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siamcat 06-14-2009 10:17 PM

soup without crackers...
 
I wanted a Vietnamese feast tonight. I settled for broccoli and cheese soup...

I'm starting to see shadows where no light is cast. Moving without puppetry. Whispering inaudibly. Insinuating thoughts towards me. Absorbed not reflected...

I have soup without crackers. I hold motion without mechanism. If energy precedes matter I should have marshmallow castles and bare-breasted frauleins and angels of mercy manifesting all around me... but only these shadows. These machinating, slivering, delusory vermin haunting my peripheral whilst I stumble through this madness of echo and ping...

I want love. And not that craigslist love of shared interests and copulatory compatibility. I want that new, fresh love I felt the first time I touched my lips to another, that tingle and mystery at once terrifying and ambrosic... that love of stepping to the edge of all previous known perceptions and dancing tentatively into something with no idea of what was happening or what might become... The love you cannot find in word or gesture or storybook, only on the tip of the most sensitive organs and on the cusp of rapidly uncontrollable, spiraling emotions... that love we've all lost with youth, when possibility ceased to be plausible and embryonic dreams gave way to misshapen, debilitating 'realities' forged by previous generations who lacked the evolutionary progression and/or courage to turn their art into precedent... I want this all, for me, for us, for a dying planet, for a sickened humanity, there must be something more than this game, this politicking endlessly around the truth, the task, the POINT of life! I want to be a part of something greater than myself that doesn't involve the mobilization of vast metallic hollow tubes pointing death at other vast, metallic hollow tubes peopled inside! If I must kill at least let me choose my prey, like the shamans that led the hunters to sustenance...

Meandering through my conduit 'brain' roams these yearnings and sadnesses and tragedies through which we have always lived and died, the point, where's the point? In any of this? I'm going mad...

I intend this for my journal, my journey, through 'recovery'? Through 'madness'? Through 'myself'? Through through through into something else, something more, something I don't yet understand but ache to. Something that I can someday identify in the pit of my stomach as a spark that can propel unquavering through my own prison of time and through to the end of what decayed matter I'll eventually cease to call 'me'.

I posted here because it seemed most appropriate, more secluded, less offensive to the more indefatigable ideologies featured at any recovery site. My ideals, my delusions are often offensive even to myself, but I want to feel safe here, I want a place to purge my mental vomit with less judgment and less pain and in colorful waves of nonsensical convulsions... Paradigmal epilepsy...

Eroica 06-15-2009 02:33 AM

wow great post.. I especially liked your paragraph on love. Wish I could write like that. And may we ALL find the kind of love you're describing.. without the sucky stuff and pain that comes with it of course!! Is that possible? LOL

Happy journaling!

californiapoppy 06-15-2009 02:39 AM


Originally Posted by siamcat (Post 2262232)
I wanted a Vietnamese feast tonight. I settled for broccoli and cheese soup...

I'm starting to see shadows where no light is cast. Moving without puppetry. Whispering inaudibly. Insinuating thoughts towards me. Absorbed not reflected...

I have soup without crackers. I hold motion without mechanism. If energy precedes matter I should have marshmallow castles and bare-breasted frauleins and angels of mercy manifesting all around me... but only these shadows. These machinating, slivering, delusory vermin haunting my peripheral whilst I stumble through this madness of echo and ping...

I want love. And not that craigslist love of shared interests and copulatory compatibility. I want that new, fresh love I felt the first time I touched my lips to another, that tingle and mystery at once terrifying and ambrosic... that love of stepping to the edge of all previous known perceptions and dancing tentatively into something with no idea of what was happening or what might become... The love you cannot find in word or gesture or storybook, only on the tip of the most sensitive organs and on the cusp of rapidly uncontrollable, spiraling emotions... that love we've all lost with youth, when possibility ceased to be plausible and embryonic dreams gave way to misshapen, debilitating 'realities' forged by previous generations who lacked the evolutionary progression and/or courage to turn their art into precedent... I want this all, for me, for us, for a dying planet, for a sickened humanity, there must be something more than this game, this politicking endlessly around the truth, the task, the POINT of life! I want to be a part of something greater than myself that doesn't involve the mobilization of vast metallic hollow tubes pointing death at other vast, metallic hollow tubes peopled inside! If I must kill at least let me choose my prey, like the shamans that led the hunters to sustenance...

