The Mausoleum of a Libertine

Word of the Day 18/04/2013 - Thursday

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 10:05:30 +0100

Thursday n. the day of the week before Friday and following Wednesday

Well, obviously. But this Thursday in particular is my @*th birthday and I was actually born on a Thursday too, which means … ummm … well, not much really. There must have been loads of times in my interminable lifetime that my birthday has fallen on a Thursday.

Commonly believed to originate from Thor, who is one of the Avengers, ‘Thor’s Day’ is actually a more recent replacement for the older (Old English) Thu(n)resdæg or ‘day of thunder’.

The etymology of this, in turn, is a translation of late Latin Jovis dies or ‘day of Jupiter’ (the God associated with thunder).

A noticeably charmed day, simply by being the penultimate in a normal working week of Monday - Friday and bringing with it a whiff of the weekend.

misssecretagent: …playing with digital art… a mixed media...

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 14:52:57 +0000

misssecretagent:

…playing with digital art… a mixed media deviation…

The Arcane Walk

There are some shining spirits in this world who illuminate the lives of others with their thoughtfulness, their kindness, and their beautiful hearts.

Thank you, T, for the precious gift.

misssecretagent: Wednesday, October 31st, 2012Early this...

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 09:57:55 +0000

misssecretagent:

Wednesday, October 31^st, 2012

Early this morning, I finished something that I set out to do nearly a year ago. 153 pages later, I wrote the words “The End” to my first screenplay, the final stroke of which I have envisioned for quite some time now. There will be a long road ahead in the process of molding these pages into something much larger, so pardon my absence while I chase my dreams…

And as it is also my birthday today, or more appropriate to what I seem to feel these days: a re-birthday, I am inspired to quote the etheric words from “Becoming the Phoenix,” as this is the time of the Scorpio, symbolized by the mythical Phoenix bird, representing resurrection, rebirth and immortality.

“I flew straight out of heaven, a mad bird full of secrets. I came into being as I came into being. I grew as I grew. I changed as I change. My mind is fire, my soul fire. The cobra wakes and spits fire in my eyes. I rise through ochre smoke into black air enclosed in a shower of stars. I am what I have made. I am the seed of every god, beautiful as evening, hard as light. I am the last four days of yesterday, four screams from the edges of the earth—beauty, terror, truth, madness—the phoenix on her pyre.”

This makes me happy.

I think, Frodo, that maybe you will not need to come back,...

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 11:22:00 +0100

I think, Frodo, that maybe you will not need to come back, unless you come very soon. For about this time of the year, when the leaves are gold before they fall, look for Bilbo in the woods of the Shire. I shall be with him.

Elrond Half-elven, The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien.

Sometimes I wish there was a boat waiting for me in the Grey Havens and I could slip away down the long grey firth as the light I carry glimmers and is lost. Sailing far away until I behold “white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.”

Sometimes I wonder if that is the only peace I shall find.

” … I love you just because …”

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 08:56:53 +0100

” … I love you just because …”

inatoms: “If I could only touch you and create a ripple in all you know,” said the book. This...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 12:38:00 +0100

inatoms:

“If I could only touch you and create a ripple in all you know,” said the book.

This particular book has created tidal waves right down to my very core, right down to my atomic level.

It has been a particularly beautiful, sometimes painful, occasionally heartbreaking, and a distinctly life- and attitude-changing read that has made me reassess my past and probe the dusty chambers of my heart. The book has the prime location in my bookcases. I will turn to it again and again in years to come. But for now, the last pages flicker in an autumnal breeze as the final chapter dwindles to its last words.

I … love … you.

misssecretagent: XVWe the mortals touch the metals, the wind,...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 12:35:54 +0100

misssecretagent:

XV

We the mortals touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

―Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

Daily Thought

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 11:54:44 +0100

misssecretagent:

Only by rising and reaching out can you find your center. Learn to hear your heart over your head as your mind will often keep you in the confines of what you have always known. To lead with your heart requires that one is willing to follow its guidance fearlessly. If man could be as unconditional in his heart- expanding without restrictions or boundaries much like the universe, it is astounding to think of how much more complete one would become.

inatoms: You believe in ghosts. Of course you do. The ones whose name is spoken in a chance...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 09:54:48 +0100

inatoms:

You believe in ghosts. Of course you do. The ones whose name is spoken in a chance sentence when you least expect it. The ones that you hear in the notes of your favourite songs and in the drops that bounce off the windowpane. You still feel them. I know you do. Haunting your chest and casting shadows at the back of your throat when you tell someone that they don’t exist, yet all you can ever really do is habit their pictures often to make sure they’re still there.

We are all haunted.

misssecretagent: …this is one of those songs that makes me...

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 04:30:00 +0100

misssecretagent:

…this is one of those songs that makes me imagine that I were adrift somewhere far away… a post-everything sort of world, quite literally post-structure: post dualism, post feudalism, post physical, post twinges of pain, post ambiguity…

DEATH CUBE K
MAGGOT DREAM
DREAMATORIUM

misssecretagent: We are pushed to align straight, persuaded...

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 21:56:51 +0100

misssecretagent:

We are pushed to align straight, persuaded from the spiral.

