The spirit of Henry Miller is with me...
Sometimes he drives into me, is a part of me, I feel like Henry Miller, I feel his feeling back then, when he was still alive - a brother in spirit, a brother in spirit on the outside - in art. We live differently from the masses and feel differently, on the one hand we are admired by the masses and on the other, denied or even hated because we can and dare something they can't do. Yesterday evening, a moderate continuous rain set in and our circus visit fell straight into the water - which initially upset the children (and me), but on this Sunday we want to catch up with the visit. Only the continuous rain has not stopped yet, the monsoon season is not over yet. From my old "flight writer" blog - "ONLY FLYING IS MORE BEAUTIFUL! ", mental fly, a romantic poem fell into my lap, that I wrote once a long time ago. It's titled: "Comet Soars in the Night Sky" and it goes like this:
I want to dock at the
Brothers and sisters in spirit,
at the long-flying comets,
the receding fixed stars,
the cold moon,
like the scorching sun;
traveling with the homeless souls,
who have to come back,
until they realize :
There is nothing truer & more beautiful
as the greatness of life.
Greetings from the infinite cyberspace,
as long as my heart is still beating
for and on TERRA TITANIC...
It is supposed to open the mind to the cosmic, or should I say the cosmic infinite, something unimaginably large, something divine, that according to Christian commandment we are not supposed to make any sense of - but we are allowed to feel it! So today is Sunday, Aramis is sitting in his Lego corner and playing with the Lego stones, which he permanently builds new planes, spaceships and satellites - all of his own drive, without our instructions. Where does he get this interest, this talent? Lio and Yasanna are still sleeping under their canopy and the continuous tropical rain seems to promote this continuous sleeping. Waking up from such a deep sleep is like rebirth, it takes a while to reorient yourself in time and space, to remember your own identity, who you "really" are - this word should be avoided as a rule and replaced by the simple "actually"! Who you really are or could be! There is so much potential dormant in us, our lives could play out in so many other variations, there are many unlived possibilities within us. If we only turn left or straight at a crossroads in life instead of turning right, left or straight, our lives could take a completely different course - we will never know which option would have been or will be better for us, life is always about experimenting and the artist, especially the artist of life (and that should every performing and visual artist be), the biggest risk is taken in this life experiment, because he is at least playing safety and risking it completely. In this high rope act, the audience is standing far below him and some are secretly waiting for a wrong step, his fall, he works without a net. This different being separates us, prevents true communication among equal people, since we are not the same. The artist is, however, ready to take up the communication with the audience, to make himself understandable to them, as far as possible, there are differences between them. Where my previously quoted Comet Schweif poem is, I also found this old text of mine, which is supposed to find a fitting entry here:
"The world is waking up!
If you say that only five times a day, you automatically become anarchist. How would you wake up the world - if you were a musician? With a sonata for rusty can openers? Have you ever thought about it? Or do you rather keep sleeping? “
Based on the spirit of these words, these could be mine, but they come from Henry Miller's "The Air-Conditioned Nightmare", a work that inspires me again and again, which I like to honor through quotes here - it inspires you, unknown reader, perhaps too?! So continue with the text:
"A conscious humanity!
Have you ever tried to imagine what that would mean? Have you ever stopped even one minute in your life and considered what it would mean to mankind if they were completely aware of it, not to take advantage of it or to pity? Nothing can stop the advancement of a conscious humanity. Nothing will stop him.
How does one become aware of oneself? But remember first, it is very dangerous to be self-aware. Doesn't necessarily mean you have two cars and your own house with a piano in it. It means you suffer even more - that's the first thing you need to be clear about. But you shall not be dead, you shall not be indifferent, you won't be callous, scared and terrified, you won'T be nervous, you won' t throw rotten eggs 'cause you don't understand. You'll want to understand everything, even the unpleasant things. You will want to accept more and more - even the seemingly hostile, evil, threatening. Yes, you will become more and more like God. You won't have to answer the ad in a newspaper to figure out how to talk to God - no, not the God of your imagination, the strange and unexplained "coincidences"! Frankly Frank. God will be with you all the time. And if I know what I'm talking about, you'll listen more and talk less. “
Back to Ceylon or Sri Lanka, where Henry Miller unfortunately never got to in his variation of life - he would have liked it here, would have been embedded in his texts and I, as a quasi spiritual descendant, allow myself to do it in his place. Henry would have been delighted and delighted about a woman like Yasanna, would have also given birth to children with her and lived his "Big Sur" with her - which unfortunately happened to him without the mother of his children. But I live the other version, the version of the later days, which are full of joy and do not let yourself be dragged into the abyss of death imagination. HE comes when HE comes and I wish everyone an easy death - a friend once misunderstood this when I had formulated this wish accordingly. He thought at that moment I would wish him death - not at all, dear Dirk, I had wished you an easy death and that is the crown of life! Nothing is worse than a serious death with a long sight - it should be short and painless, preferably in sleep! Charly Chaplin aka Markus Wolf has entered eternity like this. Only this "gentle calm" on German tombstones is disgusting to me, just as I dislike German cemeteries in their way with cemetery orders and "lying times"! I guess that's why my project of the Buddha Garden-Cemetary is taking shape - Lakshman has now prepared a relevant paper to submit to the government office - I had already reported about it. Everything goes its course, only in the tropics everything takes longer - for western temperatures -, but it also goes its course here and we learn to be humbly patient again. Now that the rest of the family has woken up, let's see what this new day will bring? Perhaps a circus visit to the poorest circus in the world, to whom we will present an accordion from the undergone GDR, where we will make it blade again...
There's hope as long as we live and tomorrow's 20. January 2025, a Mister Donald Trump will be newly inducted into the office of the most powerful man on Terra Titanic to lead the fate of the world for four years - let's give him a chance and slap him if he plays it! So true GOD help us!
