in gaia's carpet

"sketches,skies,earth,etc - 2"

On 21 March 2012 17:32, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

was up till 5 or 6. scrutinising earthquake warning for thursday march 22.
some planetary body coming through. alerted kim and my "son in law" in vancouver. gets like "cry wolf". where to place the scepticism. i'm not a bad scout.
wrote kim a long email reply. i write the most polite and respectful "love letters". actually that's what i'd most enjoy writing. scarcity of targets. cautious and dispassionate, but passion seeps through where the capitals used to be.
a "healer"(dubious), who did me a past life regression, once said,"do you realize you're writing love letters?" well yes, actually. what else would you write?
but with venus in pisces in the 7th house, eros is exalted to "agape" ,(greek word) and with the venus transit of second decanate of taurus + jupiter. we already are what we aspire to be. the aspiring is what we honour already. familiar with a lot of latest lash stuff. intrinsic to the "eden" vision.  but he's "scorpio" i think. my dispassion would manifest more in acceptance of "fate" than "fight", perhaps. better to "out-fox" than dominate,
speaking as an animal. coyote maybe. if confrontation is the agenda, turn up the magic.
lisa (who wishes to return to being "elizabeth") emailed me praising "ten summers". i replied at 5 a.m. and she replied again. she'd just got up, for her dawn singing bowl mantras. me just going to bed. "night-owl to "morning lark", i said.
hat was 12 hours ago. sent me a photo of pristine snow in switzerland from their visit. fine ,she said, if she hadn't broken her arm, and "how do you stay protected?"... mmm, says i, i suppose i don't take too many risks, don't go far, very often.  haven't injured myself painting by the fire so far...as i touch another piece of wood.
sovereign independent seems to be down. wonder if barry o'banana switched em off.  i use "ecosia" a fair bit. pleased, these last 3 paintings, on a bit of a plateau. wonder what to conceive of next. millions, billions of paintings in the world, have "cliche'd everything conceivable. but it's an interesting challenge.  just return to one's own intrinsic essence and source. can't beat self-honesty. all the other creatures and plants do it. blackbirds and flowers never go out of style. fresh after billions of years.
i imagine, write what you experience in one day like it was the "only" day.  it is !  we mundane everything into "familiar". how familiar is anything? really?
like, i suddenly saw this black feathered creature with a  golden-yellow beak. fluttered and moved in rapid jerks, miraculously sure-footed, it never missed a twig. shiny blue-black and vivid in the misty drizzle. it opened it's beak and...out came a song, a high-pitched liquid
quicksilver ripple like you could never imagine. and i felt the poetry of what the song was saying throughout my whole body. it spoke for the beauty and the mystery of the whole world at once. well, i was astonished!  and then it was gone in a flash. scattering droplets and pussy-willows in the dew-grey- dawn silence. phew! daybreak in the earth-realm!"
oh yes. that story of the lost lotus incense and me totally ignorant of the fame of my first gypsy child song since 1972. we'll see what...aspires, conspires, what's the word i want... a e i o u...?  spires, fires, i'll light a fire instead.~    have a good day on earth.~~~~~~m.

