or a Pied-Noir as they call it, having found myself in uncivilized territory. I feel like a slave to society. Sometimes I feel I am the embodiment of Buddha, Jesus Christ, Mohammed and Khalil Gibran. I am what I want to be and who I want to be. I am who I feel I am. I am whatever I say I am.
It’s a beautiful cold day outside. It looks like Winter has set in. It’s real cold. Still there is plenty of energy around. You just have to dress well. It already feels like December and we are only the 10th of November in the Year of our Lord 2010 as I start writing the next entry to my Ulysses, to my journey to new dimensions, to your journey to the Ultimate, to your journey to another Galaxy.
I write ‘cos I am a Prophet ‘cos I want my voice to be heard ‘cos I want to wake you up from the Dead. I am your Voodoo wake up call. I am the Hendrix pyromaniac who has reached your spheres. Watch out! I am certified. My name is darth ghost. I am your Sufi mystic and Ali of literature. I can punch you out just as I can decide to make you my Adept.
Yesterday I recorded my entry on a mobile phone. I really enjoyed doing that. Today I couldn’t find my phone. It’s gone. What does it mean? It’s as if life always requires an extra gear in order for you to reach happiness. When things are going well there is always a challenge. For example something goes wrong. That's when you have to hang on. I never looses anything. Still I searched all my house this morning and couldn’t find it. For security reasons I had the SIM blocked. Still I haven’t got any other recording options at the moment. So I am going to see if I can borrow a microphone somewhere. I think I can. Also I reopened my Facebook account. My Facebook account is where I store all my stuff as a back up copy of what I all write down. It has a great interface. It feels like a database program standing on it’s own. It’s PHP programmed. It’s very innovative and groundbreaking as a matter of fact.
I call the place for the new hippies. So I am in a certain sense on enemy territory. I hate hippies. I was brought up between hippies. I only let people into my Facebook account who have a certain Artistic merit. Very often I kick people out. I know I Shouldn’t do that. I kick out the females who extort me emotionally. I want my stuff to be read and heard by more people. At this moment I got an increasing amount of dedicated readers coming to my blog/website. Google lets you use their web space for free. You can turn Blogspot into a website very easily. That’s really cool.
As I said I started recording my entries. It should change the way I write. It’s great to get your blog to another Dimension. While I was recording it I notice how difficult it is to properly pronounce everything. It is maybe my start as an Actor. The human voice is something very precious. You gotta write as if you are gonna do a Radio show. I am gonna make sure my words are spoken with emotion and stamina. It’s not that easy.
My voice is broken and I speak as a Rapper. It sounds very rhythmical. On the other hand I cannot suppress it meaning I am stuck with it. I suppose that’s the price you pay for having drank too much in your life. I’ve got a lisp. I still drink occasionally, but not in the quantities I used to. Also I have done quite a few Osho dynamics lately which has somewhat matured my voice. It sounds much deeper then before. Of course I scream so loud during the screaming phase that I have broken my voice for ever. As strange as this must sound, this is actually relaxing. I use to have a beautiful voice. Well, that is what some people said. At least there is one thing I don't have to become anymore: a Singer. It's one worry less. Like that I can concentrate on being your Prophet.
When I feel I get caught up too much in the mind then I do some Dynamics. I love it. It brings me back right on track. So I don’t really mind that my voice is gone. I still have some kind of voice and after having heard it I think it’s alright. I gotta see if I can make a little bit more expressive. I talk more or less like a Rapper. I cannot recall the reason for that. I do listen occasionally to Rap when I am in the mood. For example Dr Dre and the early Snoop Dogg or Fifty Cent and Eminem. I used to listen to a lot of Rap. It’s great and Poetical and rhythmical and a good way to protest against this society. It’s a this moment the last genre of rebellion together with Reggae. Still I wonder how come it is that I have developed such a voice. I think my brain has been somewhat damaged by my lifestyle.
