///OPEN///

you drive me nuts

i inhale you

asphyxiated

an asterix ending

unfixed when i ate you

i hate you

i fear you, i love you

the struggle

i go through

i threw you away

from tomorrow into today

now we're here & it's simple

to hate would be sinful

so i see you, you're lovefull

i feel you, an earfull

fueling pace with songs

floating in space

pulled on sitar strings

sitting & laying & lying in rust

offensively orange & turning to dust

yielding, yielding

to a dream: smooth & skyblue

we sanded the bark

we pruned the unneeded

we walked through the dark

we sowed what we seeded

i saw what the trees said

earlier in bed

two eyes closed & one eye open

i saw what the trees said

our lives are alive when our eye is wide open

our lives are alive when our eye is wide open

Night In The Ocean (Young Magic downtown remix)

Young Magic ☾

///DEMONSIONAL///

A one dimensional personality

expressed itself two-dimensionally in works of art

& fast became three dimensional ruins,

multidimensionally.

Learning to walk again. Adventures to be had. Hola de nuevo, madre naturaleza*

Begin: the transition from black & white solitude to the rainbows of reacquaintance.

But first, past memories of colorful events translated in achromatic stillform & an excerpt to preface:

i remember that hair, the cut, the length; that phone in its newness, no scratches, no faded buttons; that thrifted shirt, that ring, that other ring, those shorts; & the not-so-blissful life that revolved around those phases.

it's comforting that photos can always make memories seem beautiful, even tragic ones.

me exactly two years ago in March 2010 - Augustine Kofie
3D Cinema Audiences in the 1950s - capturers unknown

This Afternoon -In 2 parts [2007]

4x4Tracktor

///COCOSPO///

pirate leg & i'm alone

it's just me, me inside this head

a sparkling third eye sparkles hellos at the skies

clouds crash into buildings

while i crash imaginary cymbals

symbolic snares sneering at my flares

bellbottomed, no toes

peeling to new

neutral news! we're almost there

at the peak where we started

young all over again

& getting younger

a youthful look for the blundered

like thunder that scares in the dark

this is an age with no sun

& i miss it

does it miss me?

blue cubed suns rise in my eyes

beneath a darkened lid, awoken

blue to purple to white

a green lilypad to pat down my tears

dampened, softened, fluttering

to the ends of my lashes

hanging on till the next song

the melody, a malady

'marish, unbearable

but i'm stable still

i'd see through the rubble, the wrinkles

till a single star twinkles

it winks at me

like it knew me

& we share a thought, or three

an ink dripping tree

with a thousand arms so intricately entwined

they form middlenight sky

aurorian aura

an aural rainbow

a dual bliss

undo all beliefs

be leaf be root be stem become!

be to be what be

be one

Untitled 2008
Jackie Tileston

Ditch Plains NY Sunrise 6:34am
Eric Cahan

Summer Two
Jamie Drake

Rob & Nick Carter

Winter
Jamie Drake

Theory of A Cloud 2008
Jackie Tileston

Rainbowarriors

Cocorosie

///TUDE///

I’ve become very accustomed to solitude, with the only somewhat live company being a podcast or an assortment of music, or the buses stopping & starting in tune to the homeless guy going insane in the streets below. My dad worries about me becoming a recluse again. I used to lock myself in my room for weeks on end: landline unplugged, computer shut down, cellphone offed, door unanswered, & sleep unending. But that was all in my deepest inexplicable depressions. Now, the solitude is different. Rather than it stemming from me being un-ok with myself, it seems to stem from me being the complete opposite. I’m accepting & open enough to indulge all the desires & questions I have for myself; to have time of my own, for my own; to listen to my head & follow my feelings with minimal distraction. It’s amusing to give my mind space to really wander, & to acknowledge all the random people & ideas that come into clarity. When we involve ourselves so often in social events, our minds are somewhat restricted, guided or dictated (however you prefer to look at it) by the conversations at hand. A lack of the usual overinformation & crowding means more room for uninterrupted creative ideas & the ability to grow the plant from the seed. Usually my mind is so busy with so much that many seeds are planted but never even get the chance to grow.

