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The Hierophant

06 Monday May 2013

Posted by moderndayruth in Poetry, Tarot

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Crowley-Harris Thoth Tarot, Fifth Arcanum, fifth trump or Major Arcana, Hierophant, Religion and Spirituality, The Pope, WordPress

this path is for strong

this path is for those who remember

 I come from a lineage

I was tried and tested

my faith

doubted by many

has endured

 

the core of my being

 is innocent

childlike

 it would be eaten alive

by the beasts of darkness

wasn’t it guarded

by canonical teachings

and stiff appearance

 

you must steal the key from me

I won’t give it away gladly

invisible forces stand by me

even when I am on the wrong

to the inexperienced and foolish

the woman brings the sword

she’ll fight those reaching for the key

that opens the essence of the child

 

the truth must not be exposed

not easily

it’s not yet the time

 I know the secret

but you –

you are not ready to receive it

yet

I bless you

as I keep the secret from you

and I smile

as I am telling you

be wise as serpents

and harmless as doves

The Hierophant, Thoth Tarot, painted by Lady Frieda Harris according to Aleister Crowley's instructions

The Hierophant, Thoth Tarot, painted by Lady Frieda Harris according to Aleister Crowley’s instruction 

 

 

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for Kenley

21 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by moderndayruth in Poetry

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French Laundry, Kenley, Los Angeles, Noblesville Indiana, Oceania, Oxymoron, Recreation, Toyota Camry

Wednesday

Wednesday (Photo credit: teachernz)

I need a break from words

A wordless …

Wednesday

A day away

From syllables and

Diphtongs  gliding up my throat

I need a break from soft Russian consonants

And hissing Montenegrin sh

I am tired of spelling and checking

Jaded of synonyms and antonyms,

Irked by euphemisms

Drained by equivalents

Bugged by oxymorons

Tired of all the talking

Chatting , bubbling,

Fed up with uttering

I need a pause

On verbal cluttering

L.R.S.

due thanks to Kenley & Wordless Wednesday for inspiring this one 😉

 

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From Dusk till Dawn

08 Tuesday Jan 2013

Posted by moderndayruth in Photography, Poetry

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art, Kobayashi Issa, Matsuo Bashō, Temple

 

 

 

 

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Twilight whippoorwill
whistle on,
sweet deepener
Of dark loneliness

Silent the old town
the scent of flowers
floating
And evening bell

Temple bells die out
The fragrant blossoms remain
A perfect evening

Matsuo Bashō

 

Мorning-glories
softly floating
in the teacup

The morning mist
tangled
in the willow

Kobayashi Issa

 

 

 

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Russian Winter, Santa Claus’ Granddaughter & Urban Graffiti

05 Wednesday Dec 2012

Posted by moderndayruth in Photography, Poetry

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Christmas tree, Geox, International Phonetic Alphabet, New Year, Russia, Russian Winter, Santa Claus, Snegurochka

You hate it at first, but then it grows on you somehow... My first Russian winter, two years ago, was awful – i was freezing whatever warm clothes i wore, i couldn’t walk on  trodden snow, i hated it all! Mind you, i come from a country with Mediterranean climate where winters are mild and it hardly ever snows. I remember clearly a discussion from couple of years ago – on a forum for expats in Russia where “veterans” claimed they loved it – and us, the newbies, were posting one horror tale after another… I thought back then that the foreigners raving about Russian winter were downright insane, it was beyond me how could anyone like to be freezing several months in a row, to be incapable of walking any what faster than a tortoise (i dare you to try!) , to wear layers and layers of clothes… I did think them mad.

My third winter in Russia, believe it or not – i couldn’t wait for the snow to fall, i couldn’t wait for the real winter to start! I grew not only to love it – i became addicted to it! Ours back home is not really a winter!

The first snowfall this year was heavy – and all my friends and family were concerned how i am doing here, my mother suggested i don’t go out for several days… The very first evening i went to the nearby park with a friend and i felt like a kid in the candy store! It’s wonderful, the feeling of the frost pinching your cheeks, the freshness of the air, the whiteness of the snow… It’s breathtaking indeed!

I used to look in disbelieve at Russian girls who wore no caps and gloves – and had only a teeny jacket on the top; my typical outfit during first winter here was the following: wool tights and leggings under the jeans; sweatshirt and wool pullover over the wool t-shirt (worn over a cotton one so to avoid skin rushes); thermally insulated long jacket, Geox boots for high snow (and an additional pair of wool socks over the wool thighs!); an ushanka / Trapper’s hat, long wool shawl and gloves… Needless to say, i resembled … a bear. I’d faint now if i wore half of those garments – they were long ago passed to the next countrymate of mine who arrived to Russia and was adapting – and she told me she too passed them forward; second winter in the row no one needs any of those.