planting and gathering

On 27 March 2012 00:10, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

..."cut to the chase"... " stop!  we, the people live here, we do not allow killing sister fox, ( shoon-HE-nah), for what you call, "sport".  you do more harm than fox, who does none. learn from fox.  protect your chickens. move on in peace!" ~~~ "who was that man?  more hairy than fox.  came from over the hill in the east."
to continue~ tags, for pages:   "glimpsing" = our solar union/ *  "rainbow making"= rainbow making/ . "um?"=  "not in HIS image" /  "double you" =  who can get this? /  "a nondual declaration of interdependence"
=  our nonduality./ ~~~~
re. * "our solar union" ; relevant to accompanying images + more specifically; see latest post from carl calleman regarding 2012.  opportunity for humanity to  reorient , helio-centrically, and move on from "national
and even planetary self- identification."  a possible key to transition from "the galactic underworld" phase, into
the now emergent, "universal underworld". "to align the pineal gland  with our sun as local focal.
"not in HIS image". a repeat reminder of the book.
in my college thesis; "communication & persuasion", i re-iterated a ploy social programmers employ: "repetition + variation".
"who can get this". i pondered variants of this while eating my vegetables, and counting on my fingers, ( they are all 13 letter titles. surprise surprise.
not only, "who can get this"?  but also, "who or what"is the "who" that thinks there is any getting to be got, by a
false identity who already is not.
who you "think" you are, will never "get" what you are already.  it's like, "having" "a mind".  that takes two.  you and your mind.  hence, "schizophrenia" is the norm.
and the chronic cases rise to the top. believing dualistically, it's "us and them", therefore, control "them".
our nonduality. well, it's not "mine" alone.  when i took the name "rainbowmaker", i did so, ritually.  gave an impromtu speech in a circle of, was it 22 people.  rounded off with a "thank-you", "a you and a me is a we, a we is an it, it thanks itself". what else would it do?
~so, ( $%. in current fiscalese)....
back to the here and now on terra firma.  before "fox-killer" showed up.~~~  photons streaming in, sunshine in march. the first day wearing nothing but a Tshirt.....
(and jeans), refining a pie-wedge shape portion of sun-warmed soil in my central- circle-lawn garden. refining to befit the fineness of a fair day.  and as, randomly, casually pre-estimated, planted 78 spuds packed into a wedge shape  six feet square.( sacred -geometrists, figure that!)   "today is a good day".
continuing to relax after leisurely labour. (the play ethic), pondering my old fire grate and where to put it.
so cut up a goat's-milk carton,( waterproof), and inscribed with black marker in spiderish italic; "the grate outdoors", put it on a rock by the front door.
the young lads and girls round my front gate,often fire a pointed question.
my neighbour's boy bursting to recite his rhyme. a chance to try out words that are said to be forbidden.
wow, i say, you'll be a great poet. the young trickster,
 already macho one, thaws momentarily when he gets the "grate" bit. i trust he won't trash it. (?)  pops the question, "who do you think you are?"  i say, "who does anybody think they are?" and," why does anybody think they are anybody? there's no law against being nobody."  obviously i'm a nutter. and the little tribe straggles off, bouncing the sacred football, pushing the bike to what to do next.
so we spend a life thinking there's a "next". though nobody ever saw one.  could be "armageddon" (that word), could be "ascension" (that word too). could be "positive timeline".
but, who ever saw "a whole day"? i mean, in your face.
"just this and nothing else". so said a zen master on dying.  so i take a break from juggling 26 letters.  don't know about "next".  probably wouldn't know one if i saw it.  hope you enjoy the present!~~~~~~~~~martin.




 

foxes-potatoes-rainbows - 2

On 27 March 2012 22:38, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

..foxes, potatoes, rainbows,
sounds like a shopping list, but is a
teleprompt reminder
for me, responding to salient points in your long and interesting high speed text. / what an amazing day! not only no clouds at all, but no chemtrails at all. though i didn’t wake till eleven.
two con trails, evaporating instantly, but no neo-contrails that remain
suspended and then expand. i can often distinguish expanded ones
from high cirrus clouds, they are more curdled, like milk and vinegar. “lacto acidicus alto stratus."
“i ‘ve looked at clouds from both sides now, but really don’t understand
clouds at all.”

