Monday, 19 May 2014

A Year Of Cosmic Love & Fulfillment- Celebrating The Maiden Year Of Psychedelic Sutra: Jim Morrison & Monalisa

"Le coeur a ses raisons, que la raison  ne connait point........"

"The heart has its reasons, which reason does not know......."

                                                                       -Blaise Pascal

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
  Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unweari├Ęd,   
  For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!                                                                             
  For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
    For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
  That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
    A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.  
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?

                                                                     - John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn

"For years i had awaited this dewy mist trickling from my eyes........"

                                                                     - Monalisa

It has been a year now since the inception of this blog......with its viewers all over the globe i feel elated at being able to communicate the truth unveiled by the relentless faith, devotion and most importantly love as Jim puts it, to bring forth among the world the REAL JIM MORRISON yet unknown to people....i hope my words echo in your hearts......\

To have just come wondering
if the world is real
it's sick to see the shape she's made of
What wandering lunacy have we soft created?
 Certain no one meant itsure someone started
 Where is he?Where is he or it when we need her?
 Where are you?In a flower?
To have just been born for beauty & see sadness
 What is this frail sickness? 
Plato hath expelled the poets since they instilled irrational emotions and fervour in people, reviving itself through Aristotle's In Defence Of Poesy - the irrationality of the Hyper Real comes alive through the words of what i call poetic Possibilities, since every word uttered in spacetime lattice bears an involuted potentia of physical manifestation or else the choice of remaining as a wave form in accordance to the quantum theory. Hence, poesy finds its complete orchestration, its self enactment in this world play as moving to and fro across the bubbles of higher existence.            -Monalisa 

 The following verses are tsaken from John Keats Ode To A Nightingale and Jim Morrison's Wilderness.....

 It was the greatest night of my life
Although i still had not found a wife
I had my friends right there beside me
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleedin
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
We scaled the wall
We tripped thru the graveyard
Ancient shapes were all around us
No music but the wet grass
felt fresh beside the fog.
- Jim Morrison
"The weariness, the fever, and the fret       
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,         
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;               
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 
And leaden-eyed despairs,         
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,            
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow
Away! away! for I will fly to thee........"
Tis not through envy of thy happy lot 
But being too happy in thine happiness,—             
 That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees                      
In some melodious plot      
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,              
Singest of summer in full-throated ease."
- John Keats

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