Last week I was very busy writing. This week will be the same. Although by having added a new dimension to my blog I will also have to spend some time recording it. This means I gotta get the routine of recording in my entries. I shouldn’t spend too much time on it. Still they should be meaningful and improve as they should after a while and make my blog sound like a Radio show. I’ll see how that develops.
I am thinking of recording Old junk new junk in Audio as well. When your written stuff is recorded it really adds an extra dimension to it. I am thinking of recording the 27 chapters. I’ll see what comes out of it. Some people have told me that Old junk new junk is really good. Of course it’s just a draft. Do I really want to loose my time rewriting it. I rather just continue new Books and creativity. I just like to cruise to the next heights of my mind-boggling wisdom reaching unknown heights and undiscovered realms of my thoughts.
I am wordsmith and a Poet and a writer and soon a speaker. I might as well use that Charisma I am born with. Also don’t be shocked by my overconfident criticism of myself. When it really comes to the point I am an extremely harsh in critic towards myself and my overconfidence is just to mask my confidence.
I expect the best of myself and it is very frustrating to see that sometimes I don’t have the concentration to properly do some background work on whatever it is that I am writing. That doesn’t mean that I don’t bother to extort as much as I can out of my IQ220 brain and remember as much as I can from my general knowledge which should be sufficient to write with. Still my next challenge is my voice.
It comes naturally to me ‘cos I am a Prophet. I am creating the Ultimate religion. The merger of Art and society. English is not my native language. Still I can feel reasonably native in my manner of speech. Also having French as a Native language adds a dimension to the kind of English I write. I try to use as less Latin words as possible. Still that is not really possible. So I build my own synthesis as I call it. It’s Poetical, scholarly, scientifical and my style is easily suited to prose. I have been blessed with a somewhat broken education, still I have had some very good higher education and very little primary school due to my strange upbringing. That’s the way I am formed. I am grateful to the education I have had, for free most of it.
At this moment I am seated in a Church, following a program offered to me by the social services of this country, which should lead me to financial independence. In the morning I follow the regular program. In the afternoon I write. I am very thankful that they let me write on the job. I told them that I was an Artist. Still that doesn’t mean I want to stay on social security all my life. Of course I can’t live from my Art yet. Still it is the reason I live on. If I can’t be your Prophet then I don’t see the point of living anymore. Creation and Art and spirituality is my survival.
I am confused at it ‘cos I also want to bring up a family.
Art and family is not easy to achieve. It’s a merger I am trying to realize. Not many achieve it. In popular culture for example the great Folk singer Leadbelly and John Lennon have achieve this. Art is often a safe-haven for the impotent in this society. Traditionally the female gender leaves the Artist alone at whatever it is that he wants to do when he is an Artist. Else she will just bother him to the End of times.
It’s not easy to merge Art and family. It’s something I want to break through. That’s why I need to combine, that’s why I need to broaden my dimensions to a next height. It must be possible. For this you need to be very sure of what you are doing. You gotta have the stomach and be able to receive quite a few hits.
The female gender is the reason for the existence of the mechanical world view. You can read all about it in my apocalyptic work of Art called Old junk new junk. Also don’t forget to read A Wake Up Synopsis. These Holly books are the next dimension in Art and science. You are at this moment reading Season 3 and the next Holly book in the making. It is still unnamed. I think it's gonna be called Goodmorning. which is a logical follow up to A Wake Up Synopsis.
You are at this moment reading or listening to the next journey in the search of the Ultimate way of life which I have found, in search of the Ultimate Spouse which I haven't found, in search of my Empress in a matter of speech. On Sunday I wrote a poem about old Trees and gorillas in an hour or so. It’s was quite a good theme actually. I also notice how rewarding it is to read aloud your own Poetry. That poem definitely needs some reworking. The main outset is quite good. I wish I weren’t that much in a hurry and do more background work on my topics.
