in a sad part of town
common or garden yesterday
refrain of time
smoky afternoon
reading and writing
in his library
nevetsyeblik
itinerant musician
second rate saint
one minute prophet
quack
and unhandy man
reading up on this n that
more that than this actually
nevetsyeblik has a muse
a tiny angel he scries
incased in clearest crystal
oh lovely muse
she who sometimes appears as if in winter
and a great snowy forest around her
othertimes she appears as summer
a flowery crown in her golden hair
her skin the whiteness of death itself
why why why
why hast thou summoned me hither?
the face of the angel was still
her mouth never moved from its solemn smile
but the words rang in nevetsyebliks head
like tiny chrystalline bells
he whispered almost inaudibly
dearest one i seek your aid
the angels face filled the sphere
ah sweet mortal....then ask...
ah my lady
i am persecuted by the jesuits n the church
who call me heretical
yet i am not a heretic ....
more like a lunatic
the soft voice of the angel appeared in his head
she smiled a littlemore
as he watched her recede back into the forest
it seemed as if she constantly changed
at first an abundant naked maiden
in the golden glow of her youth
then a withered crone
seconds from the end of a long life
next a brilliant child
framed amonsgt the trees
nevetsyeblik continued
the critics and henchmen of the age of reason
also seek to undo me
burning my books
permitting me no entry into their theatres
the old say i am too young
naturally the young consider me ancient
the rich say too poor
the poor too rich
i have tried to be even handed in all things
but my patrons desert me
my performances are cancelled....
verily a tale of woe
came her voice
and what wouldst thou have of me..?
take me out out out of this age i implore you
every age is a dance of fools poor nevetsyeblik
here is my advice
there be 2 types
those who understand
those who will never understand
accept this and continue on
how will i know the one from the other? he asked
it will be immediately obvious said the angel
will they ever understand? he asked
one day they will all understand said she
and i have more sage advice for thee, mortal man
yes my muse source of all wonder
summon the composer polinski at once
by my art i have filled him with wondrous music
and when thou, sweet man, heareth it
i shall fill thy mouth with spontaneous words
and songs
and thou shall talk with thyself
and answer too
my stream of words shall never fail thee
nay not in this life
or in any other
will there be other lives, angelface?
many many many
the angel faded in her crystal
always the same life
over and over
until you...
she had almost faded into silence within his mind
until what..?
asked the man
and faintly
in the corner of his mind he heard her reply
until you learn
the crystal ball was empty
oh angel what is thing to be called
he gently dared to whisper back
the golden naked woman flashed back into view for an instant
and she spat out a single word
mimesis
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Followers
44 comments:
Just to stop idiots from writing "first post! Wow!"
me enjoyed me hidden truths on your blogge today me esskay...
Ne iko
was it plato that said 'poets have no place in an ideal state', i think its from the republic, anyway the world is certainly far from ideal so... welcome muse :)
After seeing it mentioned for so long in your blogge, i have to say, i cannot wait to hear Mimesis
and i have more sage advice for thee, mortal man
yes my muse source of all wonder
summon the composer polinski at once
by my art i have filled him with wondrous music
and when thou, sweet man, heareth it
i shall fill thy mouth with spontaneous words
and songs
and thou shall talk with thyself
and answer too
my stream of words shall never fail thee
That muse of yours is certainly one smart cookie!
And you're a pretty smart cookie for listening. :-)
What's happened to Mimesis sk? I've got a feeling you haven't even recorded it yet, it's all in nevets imagination. That's it, I'm going to summons SP myself if he's there at the launch tomorrow, and get to the bottom of this!!!
Love always,
Amanda
levelled where time goes
it is all a dream
(don't forget to brush)
^_^
tease.
again.
when?
on tenterhooks,
again,
andy L.
Not to put a downer on proceedings etc...but what with Grant and Thorpey exiting this mortal coil in manner that they have....Grant late 40's, Thorpey just 60...the old ticker giving out....could I ask you to consider going in and having a stress test? It's not difficult, they hook you up to some machines and get you on the treadmill and measure how the heart copes with it.
I know it's not very rock'n'roll... but with all those daughters and so many plans for the future...it'd be a shame if ya weren't around.
This is meant with the sincerest of good intentions, my good man, and I know you'll take it as such.
B.Bon
sk,
good on ya for the images of london take. brilliant. love the original as well. sumptuous post today. mimesis. yes. i will not wait unless i have to.
richard mchealthy
ooohhh....as I read I thought, hmmm......this muse sounds like she's doubling Mimesis, a ghosting, a twin, the yang, or the ying....another layer of the same...........and then, your last word. Well, that put a mona lisa smile on my face!
hmmmm; enticing.
