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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476906" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Demonically Enlightened See Further Into Hell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The demonically enlightened see further into hell <br>than the light the angel eyes see by. Who knows<br>a woman better than when you've lost her? <br>So I know the bliss of heaven as I know <br>the depth of the regrets of Pandemonium. <br>Both ends of the telescope. The vapour of the rose <br>and the smoke of oil fires throwing snakes <br>and black feathers on the pyres of the wildflowers <br>that shed their petals like scales. A white star <br>in the arms of a black hole it's dancing around binarily. <br>The via positiva coiled around the via negativa <br>like the copulative way of day and night, <br>helical theta waves killing and healing, <br>changing their spin contemporaneously <br>in synchronicity with the charged starfields <br>in every creative moment we live here to shine <br>a light out of the darkness of awareness <br>we haven't seen before. And I say, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">prophetically hooded in snake skin, <br>this interim in the late fall, this fateful pause<br>in the roseate third eye of a galactic hurricane <br>bearing down upon us like diamond-edge blades <br>in a threshing field full of scarecrows <br>that incorporated the crop into the strawdogs <br>of their bodies, is the Age of Disappointment, <br>the bursting of the myriad balloons of the multiverse <br>blooded like roses hemorrhaging on their own thorns. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We grow older faster than we used to<br>trying to keep up with the pace of our longevity <br>fleeing from the light of the way things are, <br>one jump ahead of our youth, as if the ship<br>were abandoning the plague rat of time <br>by scuttling itself on the reefs of a foreign eternity <br>wearing the deathmask of the moon <br>that gapes down upon us all in shock<br>at what we've done to ourselves in the green room <br>like an atlas of shattered mirrors slashing out at us <br>in a frenzy of reflections that make things clear as blood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Disappointment is the prelude to desecration. <br>And though we all hype our optimistic overviews<br>of the text to come, we haven't seen anything yet <br>like the wind that will knock us out of our words <br>like the empty nests of the birds that had heard enough <br>to stop singing before us. The terrible stillness <br>of the first sign of a red alert in heaven<br>and the great silence that overwhelms <br>the air raid sirens of hell. And all<br>the opinionated lighthouses and foghorns <br>that made a career out of not taking their warnings <br>seriously enough, snuffed out and blinded <br>like the mouths and eye-sockets of prophetic skulls<br>in the decaying orbits of an avalanche of asteroids <br>taking their lead from the insurgent cells of shepherd moons.<br>A ravening species of life that eats itself <br>out of house and home like a cannibalistic planet <br>that lives off its own, gone antibiotically insane. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But even a total eclipse doesn't cover the sun wholly <br>and the corona gleams through the valleys <br>of the lunar mountains like Bailey's Beads.<br>And there's even a dim halo around the rim of a black hole. <br>And among the condemned you can sometimes see <br>a begrudging kind of merit that shines out <br>of the slag and slurry of the excruciating transformations <br>of the ore that's being refined by suffering and experience, <br>a black jewel that radiates dark energy <br>even in the false dawn of an unworthy afterlife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just below the scar tissue of the earth's crust, <br>seven kilometers down in a diamond mine<br>blind on the coal road to the light, <br>thermophilic bacteria have regenerated life on the planet<br>after near annihilation three times. <br>So if any of us survive ourselves in this empire <br>of mineralized cells and exotic metals<br>out of our exuberant neurons what photons <br>of our bioluminescence might jump orbitals <br>and spread like foxfire across the scorched earth again, <br>casting the ashes of stars in the urns of the rose-hips<br>on the roots trying to cling in the cold <br>to some notion of spring that keeps their bloodstream <br>blooming in their underground hearts <br>like one of the more graceful arts of survival?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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than the light the angel eyes see by. Who knows
a woman better than when you've lost her? 
So I know the bliss of heaven as I know 
the depth of the regrets of Pandemonium. 
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