[mabye here should be included the email,
"foxes:" no, to put you at ease, there was no fox hunt ,or ‘foxkiller “. a purely
imaginary dialogue, intending to
address “tags “promptly, i “cut to the chase “. then decided i didn ‘t like that
phrase and all that it implied.
and instead, improvised a scenario
where a civilized intruder is roundly reprimanded by an indigenous native. as an example of how we, as gaian
humans would ideally respond to
intrusion of sacred habitat.
“got to get ourselves back to the
garden” is perennially true. and off the reservation called civilization.
am particularly fond of foxes, having had a few, much valued, close
encounters. and as i mentioned, once set one free from a snare, having
retrieved wire cutters and gauntlets. not entirely satisfactory, as wire was still tight round it’s middle. but it took off like a rocket, with my lasting
blessing.foxes are beautiful to
observe, and sacred. so what if they
appreciate chickens. humans torture and slaughter millions of chickens per day: not to mention ‘christmas “! we project all our myopia on to
all our relations . rats are bad,
wolves are bad, mice are bad, badgers
are bad, crows are bad, etc. humans celebrate genocide!
on a lighter note, potatoes: and
onions, i got my onion sets from the
corner shop. my potatoes, the ones you have, given me as a free organic gift
from organico. local organic grower produce. a small paper bag full, which, when i planted became last year’s
crop; three hessian sacks full! yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
now i am planting those same potatoes again, as my harvest couldn ‘t wait to “get back to the garden “. sprouting
right through the hessian sacks they were. like fish out of water. a spud’s
gotta do what a spud’s gotta do. i
planted 78 of them yesterday, tucking them in nice and cosy. tighter spaced, but in separated beds this time. with the notion; if you do monoculture, one blight gets the lot, globalists take note. i’m sure they have.
spring is..., and my neighbour
opposite, the place you park, has had that huge feathery evergreen hedge
cut down to the ground with
chain-saw, such a lovely hedge. it was actually, thick 6” around, trunks in
there.
some people think trees are made out of wood.
oh well... now she’ll be able to get a
sun-tan in public.
hmm, skype... a friend rang the other
night. said she was using the phone via skype as was running out of credits.
and was bored and needed another
human voice, the conversation started
off pear-shaped, as there was a delay so that the “conversation” consisted of silences and simultaneous
interjections. “why do you keep
interupting” i said... “are you
there?” aaagh”! terrible. ( another friend
also, had earlier emailed to say, “ring me please when you get this . strange weather. strange vibrations”), which i did, and nothing was up.just wanted to hear my voice or something.
so i nearly blew up. “this is not a conversation! a nano-second
away from banging the phone down. till we sussed what it was. well i have to express myself. sorry about that,
peace and er, love “.
and no word from kim.five days, or six i think. i mean, a woman doesn ‘t
“have”to do what she have to do.....
probably busy coping with survival.
nothing “has” to be. just be. B natural or Bflat. possesion is not nine-tenths of this law. what you ‘re born with is
not what you “have” to be. but what
you ‘re bound to have to work on and
transform. not “stubborn” (won‘t), but “persistent”, (will). “it” will.
foxes, potatoes, rainbows,., what else? i got butter,firelighters... oh! apple
trees. wow, all those apple trees!
don‘t really think i’ve got room for one, thanks very much. plotting garden
plot space as i go along.
hey we‘ll all soon be brown! no more grey sodden squelch that sucks. talked with a friend just back from spain. had enough sun. wasn‘t too bothered. said there‘s hardly any water in spain.
,, ,, ,,. ,,
spa ... in
the “ra” in “spa” stays mainly on
the...... ?  "pla-ya"!
i have an intuitive precognition i’m
going to eat something. just a feeling. grazias agus a bientot. ~~ m 

art work :

in autumn light, martin law, november 2011

irish hawthorn, martin law, november 2011

an oak in winter, martin law, january 2011

autumn harmony, martin law, september 2009

Flight of the Eagle

"flight of the eagle"- 2 - (for pentelope, at moo)

On 17 March 2012 06:37, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

..re.'flight of the eagle'...for pentelope;
6a.m.about to re-retire though not tired. scanned sent mail archives. found one of many colourful letters to kim. the one i was looking for. it's very jubilant.
it's imaginary following the flight of the package sent from here to canada which took weeks. it contained my eden fields cd. she was anticipating its hoped for arrival. i sent this when she told me it had arrived. it expresses mutual joy.
will peruse it again by daylight. check re. any editing and attempt send. i recall the phrase 'enjoyed the trip'; would 'flight' be more appropriate?... ('kerouac' correctly spelt thus, does end with 'c', not 'k'.) fine to leave her name in, it's all very transpersonal. an archetypal letter. the year before, while she and i shared a rare phone conversation, she suddenly shrieked for joy "yey" what's up? a bald eagle just flew over her garden.
now the crows are madly awake all over reenrour.
i return to the retired state in my 'pension' on an estate on a state pension. ~~good vibes~~m

bright flowers, martin law,
June 1997
in the private collection of
Roisin Russell

Flight of the Eagle>>>>....

