Monthly Archives: August 2013

Hesitation (Whisp Against Chimera)

Whisp Against Chimera
You claim to be the type who asks, “what signs?” when navigating the roads of life
until you are lost
and seek the truth

You dare to call me boring?
When it is my truths you are trying to approximate
with cultures

Go ahead
follow folly foolishly

Whisp-ered, “your wings are just vestiges, sweet Icarus”

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Against Whisp by Leny

Doubt (Whisp Against Phoenix)

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a little whisp-er 

and your beliefs crash and burn

but you will rise from the ashes?

or will you become the wisps of smoke?

because of a little whisp-er

a whisp-er

that does not seem there

yet it brings you to your knees

hopes and beliefs abandoned

time and again

will you rise from the ashes?

or will you become the wisps of smoke?

submissive?

it only takes a whisp-er

to burn you to a wisp of smoke

over something you dare to call nothing.

I do not need to fight you.  You do enough enough of that for yourself.

Against Whisp by Leny

 

fall to reason

beyond the domains of the those pheonix of faith, the whispy winds of mystery, and the cavernous keeps held by brooding chimera, stands the eternal dissonance of emotion and logic.

the known lands of tradition and conviction and attrition follow ideals, or compulsion, or wants, beyond which there is no coherence and thus no meaning nor significance.

like their territorial children there is barking, and purring, and violence, and hope.

times there are simple, and shortlived. politics lack ideals or much power. there is little self due to complete lack of projection of self upon environment or especially wanted domination of ‘other’.

stuff just is, no curiosity means little argument. but with the migrant paths of these so like us but alien, so too developed recognition beyond the immediate. a struggle to grasp existential circumstance nearly as old as our species itself. and from here came the confusing truths of politics and the contrarian game of chess from a pretence of rationality. people began to leverage concepts of personal identity and status/esteem for empowerment. and there many entrenched upon pheonix lands. the standards drawing people from all around as only the beauty of waving but unwavering delusions can.

but some got fed up with the feudal conflict of dissonant paradigms, and so they absconded their entrenched positions to flea to the less fertile soils and ostracism of draconian life. they argued for opposing opinions and drew strength in the practice of ideological hunting strategies and sharing found weaknesses. and with continual migration many grew bored and ephemeral with the under-stimulating sustenance and the ease of turning upon those less far in their pilgrimage.

we all fall to reason unless we fail to reason.

against whisps

hey all, these are four ideological positions of the remaining paradigms within the three ideological archetypes:

  • chimera
  • pheonix
  • whisp

if you emotionally disagree with one of them i hope you check out a ‘responce’ of one of the other ones, it may express a consonant opinion. i’m trying to get some of the major ideological paradigms to fit in the archetypes with as minimal polysemy as possible. i hope you enjoy.

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the phoenix flame (phoenix against whisp)

but what about you feeble whisp? Neither you nor your truths are ever there. I make due with what I have available. You condescend about our impurities but vanish to the winds impervious to any resistance to the degree you don’t even seem there. It isn’t so much that you are impervious to talons, but that you are so submissive and weak against them- that they tear through you like you aren’t even there.

What kind of character would be so weak that their opposition isn’t even aware of their existence? You mock my brilliance which you know to be all consuming of your emphemeral vapors casting light like sight upon all the flames survey. But you are barely there, like a thing aether, a fillament within space itself. But what could someone so fragile, unseeable, and untouchable really mean?

You hate pheonix dogma as sublimated superstition without substantiated suspicion. But even as mere felt disposition with no rational base, it is still true to us, so who are you to call it ‘invallid’.

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nestled beneath wings (chimera against whisp)

you hate the fierce individualism of the chimera, and how we hoard, But we grow and change and adapt, while your eternal pretence is static- and even if not ignorant- inaccessible and thus without utility.