You are reading the stuff of the Stars. You are onboard Ulysses V. My name is darth ghost. I am the Emperor of Texas living in exile. I come from the legend of Texas. One day I will restore peace to the Planet when I will be back on my throne in the middle of the Texas dessert. I will restore the equilibrium of the Planet. The reason I am not at this moment in Texas is political. I form a threat to the U.S. of America. Still in a not too distant future federalism will be destroyed. I will be welcomed back to my Red Dirt. I am working hard on it.
Goodmorning and goodafternoon or goodevening where ever it is you are coming from. Whether it be from Timbuktu or Bombay or simply Canyon, Texas feel welcome to read and listen to my words. I am your Prophet, visionary and Poet, writer, actor, comedian and musician. I have been around for quite a while.
I have been around for four thousand years to be precise. I have been beat up, carved down, thrashed to Pulp and basketed to Hell. I have survived multiple attempts at my life. Also as a former D.A. I had to take important decisions regarding matters of Life and Death. I have never been rewarded. It's not easy to sacrifice yourself for others. Especially when at the End of the road others have profited from me and I have more or less remained penniless. Still I manage quite well and very proud about it. I am an old Tree with still quite some force in him. I have surprised my Foes more then once by my resilience. People who knew me in the past only gave me years to live and even today some people think I am suicidal. My answer to them is:’You must be joking’. I have only started on my journey and have never felt so good.
Of course occasionally I have to bite the dust and still have to be careful not to fall back into serious addictions. I have been addicted to almost anything possible since a young age. I will never not be addicted. Still through the times I manage my addictions quite well. I am a professional at it. I am untreatable and unbeatable. There is no remedy for my kind except mine and that’s to keep it as manageable as possible. Maybe a family could help me further.
Maybe a family can be the breakthrough in it. I think I will remain an addict all my life. Although at the moment it’s quite manageable.
So basically this long entry is just to continue on my voyage of words and Avenues and Boulevards and Buildings of words that are painted for you as a sculpture as a Drama as a Radio show as a Prayer and a Chanting and not to forget as a Prayer to the Universe, a Prayer to the Trees and birds and even to computers who make this text happening possible through the Internet for you, dear reader.
I don’t fit no category, I don’t fit no system, I don’t fit no dogma, I don’t fit no religion except the one I am making at this moment. I am your Prophet who has come back from the Dead to revive you and save the Planet from destruction. I am your Prophet who has come back to share some Poetry with you. I am your Prophet who wants YOU to be uplifted by my words and speech, that wants to share with you this gathering of Kindred souls through the Internet.
All my life I have been hampered by people who didn’t wish me any good. I have been hampered by the stupidity of the human mind, which is based mainly on greed and self-satisfaction. I have been beaten down, pulverized and used as a scapegoat by people not even fit to shine my shoes. I have stopped seeing good in everybody. I have stopped all of that. From now on I control the game. I decide as I wish. I continue as I want. I furtherize into Space, into life as my Path has been set for me in order to achieve supreme understanding and be a leader for a better world. Where that will lead me I don’t know.
My first goal for the next years is to reach my millionth word published online. My first goal is to start spreading my voice around. That’s all I enjoy to do, that’s all I want to do, that’s all I can do, that’s all I am good at. That’s the reason I was born. To be your Prophet and Guru and Friend. My Poetry will elevate you to new dimensions, to new elevators not yet known to you, not yet witnessed by you. My voice is gonna be heard. My voice is gonna make you happy.
You are reading the stuff of the Stars. You are reading your one and only Evil Knievel pronounced Kanival of literature. I am your Chagall in words. I paint the text as chisels carve a statue to new eights to Wuthering heights. Today no time for Poetry. Poetry is short. It like a 100m dash! When I write it I have to be really inspired. The moment has to be right. It has to be a dash of truth. An eloquent tribute to the human mind as we know it. Poetry is very tiring to write down. Even though it comprises only of a couple of lines compared to the text you are reading now. Prose is not the same. Poetry stays somehow hanging on the ceiling as an achievement, a new milestone of words, a new sharing of thoughts that is made possible through the script and the caller, the reader. YOU. We share our mind and elevate ourselves through it.