On 15 March 2011 04:51, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

>>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> (O)
>>>>>>YEY !""..a joyful cry, i laughed out loud, welcome sunflower yellow creative birth of the spirit child in playful beauty blazing on eagles wings, the first wave of the new rising sun~ welcome power and passion of youth and health and fertility, grow in trust and courage fiery flower of the noonday sun~ welcome all that matures true to form responding to the call within seeking through the long dark road the illumination of the setting sun and finding the fulfilment it seeks ~~welcome elder wisdom, balance, harmony, crystal clarity, being itself, inseparable, indivisible one with all, knowing without knowing, transformed from self to soul....*** >>>>> That's my call to the four directions, the cry of the Eagle in the long Atlantic flight, V for victory through the winds of adversity in a wild flurry of awesome plumage over oceans and across the land dropping the crystal gift of peace on target as teardrops smile rainbows throughout all eternity......... Ahh, ~~~~the Eagle has landed....well bless the mails an' snails in their golden mean spiral homes...meanwhile down on Earth i was just in the last 7 minutes of an hour of Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock when i clicked into the smokesignal typewriter and your message blazed in to land safe and sound at the feather's touch of a single finger. Thank you too i enjoyed the trip. Never cease to be amazed what's possible without getting out of a cosy chair.
And the miracle of fingers, i bless them, watching close-ups of Jimi's fingers too moving speed of light, and i too, say, how does he do that? Divine grace and animal dexterity with discipline scattered like confetti, butterflies in a shaft of sun,
warriors of PEACE and BEAUTY to the rescue, stampede of the centaur in an arrow's sustained flight fixed on the farthest horizon burning with the HEART of the sun ..>>>>>>>>>.YEAH !, i said and laughed and your words i read sounded like a song, and the aura of HAPPINESS telepathed around the globe., ..What i tend to do is put pictures on the wall with bluetack, that's a lotta walls and a lot of bluetack in over half a century ever changing like a kaleidoscope of butterfly wings, according to the mood of the weather.That was a fun conversation today with Madolon who dropped in who had a house somewhere around Winslaw or Nelson and showed me on the screen and i later looked at videos, streaming through soft yellow and strawberry scarlet leaves in fall, larchwoods and blacktop, and the hightailing hills in the rain where they dug in the dirt for gold but the gold was all in the slanting sun, leaving nothing but ghost towns and desolated slapboard shacks, forgotten tracks and trails, steaming diesel rails, all the fields and farms full of pumpkins and lanterns in halloween duskHaha, no, i'm not ON anything unless you count the computer, artists are a funny lot bless us all you know how it is, "takes one to know one" and it's Jack Ti 'Jean Kerouac's fault an' he couldn't care a whack, on the road with Dharma Bums all the way down to Desolation Row and all the lost angels scattered along the highway and still trying to get back to the garden.Phew, and am i ever stuck in a nocturne of night-owlness, i glanced at the clock and it's quarter before five !!! If i sit here much longer you'll catch me up.THANKYOU KIM with Blessings. Who knows, the Eagle will drop more surprises when they come off the press. And bless your poetic ear enabling tongues to speak. i go potter about and do some lying down meditation, soon as the sun returns i'll be up like a lark. i send this in case you go to bed now.
PEACEFUL DREAMS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~and rainbows

rainbow embryo,
martin law,
November 2007

Re: pencil sketch - 2

On 20 March 2012 23:41, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

eppy....... haquinox~~~ am about to embark on an email reply to kim. wrote me characteristically impeccable serene nature letter.
just listened to j.lash ,'the masculine'/'the feminine'. very good. resonate on a heart/gut level, would say it like that myself. and do so continually. makes the eyes moist.
meant to start with my ad. parody, but will round off with it:~ " the NEW semi-organic. only HALF the poison. buy ONE -get one FREE!"
"eppy haquinox !"
oh PS, kim took dogs walk forest. lay down in snow.
'seven' bald eagles circling overhead ! that sort of thing. wish i was one of 'em. ho-ah-YA-pe !(greeting)~m.

