Freud Said.
Mortido and Libido, Freud said, ruled our lives. These ad-hoc structures are but points on a scale, limits within which one finds all aspects of self. Habits of perception and being dictate patterns that assume control. Parts of a whole, a system of control. A little commitee.
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Little Red Fishes in A Crowd
I saw some red fishes
Swimming in the crowd
At the Pompidou centre
They cried out loud
Come and swim with us
You’ll enjoy yourself
Come swim til dawn
Come swim all night
At the Pompidou centre
In the sea of the crowd
Cried the little red fishes
Swimming out loud
The Little Red Fishes .. a special thank you to good old (dead) Matisse
Listen to this postWho Am I?
Just so you know,
who I am.
I have come,
To take you away.
From the things,
That keep you afraid.
And the lies,
Of which you were made.
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White Snow Clings
White snow clings to the roofs of the cars.
Fresh daisies on my windowsill.
Every moment is perfect.
My zen teacher told me.
Even his death.
Dying trying to save.
His baby daughter Maya.
Drowning in a lake in Switzerland.
Which held so many perfect moments.
And was so deep as never known.
(in honour of Kobun Chino Roshi And His Daughter Maya)
Listen to this postHaiku: Frog Pond
Frog pond afternoon.
All’s quiet until the dusk breaks.
Croak, croak, croak, croak, croak.
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