That being said, the biggest holiday in Russia is still the New Year, Christmas – due previous communist longterm ban on it – has not yet gained the importance and popularity it has in the West; thus Christmas tree is called New Year’s tree, Santa Claus is Uncle Frost and he has a lovely granddaughter slash helper –Snegurochka (Снегу́рочка; IPA: snʲɪˈgurətɕkə), or The Snow Maiden:
Vasnetsov Snegurochka

 Snow Maiden (1899) by Victor Vasnetsov.

It turned out that the pictures of the abandoned construction site were the last ones i took before the snow, here they are as from now on, until the spring, everything will be covered with dear to my heart “white blanket”.

Also, note the beginning of infamous “probki” – the rush hour which last forever -at Volgina street; a Russian blogger i love following wrote about it recently in the entry titled “Hopeless”.

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All in one: funny facade of the “all-in-one” mall on my street: business center, groceries, pharmacy, internet cafe and whatnot:

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Abandoned construction site turned urban graffiti gallery, near Kaluzhskaya metro:
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And, TADA – the photos of first “serious” snow of this winter:

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In previous entry i posted about great Russian poet Alexander Pushkin; here is his amazing poem “Winter morning” in English translation (from: russianlegacy.com – sadly the translator is not credited), enjoy!

Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber –
Wake up, my beauty, time belies:
You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden
Toward the northerly Aurora,
As though a northern star arise!

Recall last night, the snow was whirling,
Across the sky, the haze was twirling,
The moon, as though a pale dye,
Emerged with yellow through faint clouds.
And there you sat, immersed in doubts,
And now, – just take a look outside:

The snow below the bluish skies,
Like a majestic carpet lies,
And in the light of day it shimmers.
The woods are dusky. Through the frost
The greenish fir-trees are exposed;
And under ice, a river glitters.

The room is lit with amber light.
And bursting, popping in delight
Hot stove still rattles in a fray.
While it is nice to hear its clatter,
Perhaps, we should command to saddle
A fervent mare into the sleight?

And sliding on the morning snow
Dear friend, we’ll let our worries go,
And with the zealous mare we’ll flee.
We’ll visit empty ranges, thence,
The woods, which used to be so dense
And then the shore, so dear to me.

A.S. Pushkin (1799-1837)

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The Streets of Moscow: Tverskaya

24 Saturday Nov 2012

Posted by moderndayruth in Photography, Poetry

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Eugene Onegin, Liv Tyler, Moscow, Ralph Fiennes, Ritz-Carlton, Russia, Russian Literature, Saint Petersburg, Tverskaya, Tverskaya Street

festive decorations in Tverskaya

a detail from Tverskaya Street (formerly Gorky Street), Moscow, Russia

Stalin era architecture on Tverskaya

What’s Fifth Avenue to NYC – that’s Tverskaya to Moscow, the street starts at Kremlin and runs north to the direction of Saint Petersburg; Tverskaya was there as early as the 12th century, back then it connected medieval Moscow with the historical capital – city of Tver.

In the 17th and 18th centuries, inhabited by aristocracy, it was the heart of Moscow’s social life; even the tsars (emperors) were arriving from the Northern capital – via Tverskaya – to the Kremlin and several triumphal arches were raised to commemorate the coronations.

Pushkin‘s Tatyana, in her chariot, was taken down the Tverskaya, street  towards her future husband and a new life…

The columns of the city gate

Gleam white; the sleigh, more swift than steady

Bumps down Tverskaya Street already.

Past sentry-boxes now they dash,

Past shops and lamp-posts, serfs who lash

Their nags, huts, mansions, monasteries,

Parks, pharmacies, Bukharans, guards,

Fat merchants, Cossacks, boulevards,

Old women, boys with cheeks like cherries,

Lions on gates with great stone jaws,

And crosses black with flocks of daws.