Meandering through my conduit 'brain' roams these yearnings and sadnesses and tragedies through which we have always lived and died, the point, where's the point? In any of this? I'm going mad...

I intend this for my journal, my journey, through 'recovery'? Through 'madness'? Through 'myself'? Through through through into something else, something more, something I don't yet understand but ache to. Something that I can someday identify in the pit of my stomach as a spark that can propel unquavering through my own prison of time and through to the end of what decayed matter I'll eventually cease to call 'me'.

I posted here because it seemed most appropriate, more secluded, less offensive to the more indefatigable ideologies featured at any recovery site. My ideals, my delusions are often offensive even to myself, but I want to feel safe here, I want a place to purge my mental vomit with less judgment and less pain and in colorful waves of nonsensical convulsions... Paradigmal epilepsy...

Your prose is stupendous.

If you've got books out in print please list them , that I can read them.:scoregood

siamcat 06-15-2009 03:07 AM

No books, just creeping madness...

I feel sick to my stomach. i finally got to sleep after 23 hours awake after four hours of sleep after three hours the night before that and simultaneously (seriously, SIMULTANEOUSLY!) my cell phone rings as the fire alarms start howling in my hallway! Imagining I smelt gas I frantically rummage around for what might be valuable (what do I grab my ipod? cell phone? laptop? sanity?) and slunk dreamstruck down flights of stairs. Now, barely an hour of rest and wide awake. I didn't answer the phonecall, but the message pleads for me to come in to work in two hours time. Jesus, I think I do smell gas, screw it, I'm staying, I need sleep so so so so bad, eternal or temporary, I care not...

Phal, I hope I'm safe here, I need to be safe right now, my cravings are stupendous, my psyche is fragile, I think I'm going to be sick...

californiapoppy 06-15-2009 07:22 AM


Originally Posted by siamcat (Post 2262342)
No books, just creeping madness...



Phal, I hope I'm safe here, I need to be safe right now, my cravings are stupendous, my psyche is fragile, I think I'm going to be sick...

Extraordinary!

I hope you're safe here too, what are you afraid of?

I think I'm in love again (that's a joke, don't run off:c033:)

windysan 06-15-2009 10:14 AM

I am fiendin for pho

californiapoppy 06-15-2009 11:01 AM


Originally Posted by windysan (Post 2262800)
I am fiendin for pho

Darn Windy, sometimes I wish you'd speak French. (I don't always understand!)
and I'd like to take this moment to tell you that I'm in love with you too:e124:
and I'm definitely off topic....sorry

windysan 06-15-2009 11:07 AM

I don't speak French but I can speak a little Spanish. Louisiana was a French colony and we have French law. I'm in love with all the French girls !! woo hoo !!

Ananda 06-15-2009 03:10 PM

thankyou siam for sharing that wonderful post from the heart (hug)

otterbearcat 06-15-2009 03:24 PM

Siam,

Do you take anything to help you sleep? Prescription or otherwise?
Not getting enough sleep always contributes to my mental state. (in a bad way)

Zencat 06-15-2009 04:40 PM


Originally Posted by siamcat
I posted here because it seemed most appropriate, more secluded, less offensive to the more indefatigable ideologies featured at any recovery site. My ideals, my delusions are often offensive even to myself, but I want to feel safe here, I want a place to purge my mental vomit with less judgment and less pain and in colorful waves of nonsensical convulsions... Paradigmal epilepsy...

Secular Connections is a safe place for me...as I hope it will be for you. Here I'm finding self-discovery starts with relinquishing previous persona's, divesting in self ideas and formulating a reconstructed self based on nothingness. For when I have emptied myself of self I have become a reflection of the unbounded limitlessness of all. Then all or nothing will loose its meaning. Nothing will mean something as something that lost it meaning.

jade09 06-15-2009 09:49 PM

you are a great writer...thanks for the post...please feel free to unload it all....