The Non-Linear

One of the greatest deceptions of man is that we are taught by society to be linear when nothing organic truly is; we are cyclical beings by nature. We are instructed to form opinions based only by logic rather than by heart, we are told that our lives, like our fairy tales, are finite with a beginning and an end. We are instructed that the path to follow is the straight and narrow, and anything that deviates from this is an interruption. We are told that curves and twists are not ideal in this world, where space and time cannot bend.

But everything bends in the universe. It is a simple truth that the curvatures of our bodies reflect the phi ratio spiral of a sunflower, which in turn are micro images of the sacred form of celestial bodies swirling around us. But we are not told these things. Because they say we are confined to three spatial dimensions, we are told that we are powerless to change the hands of time- the passage of time, which they say, moves only in linear and not cyclical form.

We are told that bending the mind would shatter reality. We are told that things should be structured in rows, in a line, in uniform consistency, not by sweeping arcs or bent angles, or arches. We are pushed to align straight, persuaded from the spiral. And yet what we should be told is that the circle is an archetype of our psyche that is older than the sun, moon and stars, and we are at its center, the inner circle. And thus to come full circle is to beckon the sacred and divine, and an infinite energy and wholeness with the cosmos.

inatoms: To be a successful writer, I believe one must have the ability to engineer a thought to a...

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 17:53:17 +0100

inatoms:

To be a successful writer, I believe one must have the ability to engineer a thought to a limb; to not only describe the summertime, but afford the reader a subtle breeze, a chance drizzle or even if just the sand between their toes at a crowded beach. I’ve only recently discovered that by tousling words around with similes and metaphors, you form expressions and with expressions, you can arrange a bouquet of flowers for a woman who never gets them, release a hummingbird from its ribcage and impel a Malaysian snow. To be a writer, I believe you need more than just a muse, rather the ambition to touch them with simple words.

For a while now, I’ve been wanting to write you a letter, just a simple letter to remind you that I have not forgotten, that I still think of you, but I live in a box of pencils that break when I try too hard. Here I am trying to make a sheet of paper beat to the tempo of my heart.

Word of the Day 02/01/2012 - quimtessent

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 09:49:00 +0100

musingsofalibertine:

quimtessent a. of or resembling a vagina.

Need I say more. The zenith of asteisms.

“Why, darling, you’re looking absolutely quimtessent this evening!” They won’t have a clue that you’re calling them a cunt.

misssecretagent: Etchilhampton, Near Devizes, Wiltshire....

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 04:30:19 +0100

misssecretagent:

Etchilhampton, Near Devizes, Wiltshire. Reported July 28^th, 2012.

Initially I thought that perhaps the 22 outer circles signified Element 22, Titanium in the periodic chart, somehow thinking that maybe this has something to do with titanium and our crystalline structure, but on a second thought, I think the decryption here is intended to be a lot more simplistic.

The key to understanding this particular crop circle is to view it with the 33 circles facing upwards. The 22 outer circles likely refers to the date of the end of the Mayan long count calendar- Dec 22nd/23rd, which many mistakenly believe ends on the 21st. The wave of the 22nd ushers in the cosmic consciousness, hence the 33 circles. This wave will bring in the Fifth World, shown here as 5 circles passing through the 22, interjecting into the circle of the 33.

The master number 33 ultimately signifies our elevation of thoughts, both in heart and mind. The end date of December 22nd as prophesized by the Mayan culture is not about the finality of humanity, but rather, the Fifth World is the dawn of the age of truth, an awakening of universal consciousness and a new cycle of existence.

Misty Dawn, Somerset, UK. 8th September 2012

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 09:51:37 +0100

Misty Dawn, Somerset, UK. 8th September 2012

"A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a..."

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 04:26:59 +0100

“A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.”

- Vincent van Gogh (via penseesduchoeur)

Because few people truly see what is before them, do they.

"If you are not loved, but do not know for sure whether a potential rival is loved or not, and, if..."

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 09:57:37 +0100

“If you are not loved, but do not know for sure whether a potential rival is loved or not, and, if there are several, do not know which of them is luckier than you; if you subsist on that hopeful ignorance which helps you to resolve in conjecture an otherwise intolerable agitation; then all is well, you can live. But woe when the name is at last announced, and that name is not yours! For she was so enchanting, it even brought tears to one’s eyes, and, at the merest thought of her, a moaning, awful, salty night would well up within me … yes, everything about her was excruciating and somehow irremediable, and only in my dreams, drenched with tears, did I at last embrace her and feel under my lips her neck and the hollow of her clavicle. But she would always break away, and I would awaken, still throbbing.”

- Vladimir Nabokov, The Eye

(via musingsofalibertine)

vanillav: (via empowerage-of-words, fiftharchive)

Mon, 10 Sep 2012 04:26:13 +0100

vanillav:

(via empowerage-of-words, fiftharchive)

Word of the Day 18/03/2012 - gilliver

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 11:02:18 +0100

musingsofalibertine:

gilliver n. a wanton wench

“Lotty, I think I have a title for my book that graphically details your paraphilia. I shall call it Gilliver’s Travels. I trust that you won’t mind.”

"No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest"

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 04:29:42 +0100

“No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest”

- Ilse Lehiste (via fratello-del-lupo)