(stanza from “Eugene Onegin“)

winter at Tverskaya street (the illustration is all over internet, i presume it’s in public domain)

Tatiana Larina, the heroine of Pushkin’s novel-in-verse, by M.Klodt 1886

Eugene Onegin, Saint Petersburg’s dandy by E.P. Samokish-Sudkovskaya (1863–1924)

Ralph Fiennes and Liv Tyler as Onegin and Tatiana in 1999 remake of the movie revived what’s probably one of the saddest scenes ever:

Pushikin is the poetry master of Russian Literature -“Eugene Onegin”  consists of 389 stanzas of iambic tetrameter with the rhyme scheme “AbAbCCddEffEgg”, where the uppercase letters represent feminine rhymes (with an additional unstressed syllable), while the lowercase letters represent masculine rhymes (stressed on the final syllable) – it became known as the “Onegin stanza” or the “Pushkin sonnet”; the classic of Russian literature in Lieut.-Col. Henry Spalding translation can be downloaded from gutenberg.org

XXXIX

…Her house he enters, ghastly white,
The vestibule finds empty quite—
He enters the saloon. ‘Tis blank!
A door he opens. But why shrank
He back as from a sudden blow?—
Alone the princess sitteth there,
Pallid and with dishevelled hair,
Gazing upon a note below.
Her tears flow plentifully and
Her cheek reclines upon her hand.

XLV

“Oneguine, all this sumptuousness,
The gilding of life’s vanities,
In the world’s vortex my success,
My splendid house and gaieties—
What are they? Gladly would I yield
This life in masquerade concealed,
This glitter, riot, emptiness,
For my wild garden and bookcase,—
Yes! for our unpretending home,
Oneguine—the beloved place
Where the first time I saw your face,—
Or for the solitary tomb
Wherein my poor old nurse doth lie
Beneath a cross and shrubbery.

XLVI

“‘Twas possible then, happiness—
Nay, near—but destiny decreed—
My lot is fixed—with thoughtlessness
It may be that I did proceed—
With bitter tears my mother prayed,
And for Tattiana, mournful maid,
Indifferent was her future fate.
I married—now, I supplicate—
For ever your Tattiana leave.
Your heart possesses, I know well,
Honour and pride inflexible.
I love you—to what end deceive?—
But I am now another’s bride—
For ever faithful will abide.”

The thing is that it’s close to impossible to translate Pushkin’s verses properly; either the rhythm will be lost – or the vocabulary changed beyond recognition; even the great Nabokov was nearly ridiculed and had lost a life-long friend over his endeavor of a kind (see: The Strange Case of Pushkin and Nabokov. )

Thus, while Onegin remains one of the most popular reads in Russia – sadly, for the West it’s mostly lost; Tverskaya street too is nowadays mostly known not for the praises sung to her by Russian classical poets – but for being among the world’s top ten most expensive streets; at the Ritz-Carlton tenants like  Carrera y Carrera are said to be paying as much as $650 per square foot. (Source: CNN Money)

As Cicero would put it: O tempora o mores 😉

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An Undemanding Illusion Of Belonging

04 Sunday Nov 2012

Posted by moderndayruth in Poetry

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Arts, Desert, desert mirage, illusion of belonging, Red Square in Moscow, Tretyakov Gallery

A hidden opening in gloomy reality,

a dreamy narrow passage

leading away from

unwanted lives

overcrowded by ghosts of failed relationships,

is that what we are to each other?

Could it be that ours is merely

an undemanding illusion of belonging?

 And i wonder why am i scared

to loosen the desperate grip

and let go this desert mirage

made of things that will never be.

 

Red Square in Moscow
Fedor Yakovlevich Alekseev (1753–1824)
Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Copyright notice:the image is in public domain because its copyright expired.

 

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Desperately Seeking

09 Tuesday Oct 2012

Posted by moderndayruth in Poetry, Tarot

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Arthur Edward Waite, Blank Verse, Pamela Colman Smith, Pictorial Key to the Tarot, Seven of Cups, The Original Rider Waite, Tudor Rose back design

I longed for her in lonely nights

I chased her in my days

They told me

She was worthy not

Of all that pain

They told me she will cheat me

They told me she was fake

They told me that too many

Were burned out

Like that

Prompted by desire

Fueled by false hope

I chased that idea

That once seemed so hot

                        L.R.S.

Seven of Cups in Tarot traditionally denotes illusions and pipe dreams
(1909 deck, no longer under copyright)

“Strange chalices of vision, but the images are more especially those of the fantastic spirit. Divinatory Meanings: Fairy favours, images of reflection, sentiment, imagination, things seen in the glass of contemplation; some attainment in these degrees, but nothing permanent or substantial is suggested.”

