if i repeat the subject it won't pass the anti-spam things again but heck i'm not a purist so this time let's call it a clean version of if i don't r

Lectori,


"Two days later, Mergil found the birds he had frightened with his cry for
enlightenment. He attempted to feed the birds, but his hands were still
severely burned from his encounter with Avis. Despite the pain, he
continued. But the birds remembered Mergil, and repeatedly backed away.
"Stand still you friggin' birds!" Yelled Mergil. In response the birds took
to flight, and left Mergil with a white head-covering. Mergil touched his
finger to his head, and felt the moisture. He touched his head again, and
watched a droplet of white goo drip down his arm, and with this he was
enlightened."
[east requested @ Sun Jun 4 21:07:53 GMT+0200 2006 by xx.30.129.146]
"Something similar happened to me yesterday while watching Dirty Pretty
Things, a Stephen Frears movie"

[21022006 requested @ Sun Jun 4 21:00:08 GMT+0200 2006 by xx.142.249.28]

"The latin stuff is actually a very nice poem by Giordano Bruno, someone
told me Coleridge keeps it in his literary remains
<http://www.fullbooks.com/Literary-Remains-1-5.html>
http://www.fullbooks.com/Literary-Remains-1-5.html)

[nolo requested @ Mon Jun 5 00:49:53 GMT+0200 2006 by xx.18.204.95

Daedalias vacuis plumas nectere humeris
Concupiant alii, aut vi suspendi nubium;
Alis ventorumve appetant remigium,
Aut orbitae flammantis raptari alveo,
Bellerophontisve alitem;
Avi Pyndum subdere Olympo atque Ossae studeant,
Vel (melius) peregrino advectos spiritu
Fieri irrisoris instrumentum daemonis,
Ut perdito de corpore mirabilis
Dent specimen suppositi.
Nos vero illo donati sumus Genio,
(Ut fatum intrepidi, obiectasque umbras cernimus),
Ne coeci ad lumen solis, ad perspicuas
Naturae voces surdi, ad Divum munera
Ingrato adsimus pectore.
Non curamus stultorum quid opinio
De nobis ferat, aut queis dignetur sedibus:
Alis ascendimus sursum melioribus,
Quid nubes ultra, ventorum ultra est semitas,
Vidimus quantum satis est.
Illuc conscendent plurimi, nobis ducibus,
Per scalam proprio erectam et firmam in pectore,
Quam Deus, et vegeti sors dabit ingenii,
Non mens, pluma, ignis, ventus, nubes, spiritus,
Divinantum phantasmata.
Non sensus vegetans, non me ratio arguet,
Non indoles exculti clara ingenii;
Sed perfidi sycophantae supercilium
Absque lance, statera, trutina, oculo,
Miraclum armati segete.
Versificantis grammatistae encomium,
Buglossae graecissantum et epistolia
Lectorem libri solutantum a limine,
Latrantum adversum Zoilos, Momos, Mastiges,
Hinc absint testimonia.
Procedat nudus, quem non ornant nebulae,
Sol; non conveniunt quadrupedum phalerae
Humano dorso. Porro veri species
Quaesita, inventa, et patefacta me efferat;
Et si nullus intellegat,
Si cum natura sapio et sub numine,
Id vere plusquam satis est



I'm out of faith, so i call this an act, activity, handeling, business,
the usual, the lighting of candles, the burning of incense, the words
whispered to my beloved when she is not there, a dance in the dark, a
movement without unity gaining unity through the energy of denial, a fall
upward, a jump downward, a fertility ride home, a slamming of doors, a small
step for mankind, a toreador's lash at an imagined chora, a blink of an eye
before it gets lacerated, a veterinarians reach for a bowel obstruction, a
sacred scapegoat, a parrot crying mummy you made me, the curse of the
monkey, the return of the curse of the monkey, the monkey's wrath, another
view of anthony perkins scraping a piece of my encephalic matter while the
vintage port is still burning it, the noise of a bird trapped in a room full
of people discussing art but not that noise, it's another noise, it's just
the noise, not the bird, not the people, not being trapped, just the noise
because what you are thinking of right now is not the noise of a bird
trapped in a room full of people discussing art because you believe you can
hear the noise of a bird trapped in a room full of people discussing art
because i make you read about the noise of a bird trapped in a room full of
people discussing art and you relate that to me but i'm out of faith, i was
only thinking of the noise while i was typing this you see i nearly got it
now but s*** there's o f*** it it's no use, giacometti knew, bruno knew no
matter how fast you burn you're still a shadow chasing your own shadow when
it gets real you don't feel a thing death is always the same if you're
afraid you have never been out of faith you're still hearing wings clapping
you still see hands waving girls talking earthquakes devastating the cities
you lost your virginity in or the deluge of your mother's breast or your
malehood falling off you can't be afraid of death if you're out of faith or
you wouldn't act, you wouldn't indulge in all this activity, this handeling,
this business, the usual heat going through your near lame limbs, the
shivering in your aching spine, the business of complaining how your back
aches, how miserable your family is, how lonely you are, how much you want
to cry when you hear her coming again, how easy it is for you to imagine
your hands are young again, how easy you can come up with something like a
very particular noise and still pretend it's something entirely different
while in fact you only want to hear that noise but it's never coming
probably because it was there, here all the time and if nobody understands
well it's enough that it is true to be true, you don't need it, nobody
needs you to be telling anybody they need it except that if you stop
pretending you are making the actual noise you're not making the required
noise any more and nobody can do that, you see, nobody in the frigging world
can ever stop doing that because it takes faith to be doing that and nobody
has any cause if you had you wouldn't be doing this, nobody would, so
everybody always makes the exact amount of required noise at the exact
moment it is required that is why you are reading this crap anyway you see
once you're in it you can only imagine getting out of it but having an
inside does not necessarily include having an outside, so sure i'm pulling
your leg who the f* do you think i am anyway? damn you, here i'll give you
something to look out to anyway, i'll give you an ending see here you go enj