Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
sign of the sixth beat
Francis Parrilli (whose texts I often post) has released Hands Like Hurrah, a new book in which he's created a dark and beautifully melodic text-scape. His own description of the work...
“I am a child of sun, symphonious!” Do they hear the cry of your Mother Nature scream, the long sob in the outer space? A phantom plenipotentiary, a trinity lost in the landscape cascaded with the absurdity of language/religion/science – the massacre and percussion, the martyr and animals standing upright talking, séance, dancing with raised hands like hurrah, mad dancing to the sign of the sixth beat. Spooky news trajectory. Miracle play on words, the fool, pleading with, multiple personalities: a story.
If you're interested in a copy ($6), email Francis at francis.parrilli@gmail.com
If you're interested in a copy ($6), email Francis at francis.parrilli@gmail.com
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vague pure affection

Fig. 8 is a revolving cloud of pure affection, and except for its vagueness it represents a very good feeling. The person from whom it emanates is happy and at peace with the world, thinking dreamily of some friend whose very presence is a pleasure. There is nothing keen or strong about the feeling, yet it is one of gentle well-being, and of an unselfish delight in the proximity of those who are beloved. The feeling which gives birth to such a cloud is pure of its kind, but there is in it no force capable of producing definite results. An appearance by no means unlike this frequently surrounds a gently purring cat, and radiates slowly outward from the animal in a series of gradually enlarging concentric shells of rosy cloud, fading into invisibility at a distance of a few feet from their drowsily contented creator.
THOUGHT-FORMS BY ANNIE BESANT AND C.W. LEADBEATER
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