something… froggy chants to me, when we swim

 
 
 
 

Light’s deflected
atop the olive trees
everything’s motion
and hues’ shift

Froggy sings:

Shake shake, shake and tumble
these eyes so already gone
to dance the dance
all-embracing
wide
smiling blue sky
giggling like a child
the wind’s fresh, the earth
a tongue of warmth…

Who cares about
anything really?
The time of humans
cannot feed here
cannot breathe here
there are no axis
no equation
no observer
no interpolation
thus
nothing’s defined
no mind
forms no forms
even light’s enthralled
in an untaxable
s u s p e n s i on
unstoppable
yet motionless
as the space itself
is movement
and still
nesssssss
the same
in sync
at the same time
because is lost
and there’s no time
whatsoever
the unmeasurable
unjustifiable
and
unfairly
timeless
flow is only but
what it is
but what I am
but what we are
here
now by now
here
now by now
sheer bliss
without separation
now by now
boundaryless
being
bouncing
belonging
now by now
hosted in
total detach
now by now
shattering pulp
joyfull
endless laugh
of open beauty…

now by now

an unredeemed

now by now

permeable

now by now

bodyless

now by now

and true

now

everlasting

by now

o r g a s m

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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6 Responses to something… froggy chants to me, when we swim

  1. Shimky says:

    Wow, you pounded my senses! Excellent stuff.

    • m)◘(x says:

      He-hey Shimmy rabid 😛 Just just just but just just, can you smell the humidity?, finally watched Honogurai mizu no solo kara (Dark Water)… the doors were opened – I’m alone amidst olives and pine trees – the moon still full and it’s raining; luckily outside. Anyway, kind of a disappointment, with all the good stuff of japanese cinema (attention to details, clear roles, composition, flexible accuracy, pace and mastering of subdue light) lacks the soul of Nakata’s milestone Ringu; pretty solid sound design and practical effects (another jap trade mark, at least regarding horror). Light years behind the GREAT Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s (similar style) Cure, Kairo or Charisma.

      Hope everything is flowing with ya, it’s getting late and still some superesolution exrs to export and edit… again raining, love the sound. Maybe you and I can stop 4 a sec and just listen to it, for a bit… what do you say buddy?

  2. Shimky says:

    I can smell the damp ground, Max; the fresh air cooling your face; the single cricket defying the rain. I love the rain too. When we leaved in Alicante, during the summers my mother would run out onto the terrace and dance every time it rained.

    Kurosawa is great! Have you seen Chan-wook Park’s “Thirst”? Really great too.

    https://wonderfulcinema.com/2013/06/17/thirst-2009/

    • Shimky says:

      I just saw Bedevilled (2010) recently which I really enjoyed:

      http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1646959/?ref_=ttmd_ph_tt1

      • m)◘(x says:

        Bedevilled is without a doubt a masterpiece in the assault to the senses; a fresh, sensual, bloody, inexorably cinematic and merciless trip to the dark side of human souls. Unredeemed beauty of the piece of shit human beings can become, not talking about the grandiose goddess of revenge Kim Bok-nam but about the rest, specially her good “clean” friend. You must see Kaneto Shindô’s Hadaka no Shima (Naked Island) from 1960 – 53 years before!!!!. This is as good as korean films get, however I much prefer the refinement, exploration of narrative tecniques, pace, stories’ layering, character development and heritage of japanese cinema. Thank you Shimky, wanna plant potatoes?

        PS
        I also recommend you Hiroshi Teshigahara’s Suna no Gonna (Woman of the Dunes) – if it ever images had been so much texture; and don’t think japan is all haikus and visual poetry, in the 70’s there were so many interesting guys doing low-to-no budget crazy and really freaky and fresh films and videos. From the mainstream have a go at Miike’s extensive oeuvre, one of my favourites is the trans(a)gressive Bijitâ Q, Visitor Q =)

    • m)◘(x says:

       


       
      I can smell the damp ground, Max; the fresh air cooling your face; the single cricket defying the rain. I love the rain too. When we leaved in Alicante, during the summers my mother would run out onto the terrace and dance every time it rained.
       

       

      gashô        

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