A.E. Waite, The Pictorial Key to the Tarot, illustration by Pamela Colman Smith

 

 

 

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stalked by chronological narration

07 Sunday Oct 2012

Posted by moderndayruth in Photography, Poetry

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Bible, Greg Kessler, Highbrow, Kim Thúy, Literature, Narrator, Social Sciences, United States

stalked by chronological narration

chased by master plots

haunted by the usual suspects

the characters of high brow prose

damsels in disress

and their cohorts

thorn apart by the cruel world

due sacrifices of the righteous people

of whom  nothing less is expected

ever since the opening sentence

I run away from metamorphs,

barewolfs

and their maturation

from  predictable fables of

strong lions’ and cunning foxes’

irreversible transformations

bypassing allegories and metaphors

I hide

from conventional morals of the story

in the variable curses

of magical conversing

in  unevenly  ­rhymed verses

L.R.S.

 

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Be ready to lose everything, Part Deux (Hexagram 49 )

04 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by moderndayruth in I Ching, Photography, Poetry

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Baruch Spinoza, Chi, Daniil Kharms, Estragon, God, Huang, Isadora Duncan, Philosophy, Podgorica, Religion and Spirituality, Sergei Yesenin, Spinoza, Taoism, Taoist I Ching

I was just re-constructing with Arié the fire from Be ready to lose everything , what had preceded it and what followed… It’s almost six months since then and only the other day i gathered the courage to climb up the Gorica Hill and see with my own eyes what is left of it. I am not sure what i expected, but what i’ve seen had taken me by surprise and left me with a profound admiration for the powers of the nature.

You’d know that i am a city girl, i am not so much into wandering clouds, drifting waves & all that jazz – and, before you ask, i am not impressed by Sergei Yesenin the least (except for his being married to grand Isadora Duncan and the fact that they met at the house in which Bulgakov lived while writing Master and Margarita, but that’s a topic unto itself.)

With Vuk – my friends’ kid whom i consider my own – we studied Beckett earlier this evening, and to get to absurdism, we needed to go through scholasticism, Tomas Aquinas and to tackle Spinoza and his glorification of the nature as well. Might sound complicated, but if the Holy Torah can be thought while standing on one leg, as the saying goes, then both Aquinas and Spinoza are piece of cake, no?

It is so actually – all mystification, mental onania and ego trips aside, Aquinas wasn’t even a philosopher per se, he was a dogmatic persuading the reader into presumably pre-existing truths, that ain’t  philosophy, but brain washing.

And Spinoza… dunno, the history of philosophy is full of my fellow Jews desperately looking for God in all the places where He can’t be found, in my opinion all of them  would have being better of studying the Torah, but anyway – you can imagine that i find little worth in Spinoza’s musings too.

Absurdists do impress me though, i love Beckett and was supposed to write the PhD thesis on Daniil Kharms – the thing is that the program was offered in Voronezh only and  in our parts you don’t want to live anywhere else but in the capital, that’s how i ended up with doctoral theses in methodics at Pushkin Uni in Moscow … but that’s another story too.

Anyhow, in “Waiting for Godot” , Estragon says:”We should turn resolutely towards nature”, but then they decide together with Vladimir that it has been done before and isn’t really worth it – there, Spinoza written off in three lines.

That’s the genius of Beckett and minimalism, G-d forbid that Aquinas is reincarnated – it would have taken him all the volumes of Encyclopedia Britannica to come to that which S.B. said in ten words or so.

Of course, i have my own absurdist discourse – and it is definitely not connected to lurking behind it existentialism; it’s that writing style of Beckett and Kharms too, to me is equal to meditating on Zen Koans… it’s absurd, it waits around the corner for your analytic thinking – jumps at it and takes it over by surprise; after the absurdists had seized your logyc and pre-thought concepts, and went on run with them – you are left… in the zone, some label it Dao, some – Nirvana, whichever suits you.

There are all the answers – in case you are looking for them, but if you have arrived here, it means you are not looking anymore… absurd, i know – but only if starting from the dualistic thinking in the first place.

Anyhow, if observing the nature in a way, unadulterated by Spinoza’s idolization and without any other  expectations from which all human disappointment stems – even a disgruntled city dweller like me has to admit it’s downright marvelous.