"Through 'myself'? Through through through into something else, something more, something I don't yet understand but ache to. "

i really liked this part of the "vomit" - don't know it just made my whole body tingle....? thanks for an interesting read

i don't know your story, but wish you well =)

siamcat 06-16-2009 05:11 PM

I play this game sometimes walking around the skyways. I'll find people who are immersed in their blackberries, not paying attention to their surroundings. I'll walk right towards them, and as they unconsciously shift course I'll imperceptibly veer towards them further until we nearly brush against one another as we pass. Sometimes we actually collide, often times the nearness is enough to jolt them out of their cybernetic daydream. Am I mean? Or is this just metaphorical of my yearning for human contact?

I often want to scream at them, wave my hands in the air, even hit them, "I'm HERE I'm HERE!" Like some gestaltian need for recogniton. I want to grab people and shake them violently until they are shocked into the moment that should bind us all together. I want to parade around the planet soliciting poems and paintings and lovemaking until the whole world weeps for its idiocy. We're wasting time, things are getting worse and we are addicted to separating ourselves from one another.

I slept a lot last night, much needed. I dreamt of someone, a friend, maybe lover, maybe myself... their eyes were black and empty... there was a pool of water, a deep black hole, it was understood by me that this dark puddle was a sucking, a vacuum in which entry would mean forever sinking with no possibility of parole, I watched this shadow, grey and diseased walk into the pool resigned, immediately sinking as I watched, able to see his face looking up at me expressionless as he went... it was raining outside, that's all I remember...

Today it's raining too, and I sit in the vacuum of my apartment, looking around at all these odds and ends, these half-read books and expired coupons and pictures of people who've long forgotten me. Unfinished tasks and soggy dreams and lost loves and embered ambitions. I remember wondering last year at this time if I would be like this still now, and I am, every time I move, trying to flee myself I find myself again, in a new place, more isolated than ever, in darkness looking into the brightened windows of other peoples lives wondering what it must be like to be normal, to want life more than death, to be able to function without eccentricities, chemicals, to settle for less in order to gain more...

Someone asked me about sleep, I don't take anything really, sometimes I'll take this tablet called 'Midnite' that's supposed to be all natural. It works ok, it feels like when you get out of a long hot bath, relaxes your body, and often it's suggestive enough to your mind that it will follow suit.

Someone asked me what I was afraid of... I'm afraid of myself... (and heffalumps and dropbears and people who think Rush Limbaugh has ever or will ever have a point)...

Someone said something about nothingness. You cannot build around nothingness, nothingness is not a nucleus, it's not a foundation, it's not an idea or material, nothingness is the vacuum realization that we are more space than matter, that none of any of this really matters, it's therapudic to empty the garbage in your brain through meditation, and this is what I think was meant, but reconstructing a 'self' based on 'nothingness' is like trying to rebuild your house in the middle of a lake, it's nonsensical and completely defeats the purpose of having a calm body of water in which to cleanse your soul...

I don't know what else to say today, I feel stable, just very sad...

Gypsy Feet 06-16-2009 05:37 PM

You write beautifully. I wonder if you weren't sad what your writing would be like

gneiss 06-16-2009 06:03 PM

Wow. These are great posts, siam. The paragraph about love in the original post was especially wonderful. If that's "mental vomit," I'll take another helping.

jade09 06-16-2009 06:21 PM

"I remember wondering last year at this time if I would be like this still now, and I am, every time I move, trying to flee myself I find myself again, in a new place, more isolated than ever, in darkness looking into the brightened windows of other peoples lives wondering what it must be like to be normal, to want life more than death, to be able to function without eccentricities, chemicals, to settle for less in order to gain more..."

i like this line...it's funny how certain emotions strike..sometimes even when you weren't even aware of them....thanks for your post

HLBlue 06-16-2009 06:57 PM

Itss beautifull writing but, I thinkk your losing yourselff in all of it......

FightingIrish 06-16-2009 08:00 PM

"For it is by self forgetting that one finds."

Freepath 06-16-2009 08:32 PM

Your writing is masterful. Your insight concerning love, hope, human separation and indifference regarding death evoke such compelling contemplations of our lives.

I hope this is not too dark a time for you. I also hope that you find not just safety, but admiration and support for sharing these ideas.

Nice work.


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