It’s now up to me where to go next. I have finally come to that point in life when I know I am right and the other is but partially right. I am more right then you, no matter what. That’s because your sorrows dear reader are just particles of dust compared to mine. That’s cos all my life I have been bothered more then you. I have had to become Ultimate not by my own choice but by force. I have had to become super human. I have had to survive almost everything that you can possibly imagine. I have had to bite the dust ever since I was born. I am a miracle upon earth, a miracle upon this Galaxy, a miracle upon the Universe. I am but a Tree, old and battered down as the Mississippi river speaks alligators and strong currents.
You have reached your destination, you have reached Ulysses V, you have reached my sanctuary online that I share with you. Thank you for coming onboard. Don’t forget to tell your friends about my small dodgy enterprise on the GOOGLE network. Don’t forget to spread the word of darth ghost. Your Preacher Immorallus who believes in God, especially on Sunday.
Let us gather for a few seconds, let us share this moment of Ultimate gathering in a moment of Ultimate Glitch in a moment of Prayer in a moment of Meditation in a Moment of Ultimate Zen. Let us take a moment off, let us be in Communion:
Thank you for having confided in me. No Poem today. Poetry requires the most out of you. I don’ everyday have what it takes. Dear female readers forgive me. I am too busy at the moment. Let’s end this somewhat lengthy entry as the clock strikes four in the office I am at this moment seated in. I got another half hour on the job. I’ll see if I can publish this entry by tonight. I also got to open up an Audio-sharing account. Something like Youtube but then for Audio. I am thinking of using Houndbite or Chirbit. I’ll see how much space they have online and if I can integrate it into Blogger so that you can listen to my recordings. Maybe I get also new readers from different networks to read my stuff. I also gonna check out how other people record stuff and listen to their voice if they are any good.
I will have to see who I make the best of my voice. I will have to see who I turn myself into the Prophet I already am. I am the future. You are reading the future. You are reading Season 3 of my journey upon the Universe. Through me you will become a responsible citizen of this world. I am born with that mission. I am born to lead.
I have been blessed right through my life by the people I have met. This website is dedicated to everybody I have come across.
I have also been less fortunate with my so-called friends. In that sense I was not blessed. Many of my former friends have disappointed me by proving cowards in their lifestyle. I always believe I am responsible for my actions. I expect my friends to go through life in the same manner. People don’t want to see their own shit and very often use others as scapegoat. I have been used as a scapegoat by people who have profited from my position. My position as a former D.A. for example. I feel real bad that I didn’t have the teeth when I was younger to act in a somewhat more responsible Light and lock a few up. Some deserved it real badly. I have proven myself in the past to be sometimes weak. I myself have sacrificed my own career because of a bunch of losers.
I should have thrashed them when I could. Somehow that’s how it goes. It’s not easy to hold a position of responsibility in this society. Still I have been blessed all my life by my experiences. So it’s time I share it with you as much as I can. In a way I feel indebted to do just that. I am born like that. I am your Prophet don’t forget it. I gotta proof myself as that. I gotta be the next inline in order to save the Planet from destruction. I gotta raise the consciousness of the masses. Somehow that sounds stupid. Still I look unto the Mystics of the past and see how they where right. There is only one way to be an Improvement to the Worlds for me. That is to be your Prophet. So I am gonna work on my voice next and try not to use too many drugs. I am lucky I keep to a simple lifestyle. That is what has kept me in on piece right through my life.
You have been reading the stuff of the Stars. You have been reading and listening to darth ghost. Let’s end this entry with a song as is customary in Season 3. No weather forecast today. It’s not easy to predict the weather. You have got to have time for it. The next song is by Eminem who is second to me in survival:-)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sd6pRP081cs&feature=fvsr
You have found Ulysses V. The Ultimate gateway to the Stars. The Texas Space Port for your Soul. It’s location is Google webservers. Webbaddress is: http://benoitduval.blogspot.com. Thank you GOOGLE for hosting my blog and thank you dear reader for reading my stuff.
That’s it folks. God Bless&See ya around.
