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John Cadigan: Musings: April 2010
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April 11, 2010. The Fool Enters the Blessing of Water. Let the figures dance freely. The Fool asks a question. Not for the faint of heart. I will leave it up to you. Why do the fish fly freely. Why do birds float freely. Why do spiders create. It is just as it should be. Then the magical transformation. Never will I Understand. My mind stretches, but. Let the Unknown free me. Move in wonder and awe. Let the Mystery free me. Move in and out of the labyrinth. Let the Ineffable free me. Where are the signs?
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John Cadigan: Musings: December 2009
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December 31, 2009. Berlin 1991 - New Year's Eve. He made the call from the apartment of the unknown man. She said she had only stepped into her apartment for an hour. But to his delight he managed to reach her. Memories of her play, the green mask, the play acting filled his heart. He often would dream of her - oh precious Nathalie. He fantasized of her face. Are you missing something or someone? He did not know. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am an artist whose work has been exhibited in galleries and mu...
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John Cadigan: Musings: June 2010
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June 23, 2010. Fire Wheel of Fortune. Standing at the edge he sees the sun. Often in the dead of night the sky opens up. And out flows the grand essence of peace. Will the stars fall in the correct order or will. The chaos prevail and the sylphs come home? All the sun can do is shine and follow the path. Where the chariot awaits and careens across. The night flowing and fixing to create rapture. And joy - the bright light dazzles the eyes and sends. Him into the stratosphere dancing with the clouds.
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John Cadigan: Musings: August 2009
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August 27, 2009. Buttermilk sweet smell . In the range of night . Eat giant birds for dinner . All is well in the cave of uncertainty. Please drink of the end of the world . All the kings horses and all the kings men. Raise up your hands and stretch your mind. In the end all inspiration lifts . Call to the beast of burden . Clamor at the sight of dancing . Up in the sky dark clouds are heavy. In the dark shamrock succubus . Angels listen while the first rambling . Of the greater flight . Wish to see lava.
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John Cadigan: Musings: March 2010
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March 21, 2010. Burn brightly wondrous Phoenix. I see you in my dreams, delicate and light yet full of power and strength. I am entranced with the colors of your wings, all green and yellow. Fly through the air in great life. Don't turn around. I am sweating - sticky and hot. Why do you plague me? Oh great Phoenix you fill me with such hope and grace. I see you in my dreams and am comforted. On the roof I watch as you dance in red, blue and yellow. Dizzy I walk away. More rain. Who are you referring to?
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John Cadigan: Musings: November 2009
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November 28, 2009. Guandu Temple: Homage to Tiger. Fish will swim upstream. Birds float gently in the rain. I came out of the tunnel to a scene of the river. Haze lies on the mountains. Turning around I see the 26-armed Buddha. What are you holding - I cannot remember. The color is red. I sat under the canopy. I cannot move - if I move they will see me and attack. There is the noise of water - they are going to pour water all over my back. I cannot move. Don't Look! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am an ar...
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John Cadigan: Musings: January 2010
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January 29, 2010. Hierophant (n) a person who brings religious congregants into the presence of that which is deemed. She caught my eye for the last time. In the mist of calling me she broke. I remember the day I first stole a look. We walked and walked covering much potential. Why did I FEEL LIKE RUNNING AWAY? The second time I saw her figure floating. In pure seasonable heaven. We talked and toppled over one another. I saw the limit would not end the life. Gather your shoes and clean the tops. And I sh...
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John Cadigan: Musings: What Hard Won Gift to Offer?
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July 23, 2010. What Hard Won Gift to Offer? I see a glass ball: in the ball I see all the suffering I have experienced. What occurs to me first is a drawing I made when I was a young teenager. It depicted a ball, and inside the ball was a scene of horrific depression. The images were jagged, the faces tortured. Where did this come from? Divorce, neglect, depression, cruelty? What gift these glass ball experiences have given me. And I have already well named it - the awe and wonder of mystery. I guess thr...
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John Cadigan: Musings: May 2010
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May 15, 2010. Alive in my Consciousness. Rain - the wind blew as I made my way up to the deans office. What will become of me? How will this play out? Walking through the rain I wondered what my mother and father would think when I told them. It is actually quite funny to be caught with such a small amount of alcohol - there was no way to get drunk. And why had we chosen the middle of the hallway to open it? It was a work day that Ron came up to me and said, "How goes it alkie? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