foxes-potatoes-rainbows - 1

On 27 March 2012 22:38, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

. . . and on a higher spectrum, rainbows:
“what painting goes with the rainbow letter?” that was a bit of a puzzle.
since the letter itself goes through
some cinematographic dimension
shifts. from the astral euphoric
improvisations, invoking key
attributes of the four directions of the medicine wheel, which i wrote in
preparation for a meticulous medicine blessing rite I was requested
to perform in a clearing on a dryadic plantation.
the text then shifts through other transformations
invoking dreamlike evocations of canadian maples in
autumnal leaf-fall clearing after rain, legends of derelict trappings and
relics of goldrush, the golden sun slanting
through kaleidoscopic butterfly wings of prismatic pine needle rainbows.
i looked at each of my many paintings. hard put to find a single image to
epitomize all that. the unfixed filmic
euphoric metamorphosis of blend, shift and fade.
my colourful, 'bright flowers', the fall forest maples of
eagle feather medicine in 'a rainbowmaker' …
i went to bed, thinking, perhaps,
'rainbow embryo' might suit... so
i’m almost feeling now, 'a rainbowmaker' might just do it. partly due to the elements within it. the chakras, the feathers, the maples, the snow-geese in flight, the earth-healing rainbow-circle sacred enactment.

a rainbow maker,
martin law, 2000
in the private collection of Sheila Benney

a rainbow maker

On April 12, 2012 at 18:42, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

." a rainbow maker", yes.
painted in ballingeary, in the year 2000. nice moo's doing that one.
it's 4ft high. took about 300 hours on bended knee,
wore a hole in my jeans doing it. sold for over 1500 euros.
i have a set of photos of its creation from pencil stage.
design and colour went through many changes.
but yes, '2000', the year.
many thanks ~rbm

"soft grey skies"

"good grey skies - 1"

On 23 February 2012 16:39, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

.'good grey skies',
a random title, not because it's relevant to this message, it isn't. only that it's one i like, (a 13) that has been wheeling round above my mind for some time in much the same way as did the three crows when i entered a field at the culmination of my hill walk field trip.
wheeling above my head they were, in anticlockwise spirals, cawing their alert alarm calls in the aforementioned 'primal' mode. and i wondered what it meant, if anything.