You see, what left me in awe during the other day’s hike was the fact that the hill above the city has totally recovered meanwhile – in the place of almost each burned down tree, there are two or three babies growing up… And all i could think of was the I Ching’s Hexagram 49, Revolution… I think pretty much everything has been said on it, here are two excellent articles – this one i discovered by chance and was impressed by author’s writing style, creativity and – at the same time – her academic approach (just check out how meticulously are listed the sources – such an academic thing to do ; )  the other is by my favorite contemporary I Ching Scholar, Hilary Barret, whose interpretations to me personally are just the perfect blend of Confucianism and Taoism.

Other sources definitely worth checking out, yet unavailable online are Cleary’s “Taoist I Ching” which explains the 49th hexagram in terms of refining Yin energy – as an essential step in the process of  producing the (inner) alchemical elixir* and, of course, “The Complete I Ching” by the Taoist Master Alfred Huang  as the latter gives the best insight into related Chinese ideograms/ characters.

(*According to Huang, the lake in the image is metal related to the West and fire is the fire associated with the South; refining metal by fire produces brightness, the metal melts and returns to the root. In preceding it hexagram 48, joy is produced from the midst of danger – this one is about taking true Yang in water, so to get out of danger. Thus, to crystallize the elixir and, by doing so, attain joy – one needs to restore yin in fire and take true yang in water – it’s that “simple.”  )

As a side note – Huang translates the 49th hexagram as “Abolishing the old” connecting it to Ge ‘s original meaning of alternation and change, which later on extended to mean Revolution as well (both being an integral part of the same process.)

A certain dear to me gentleman with whom i correspond wrote me recently: “you were very quick, hard but in next second soft and beautiful…” not downright quetching, but given that it’s brought up, obviously such attitude is neither expected, nor an everyday occurrence, albeit it is the only natural attitude.

See, weather changes, people change – you are not the same person you were only seven years ago, everything in your body has changed meanwhile, except for the genetic memory… Yours (and mine) being narrowed down to predictability  is the society’s ways to keep control, yet it’s the most unnatural thing of all.

One might ask how does that go in hand with so dear to my heart fortune-telling? You see, i don’t believe in fortune-telling, what i do, using various tools, is quite precise diagnostics and based on it prognosis… and those are always made with force majeure in mind.

Balkan etimology

“morati” is the word for must in my language

no shoulds, no woulds, no coulds

morash means you obey

no questions asked

it’s not the way you speak in English

“móra” means –  nightmare

of a kind

which leaves you in sweat

shivering between the sheets

staring at the ceiling

and thinking

of this surreal peninsula

where every fifty years

the wise shut up,

the fool commences talking

and the scum gets reach

or something like that

“mora” is also – many seas,

albeit we have one only

and ask not for more

(who needs more than one sea?)

“gora “ is mountain,

“gore” is worse

and it also means burns…

And the city in which I live is PodGORica,

The city under the hill

Baby-mountain so to say

And the main of its six rivers

Is Moracha,

Which, as it should, has to

Must

Runs through the city

Which burns upwards,

Toward the murky Balkan sky

L.R.S.

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Hungarian suicide on gloomy Sunday

04 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by moderndayruth in Photography, Poetry

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BBC, Billie Holiday, Gloomy Sunday, Hungary, Rezső Seress, Suicide, Sunday, Vienna

“On a sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers,

I awaited for you my dear with a church prayer,

That dream chasing Sunday morning,

The chariot of my sadness returned without you,

Ever since then, Sundays are always sad, tears are my drink bread is my sorrow…

Sad Sunday. Last Sunday dear please come along,

There will even be priest, coffin, catafalque, hearse-cloth.

Even then flowers will be awaiting you,

Flowers and coffin under blossoming  trees my journey shall be the last,

My eyes will be open, so that I can see you one more time,

Don’t be frightened from my eyes as I’m blessing you even in my death…

Last Sunday.”

There are many urban legends surrounding Gloomy Sunday, mostly connecting the song with numbers of suicides; the press in the 1930s associated at least 19 suicides, both in Hungary and America, with “Gloomy Sunday”. No studies have drawn a clear link between the song and suicide, yet several Hungarian artists as of recently were assuring me that the song is fatal indeed; more so – they were taken aback by my statement that those  legends were only that – legends… Its composer, Rezső Seress, some 35 years after writing the song, in January 1968 did commit suicide. Billie Holiday’s version of the song was banned from BBC, as being “detrimental to wartime morale”, the ban was lifted only in 2002.

Some more pics of “Vienna’a dark sister” for you… For the record, i’ll choose Pest’s gloom over Vienna’s Sacher cake& waltz anyday. Maybe it’s because i am wired that way – maybe it’s because my mother is from the Old Country, who knows.

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