As well as social life, time hasn’t been a relevant concept lately either. I sleep when I want & wake when I want, not having to fulfill anyone else’s meetings or deadlines. For reasons unknown, whenever I’ve an unbounded schedule, my natural tendency is always a return to nocturnalism. & I do miss the sun, & I do miss nature. I know once I get out of this cast & am driving again, I’ll probably never be at home. Thus, this temporary period of nocturnal solitude is something to be cherished. It’s not often we give ourselves time like this. We’re so dependent on others to bring us our fun & excitement & happiness, forgetting that we can achieve those things in solitude as well. By no means am I saying we should all become complete hermits, there can be a different sort of inspiration & motivation found only in others, but we can all gain something from a little solitude every now & then. & no matter what, we’ll always have the stars.

. zone out .

. plug in .

. flow .

Coffee

Yuna

~ all photos by ixchel lara ~

///TELLER///

Surely I'm not alone when I say music has always played an immeasurable & important role in my life. Like a friend that is never not there, who caters unconditionally (cheesyanalogiesdotcom); it has nurtured, comforted, & enlivened me. But only lately has it been presenting itself as a truly inspirational tool that propels me to be constructively creative. I've definitely painted, written, & drawn to music before, but undoubtedly highasfuck on a myriad of bad chemicals, so I can't say that was me, definitively, with clear mind. It's been nice creating things lately without having previously doused my soul with negadrugs I'd hoped would provide me with an ephemeral, superficial "high." As the homie profoundly stated the other night, "Being sober is like being high all the time." That's exactly it. After years & years & years of intoxication & the disillusionment of false-happy illusions, the freshness that sobriety brings is just incredible. It's this clarity you never even knew was possible, even though we were all given it the moment we came to be. &, with that being said, it's almost as if I had to go through that junkie stage in order to reach this new perspective on sobriety, because I'm pretty sure in my early teens when I was still drug-ignorant, life didn't seem this blissful. Juxtaposition really does matter when it comes to realizing & appreciating certain perspectives, in other words: experience. It's exactly like that one Blackalicious track said:
summer days more likely that you notice breeze
winter days more likely that you notice heat
when i'm warm more likely that you notice me
in the dark it's more likely that you notice light
in the light more likely that you notice night
hungry more appreciation for that meal
dead broke more appreciation for that grill
a bad day'll make you really notice one that's good
& that'll make things a little better understood

The homie Zeroh recently released a project simply & perfectly labeled + + + +, & it inspired me to make him a little gratitude gift. If it weren't for listening to this album, I likely wouldn't have remembered the existence of paper fortune tellers that so often punctuated my playtimes as a wee child. This one found its roots in the music, the positive vibrations, & the urge to make creative use of all these Whole Foods paper bags I've accumulated.

(thanks to instant associations planted in my brain, I drew a pitchfork instead of a carbon atom for 666)

& this is another WF paper bag project I've started & am still working on:

I'll post more photos of this one once I'm finished, it's safe to assume I've many layers to go yet.

I plan to do a Whole Series with these bags, so if you have any blandly lying around beneath the kitchen sink or behind the rubbish, feel free to drop 'em off!

10000010

z e r o h


fortune teller - for tune teller - for tune, tell her

///SHONE///

knowledge that glows

closed eye that sees for miles

hits an infinite milestone

stoned out my mind

just in time

a fleeting green suture

for past present future

a philosophical drone

moans

unending questions

questing for answers

standing uncertain

a little glimmer at minimum

scientifically timid, mathematically numb

creating form to find a way

is there a way? are we the way? are they?

quantum doppelgängers

& twins in mirrors

quarrelsome doublegangsters

the sins in me, fierce

a comforting mystery

of poorly recorded history

feeding curiosity

in a curious city

exists her story

frank delusions & dull illusions

ills & lesions

for reasons

unknown

the healing of seasons

from green to red breezes

that soul-full existence

when a light is shone

all light is owned

a light is shone*

Ixchel Lara 2012

///PISCEANPIE///

)-(  pisces  )-(
pi day my day ein day

if i am you & you are me,

happy birthday to every one of us.

3.14.. /// never repeating /// till infinity..

thc_j

peace all*

///DEMENTIA///

What if dementia was merely the result of a existing in multiple dimensions at once, therefore seeming mad to single-dimensioners or those without an understanding of the multiverse? It must be an unfathomable challenge being faced with multi-existence. I wouldn't doubt that those with dementia probably know more about reality than any of us: they know multiple realities, they live them, they feel them; they truly hold multiple perspectives, they live them, they feel them; they are multiplicity, they live it, they feel it. Dementia isn't dementia, it's dimensia. Open your own mind, and all of your beings, and you will see: that you are, that we all are.