sounding a thankyou note - 2

On 6 March 2012 19:32, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

i was just in the library. arranged with noel to display a poster.~
reminded him to tell una, the bantry house piano cd she expressed a particular special interest in, is available.
'good grey skies', an artistic clue, became, 'soft grey skies', the title of virtually completed small painting. fine-tuning muted neutral earth tones till 5 a.m. nights in a row. tuned but for distant hint of crows and dated signature. living the inconspicuous esoteric muse. 'otherworldly', only to the 'worldly world'. infused through slow minimal sombre poetic chords and vocal soundings
during nocturnal tea breaks sucking on a fine brush point. phasing into songwords from the same mythical place.
before leaving the stoked hearth for the damp outdoors to collect the 'tracing ten summers' copyright package, a pencil stub scribed a first line;
"see how the clouds are sailing over"....
(with one blank beat before "see", a delayed cadence.) and anagramming a possible next line thread while shopping. the elusive art of avoiding literal predictables. (sometimes language
overly encumbers the self-sufficiency of sound.)
most music of the world is 'out there' going places and doing things, making rhetorical pronouncements and narrative standpoints. when it's the elusive invocation of poetics alone can meld with sound.
~~"see how the clouds are sailing over
as the evening shrouds to grey the day
sombre shades across the earth returning
scatters flocks of crows so far away"

~~~~~
modal. EADGAD.~ Em.-Am(2fingers)
the forever evocation of the elusive impossible. call it 'art'.
what a trip. what a seldom acknowledged luxury. participation engenders invisible enthusiastic content(ment).
'the world' is welcome to it's flash-bang-outward- impending-drama and sausage machine language. birds are more eloquent in entirety. they sing their own song. populous and perennially popular, permanently off the charts.
listened to latest lashes, yet return to tone and tune and colour accordingly, dispassionately enthemesis'ed. and embracing the hearth.
wishing of warmth. many modes.~~~~m.

maybe tomatoes don't agree with me like they did...............?
hope yours do for you.

picking up the thread - 2

On 9 March 2012 23:58, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

the most recent painting;
'soft grey skies'
(when i've put the crows in and signed it, that is.)
has to be the right moment for the crows or i
could blow it and have to mix the exact grey
tone to paint them out. there is a particular
exercise that zen landscape painters employ.
involves, arranging a number of painted ink-dots on paper in a natural and 'un-contrived' 'random' relationship. more subtle than it
sounds.
whatever you do will be contrived./
the core essence of 'zen',(which is Japanese
for meditation/hindu, or sanskrit, 'dhyana'),
is in this exercise. (being 'natural', on
purpose involves dualistic artifice, and so is
impossible. (for grown-ups anyway.)

so, my grey cloud song haha didn't go
anywhere. hard to sustain a drift isn't it. bob
dylan once said, "if you don't get all of it, you
don't get any of it." it's that 'be spontaneous
on purpose' thing again. what was it a friend just
said...? "knowing going...or knowing not
going"?....?
as you read, how are you....each....?
'each', that looks a bit irish...ish. i think that's
what the suffix 'each', means: 'ish'.
eireanneach............?
"i think therefore..." i better have some dinner.
i bet descartes must have said that. "i think
therefore i am hungry".
or am i really? it just thinks it should be.

artwork : soft grey skies, martin law, March 2012

etc...

uranium,kerouac,corso,charlie etc...

On 16 December 2010 01:28, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>oh hello !
thanks for messages, so appreciated, i love to get many ... sending warm greetings, good vibes, have been at this computer rather a lot something like 9 hour shifts for 3 weeks, out of character for a devout pagan, but for the purpose of higher learning and curiosity, mostly on youtube and going to bed around 5 in the morning...
ha, uranium; my parody word for uranus, in its capacity of astrosignificator of the unconventional/outsidethebox/ rightbrain genius approach...Jack Kerouac, beat generation writer of 'On the Road' and many other autobiobooks in characteristic stream of consciousness confessional jazz improv style, among my early reading, Gregory Corso likewise his also poet friend and 'wordslinger', seems that the enigmatic man has split off from and is staying with one and another, just before the filling station down on the main road from here... oh yes, . . . my postal address...
...email me if you’d like to terra mail me... looking at all kinds of every thing on the computer, following that gulf oil disaster was rather shocked to learn that the gulf stream which keeps Ireland mild has stopped, due to dispersal of the oil to the seabed and stuff's still pouring out more like a volcano and eroding the original hole, pretty complex situation that could drastically alter the climate (haven't digested that yet).... researching social changes... watching recent footage of the demonstrations going off everywhere, London, Paris, Spain, Greece, Ecuador, and others and direct confrontation with police, and then followed up the reportage on growing resistance everywhere
... Did i mention i stopped smoking nearly a month ago after half a century and i'm not even smouldering i must have gone out... phew i was just orienting to the concept of 'ascension' and suddenly i'm supposed to be focusing on potential ice age !!!... what a planet, stay tuned, at least we're here now and you can't do any better than that... must look at some more 'more uplifting' videos..... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
LOVE and PEACE from>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>martin

"good grey skies - 2"

On 23 February 2012 16:39, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

i just now listened to lash's latest; 'mantis and mytosis', on grok the talk. thought to write and share this thought while it's still fresh. attempting brevity and succinctness.
this 'mantis' mantra, which does stretch credulity, and in wondering why, i remembered something. let's call it ,not scepticism,(english spelling without the 'k'. as with english 'enquire' & american 'inquire'), but rather cautious circumspection.
i recalled, having read most of jack kerouac's books, in particular the one, i think titled 'doctor sax'. the mythical storyline of that book culminates with the globally cathartic final expulsion, from the core of the earth, of 'the great serpent'
hithertofore trapped in the core. the release of which, emancipates humanity.
now apparently, in lash's own words, he for a long time, went out with kerouac's daughter, and consequently acquired the legal copyright to all of kerouac's work, unless i misheard that.
so i draw no conclusions, from what is otherwise a curious 'coincidence', and one i wonder, but doubt anyone else has noticed. funny isn't it?
for my part, not being so erudite and scholarly by 'comparison(s) are odious', nor yet cyber-adept, can't help imagining how it would be if someone were to call him on this. not the first time i notice such connections, not just with him, and wonder if anybody else noticed.
but then, who knows where kerouac got the concept from. unlikely even he knew. the worm in the apple, the serpent in the garden, the glitch in the psyche, the grit in the oyster. but then, as this variety of 'artist', i perhaps tend to stress perception over conception. a trait of 'painter types' which the writer henry miller, (not arthur miller), regarded as an advantageous and fortunate disposition by comparison with verbal conceptual types, being that much less prone to negative expectations. id est; just enjoy what apparently is.
with inherently idiosyncratic and not uncharacteristic sincerity of spontaneous gratitude and informal blessings upon the ministry of production and all who sail in her. with due special acknowledgements of honour to the chief mistress of antenna, (aunt enna/ainne, of angelic input, and the indispensable lightning conductor required preventing outages in the event of probable surges. of note, the orientation required to spontaneously harmonize intensity in such deceptively simple feats as an uncontrived cyber brush swirl or vortex emphatically underlying typographical information).
i feel 'thanks' again - don't forget to put your feet up, all many of them, and silently celebrate and give thanks for the immediate gracious ease of relative nothingness.~
~~~~~"deantoir na tuar ceatha"~(irish for rainbowmaker)