Who cares if the antidotes prescribed are anecdotes. How is a placebo’s healing less significant? How dare you promote the suffering of others? we are the panacea of sustenance, of nourishment of the body, and you are the cruel god who is always there but never speaks. you are like the phoenix in that you have no compassion or humility- or humanity. you are basicly psychopaths, who deal in absolute truths which can’t show tact or empathy or emotion to situations alien to your experience. you confuse disinterest and impartiality with indifference. you forfeit everything you are, and for what? “truth” ??? “accuracy” ??? give me a break, there is no number large enough to envalue a life, and to try to monetize another’s agency from free choice and ‘random’ chance to causal and deterministic relationships… it just can’t be done. it wrongs us on the individual and collective level. what value is there to privacy, if you don’t have to look to know what i do? is Schroedinger’s cat alive or dead? the knowledge from the defeat of the paradox, doesn’t empower you like certain phoenix believe, and so you aren’t omnipotent by being omniscient, you are just boring form the lack of drama that the state of knowledge has. there can be no wonder, no spiritual value if you simply know the value of a concept like pi, which is why were prefer not to know, for knowledge is the death of wondering and imagination. the better you know a subject, the more limited your mind will be when trying to predict how an even will occur. and with boundless knowledge, the only projection is accurate and the lack of self as possibly being mistaken or confused or intrigued. life isn’t worth living without questions, or curiosity, or drama, or concern. that isn’t life, but immortal deification. so leave us in our ignorance to fight like beasts in the mud over squabbles of mating, and ideological structure. leave us to argue and gamble, and design towers of ignorance- in our own image.

let us choose to believe like the phoenix, or to cherish and adapt like chimera are born to do.  let us assume false ideas to test them. and ignore truths for pretty and preferred lies of style. let us have a culture (phoenix), some truth of yours, but also a deep well of beauty to act as an aquifer for all we may do. we aren’t right, or accurate, but sometimes the delusion of being good enough is more important. it lets dead men survive.

i may not have value but i must have some.

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without the glory of righteousness (phoenix on chimera)

you are without definition taking whatever you can to improve. And you are lost in the consequence of mutually exclusive improvements. Your circumstance defines your definition, and you try to please everyone in the need to placate others to favour yourself. not only are you the opposite of the whisps who stand not for anything, you don’t even stand from some meaning greater than yourself like we (phoenix) do- you stand for yourself. you take pride in your accomplishments, and your relative value to others not by what you give to them, but by what you share and experience with them. you treat people as equals by the only way possible, solipsistic apathy. and so you watch the ages go by and the cycle of atrocities continue to be committed and plead for more power and authority which you never use to help others; you are nearly sociopathic. you have no idols, no ideals, no conviction, and your preference is always that of self interest; and often for pleasure or wealth. you plead equality when you are poor, and preferential treatment when you are rich- you are a hypocrite and critically undermined any ideal which included recognition of your existence as anything better than a deplorable fiend.

you are the sum of all problems, and the source of all hardship. from snake oil salesmen to intentional Hippocratic, to general dishonesty to deliberate hedonistic ignorance for the feigned ideal of autonomy. you have no dogma nor allegiance flowing through your veins a corpse of a vessel for any idea. you lack double standards because you lack any standard or conviction or truth outside of yourself, and that imprisons you- it is your mortal coil.

stand up for anything you spineless zombie. allow yourself to have a conviction, to believe something beyond yourself. dropping your scepticism to pick up a greater work than personal rationality. make the world you see better, and that is only possible if you are willing to help change it.

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adaptation is panacea (chimera on phoenix)

you are shining delusion, bright beliefs clung to like life-rafts fore a rolling sea of ignorance, breaking wakes of recognition through cult of personality, and adamant idealism.  you can’t admit when you are mistaken or inferior. Your definition defines your circumstance, and your circumstance criminalizes all even yourself. for your lamentation of other’s flaws often from from resonance of your own, and where we adapt and forfeit our faults in earnest to improve- you wear those faults like badges of honour, tokens of monetary esteem, and pledges of academic entitlement. but what does your vacuous sophistry really mean and matter if caught in your ivory dream you forget how the real world works, yet you educate to try to make your better world. as though you can educate without indoctrinating your wide-eyed pupils out of their innocence. but also through giving them social tools, rather than natural adaptations which are extensions of themselves. your gift of faith, and charity, is what causes the ruination.

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i was going to write a bit more on each and still may in the future but i’m burning out and would like to put this up while it is still relevant

I’d Rather Stay

I'd Rather Stay

then there are those that choose to believe and truths that hurt them

even when they know better lies

pencil, ink, marker

Turbulence Prompt by Leny

media

image

its dangerous when western media replace culture and tradition, but its tragic when media is all the culture you own.

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communication

comunicacion

 

prompt here: https://inkfell.wordpress.com/2013/08/23/turbulence-beneath-the-phoenix-wings/

what’s language for?

does it works for you? does it expresses what you want and more important, does it transports such meanings to others?

I think language isn’t the right tool for communication.

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Snake Oil

Snake Oil

 

You picked your poison
It is not my fault that you believed
the promises I sold you
You allowed me to think for you
Don’t cry to me because I lied
Don’t expect me to feel compassion I can not feel.

 

(Oh, but I do have an App for that.)

pencil, marker, ink

Turbulence Prompt