///BYEBOOK///

It's official.

I am permanently deleting my Facebook, not just deactivating but deleting it.

My last status reads, ever so dramatically:

ATTN: i am permanently deleting my account. this space satisfies every & any curiosity, leaving no more room for mystery. it delves into pasts & presents that need not be delved into, ensuring privacy's non-existence. not to mention, i've been sooo much more productive since deactivating my account, it's kinda cray. i'll be leaving this open for one week, closing it officially on my birthday, in hopes that all the people i wish to keep in touch with see this status & grab the necessary info. don't message me on here, just email me directly: antisociology@gmail.com - hit up the site: http://taniannette.blogspot.com - check out the food: http://antisolidity.blogspot.com - ♥ me on instagram: antisociology - "i have grown to love secrecy. it seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. the commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it." love&light: tania.

My 'Political Views' reads:

sincerity in simplicity

& 'Favorite Quotations' on my profile were always as follows:

Eros, c'est la vie.

She looked at her own Soul with a Telescope.

What seemed all irregular,

she saw and shewed to be beautiful Constellations;

and she added to the Consciousness hidden worlds within worlds.

The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

The world want us to be happy

& I trust the stars. The stars ain't never lied yet.

Every night they say the same thing.

The stars ain't never gonna leave us.

A mistake. That's what makes the poetry.

Love, Consciousness, Mystery, Happiness, Stars, Poetry - I summed it up pretty accurately I think.

~ AD ASTRA, AD INFINITUM ~

Scale It Back (Jeremy Sole Remix)

DJ Shadow feat. Little Dragon

///PIDAY///

So.
It's the seventh.
I didn't realize till a glance at the date
reminded me that my birthday is in exactly one week.
&. Besides freedom from crutches & nature trips galore,
the only things I want right now have, over the past year,
been conveniently compiled in this list

~ formybirthday ~

consisting largely of literature.

My book wall has ample space to accommodate all of these.

Just sayin'.

Vibes from the Tribe

Phil Ranelin

///+ + + +///

+ + + +

+ + + +

+ + + +

+ + + +

+ + + +

+ + + +

///LAMAT///

LAMAT

THE MAGICAL CHILD

I am Lamat, the way show-er.
I expand the seeds of your consciousness
beyond previous boundaries.
I am ignition, spiraling starburst,
golden star trail of the harmonics
of perceptual star interlace.
I am a springboard propulsion
into glorious spark-filled flight.
My star-trail beckons you leave behind
the parameters of the past,
leaping into unpatterned potential.
I am flowing images of all times present,
forms rearranging,
consciousness bursting bonds of old refrains.
There you will eagerly taste
deliciously liberating star harmonies,
unspeakably beautiful celestial sounds
provided simply by your willingness to go beyond.
Do you hesitate?
To what are you anchored?
In an instant,
everything is unfamiliar, changed.

 Offer up your tethers,

Be bathed in the new frequencies

that sweep across your being like waves of rapturous bliss!

Let previous perceptions dissipate.

You are becoming kaleidoscopic resonant sparks,

releasing inchoate yet already realized patterns

into the starscape!

Soar beyond, blaze shimmering trails into the unknown.

Your known image is breathlessly dispersed

as a freed starseed.

Exploring your vast luminosity, beyond cognition,

expand every known parameter

of who you know yourself to be,

until apparent boundaries

burst into incandescent sparks of divinity,

dancing in rapture on the tapestry of the Infinite.

 

 Slowly your energies pulsate into a new nucleus,

yet unanchored in gravitation's grasp.

Beyond previous boundaries,

a shinning new center emerges

from my shimmering starburst veil,

blazing like luminous mandala in your countenance.

Following ever further

the scintillating allure of my star dance,

hypnotic will you find the beauty

of my golden starbursts.

If you choose to follow this star-trail,

you will discover

that you are the player and the played

in the cosmic composition of harmony!

The Mayan Oracle: Return Path to the Stars

Ariel Spilsbury

Tabula Rasa

Arvo Pärt

~ photos from andy gilmore, scott bricker, jason padgett, tumblr, google ~

///LIGHTWORKER///

light attracts light

be it, & everything around you will shine

Galaxy

Christoph El Truento