artwork : matured wisdom, martin law, December 2009

picking up the thread - 1

On 9 March 2012 23:58, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

.....so anyway,
two hours ago i started to write an email, then
chris arrived just as i typed the address. fully
intending to respond to a message, as of last night,
musing, was i online.
in fact, as they say, i had just switched
on the computer, only 3 minutes after a
send button to me had been pressed.
before that, i had just come
from a 3and a half hour nap. wasn't in a lucid
enough mode to write fluently with focus or
relevance, so decided to wait till a more
organic moment arose.
a rose is arose is arisen.
i'm fine actually, and
trust as you read you are too.
twas just as someone said to me in their email,
the mechanics of getting the organism to go
through the motions, and the screen was a bit
glarish, and maybe the blood adjusting its
thin-ness as we slowly emerge from the damp
of hibernation on the cusp of cold outside and
roasting inside, the groggy dormouse
syndrome. though i did then go on to listening
to an hour or two of bob dean and clifford
stone on kerry's blog. i am familiar with both
of them. two 'elderly',(i'm supposed to be
elderly), ex top secret clearance people
discussing their heartfelt knowledge of the
human/e.t. situation on earth.

artwork :
~ no.5 (other-dimensional),
martin law, 2007

clifford stone has some knowledge and
wisdom to impart. one point that i noted, and
they are speaking from experience, the
turmoil that's been the human
experience, involving benevolent and
malevolent intrusion from off(this)planet
humans, for a long historical time, is
witnessing an intervention from a third and
more humanely responsible group who are
not going to allow the folly on earth to
continue to cause harm, or even get any more
out of control. clifford expressed this with
noticeably compassionate and sincere
assurance. i'm aware that space-humans have
on numerous occasions fried nuclear
warheads on our behalf.
anyway, a big complex subject. perhaps, do you
know about it ?

artwork :
planet visitor,
martin law

i was in bantry today, as the kind post office
(oifig an phoist) always gives me some of that
paper which is so coveted, and to keep me
dependent in the matrix.it was quiet in town,
sometimes like the world is asleep, fluoride?
but i told everybody how pleased i am with yet
another cd. not to be missed, fresh off the
press, and it only took seventy years for it to
happen, just needed the right people for it to
happen to.
and with spring approaching out of the
nonexistent future. and a kind tulip is
tulipping and it's a mysterious dusky maroon.
garden's still a bit wet to do anything though i
find i have eight bags of peat compost, but no
rush, the growing season is always a bit
delayed if you're not a market gardener and it
works out doing a bit when it's pleasant
enough to do a bit. the play ethic works. the
indians just used to poke a hole and drop a
seed or a spud in it.
i sandpapered my kettle a bit to make it shiny
and get the grime off only to go, oh(!) seems to
be aluminium, and i thought it was....
and then slightly paranoidially, oh i hope
for stainless steel, 'cruach gan smal', you
know how subjective objectivity can
sometimes seem in retrospect, but at least
mine has thick limescale so phew, obviously
something is looking after me, and it's not a
god. gods don't give a toss about kettles and
the like, unless of course it's the god 'pan',
but no pan intended.
talking of pans......
think i'll just ingest a bit of the 'outside
world'. good for maintaining synergy. we pass
through it, and it passes through us. seems to
keep it 'not two'. ingenious system.
may you, as you read, have a spring in your step as you step
into spring.
bet that would sound good in irish.
like; go n'eiri an bothar leat/ may the road rise
to meet you. (but not too quickly, i hasten to
add.)