Amanda, Mimesis is real.
xxsmnx
http://www.m-w.com/dictionary/mimesis
Now I know how to pronounce it.
John
Makes me say in lil kid amazement
Awwwesome
I am ready to fly the Mimesis sky
jr......
the three fold nature of man. confusing this sort of thing, the good book framed the worlds, to be learned in this life or the one to come. amazing
When will golden naked woman
spit out another word
Isidore
oooh... my favorite yet ;]
catching up after a week offline for some cst stuff on the west coast...
i really enjoyed all the stuff about vacation, time and memory. T & M are my two obsessions, i think. I don't know if that was sparked early on by the work of the choich, or if it was there all along and reinforced. i think the latter. that's why i identified so strongly with it.
i'm sorry to hear about the theatre space, druid, but suspect that there's more and greater to come, just over the horizon.
very excited about mimesis!!!
glad to see all is well in nevets yeblik land, and glad to be back online for my daily fix of the being.
ryan
Is that snow dome you're shaking?
A(mused)
today, enclosed in the noble silence of snow falling on Great elder pine trees, I walked underneath these mighty gentle spitits to the small creek in the back and noticed what the trees have known all along-
time flows like water
returning to the source
Mimesis
whispers do start fires
in human hearts
a symphony for kindling
poems for fuel
prose for the bonfire
these things they must
burn behind your eyes
Poesis
Aristotle let us in on a few secrets
nature and humans have this beautiful thing together-art mirrors life-
he said it's unavoidable, folks,
n that the desire to imitate is embedded in the souls of the animate
a gift
from God
Genesis
Plato looked upon the walls of yonder cave
n the lost souls facing the wall
to the fire he said
men
can't any of you see
you are all cast in the mold of the maker
inferior copies to the superior origin
(Mime)sis
I must thank you nevetsyeblik
for all the verbal feasting
I confess to gluttony
tho i am nv
and if you'd like
I'll bring dessert
~nv
I love her winter and summer - your being here and now showers so many blessings on so many lives.
Yum.
x
It's been near impossible to post today SK.
Keeps failing...will this fail too?
oops. . .
nv forgot her spellcheck today
those lovely pines have spirits
do forgive
much love to all fiendss,
~nv
simply...sublime.
after reading your post, I thought, Voltaire, perhaps?
i hope your muse never retires!! what a great loss that would be.
I liked it. We understand :-)
the lines between art and life do not exist
there is only one art to master...
the art of living
Mimesis, mimesis...repeating the words in a chanting and trance. Muse, do not desert NevetsYeblik.
mmm...mimesis... murmured the muse...ooh sublime and sweet.
Beautiful glimpses of the feminine spirit.
Uncle!
I looked it up. Now..
There are two types - those that feel the rain and those that just get wet!!
Much Love
can u put some mimesis up on yourspace?
"the republic has no use of genius" i believe it goes.
yes, dessert please!
let the poets rule!!!
I am just uploading Violettown.net
to the internet. No longeta dot com now a dot net. look for it in a couple days. Fingers crossed.
Let the poets rule!!
then there was Bach. now here's a new slogan w.w.j.s.b.d. (what would johann sebastian bach do?)
poor freddy. all he wanted to do was sport fancy french providential and all the th9's and get down on it with his flute - until heads had to roll.
funny how things change you in life. it's so easy to think, "i, mem, can rise to the occasion, overcome any circumstance, after all i am a survivor, i am enlightened, i am the master of my own destiny".
but that line between desparation and providence, how many times do i ask which side am i really on?
salem witch trials begin here in new england 315 years ago... today. i thought i felt something heating up.
"man is neither brute nor angel" Arthur Schlesinger 1917 - 2007
Mimesis is a beautiful word but didn't know what it meant until I looked it up on wikipedia. Now more curious than ever to hear some mimesis. Any samples available for us curious types? Pretty please with sugar and spice on top? :-)
my-mee-sis
sweet lullaby
god is like santa claus for adults, now where can i have a wee?
wee in yer tea, luv
i know mummy and dad lied bout santa
n were ignorant as to the truth of the divine
but god exits
surely as you do
g'day Kil-O
Love your version of Images Of London, and (of course) the original. What a great record. But, the song sounds naggingly familiar ... have you played it in another context?
I'd love to read about your producing exploits sometime ...
X
g
i'm not that strong...
mot
the
nod
the mimesis i've listened to is breathtakingly sublime
thank you thank you thank you
darling muse
http://www.myspace.com/mimesistheband
Jiminy crickets mang, how do you keep it all straight?
^_^
Post a Comment