Supernova Pinwheel

thunder of heaven! nous sommes baises!

You know it's a serious bear market day when Ursa Maior gets a friggin CROWN! Hot new supernova in the pinwheel galaxy!

In a long discussion of "the art" we are often reminded of the "star" which appears on the material at the final stage of the process. (you know, just before the northern lights go all bonkers and everybody gets killed).

This star (says F.) reminds us of the epiphany cake, the little bather, the fish (" oh see how I drown in this sea!" ) the urchin or erkina, or in french, il ourson, the little bear which is the constellation that contains the Pole Star, shining at the apex of the alchemical sky.

Now if Kiba only spoke Nahuatl (or one of a few other unrelated languages) he might have remembered that Cuetlachtli is not only the word for Wolf (as distinct from Coyotli) but it is also the word for bear. Well, at least Quent put them both in the short list of reasons for being well armed "if you go out to the woods tonight you're sure to get a big surprise!" it's no teddy bear picnic.

Now students of greek will recall that Polar Bear is arktos polaris, and that bear is in fact arktos, or arktikos depending on whether or not googletranslate is to be trusted.

Oso
Ursin
Ours
Ourso
Arth (welsh) arthur
Melda's Favorite beer: Stella Artois
Arktos
Arktikos ( a proximite' d'el ours - "near the bear")
Arctic.

Poor Kiba, the wreched arctic wolf. He pretty much wiped out half a brigade of Jagera's troops. (ok so they we're asking for it). Part of Jagera's plan, no doubt, to make him even mo' miserble than he already am. It's a sort of Cognitive Dissonance, fill you with evil and suck the life out. All of that just makes it harder to forgive the evil done to you, and incidentally to prevent you from achieving what it was you came after to begin with.

"Ellie, are you sure you're ok? that's a bit on the bloody side for you. I think you'd better have a stiff one before you pass out, how about a nice chartreuse on the rocks? The heart of heaven is fixed while the earth spins out of control"

Huh? (Gah, this stuff is awful! Ar we out of miruvoir?)

"oh, just a bit of old carthusian doggerel, stator crux, mentras vuelta na rota mundi - and I'm not at all sure that Artois has ANYTHING to do with Artur - though it does pertain to the artesian well, fontsagrada, and whatnot."

I think i'd better sit down, I"m getting dizzy...

" 'a hisenno, skaal! - you know if we lived on the planet Uranos, our pole star would point at the heart of heaven, eta ophichae."

Yeah, but the long winters would be way too depressing.

"And speaking of gravity, dont forget the spacetime torsion."

Enough Melda! I thingmbtk I'm going to be sick!

Cartago Delendra.

カルタゴは、 破壊

Looks like Kiba has learnt to write. Ben Bernanke got up this morning and there was a scrawl in the snow outside his bedroom window (in August? what's the world comming to!). The FBI reported back to him. "Sir, it's wolf piss - and we think the writing is in some form of archaic Japanese. But we cant figure it out - there are no wolves in Japan."

That's the stupiddest logic I've ever heard, who the BLEEP cares! Just tell me What the flook does it say!

"A message from heaven: Say to the west, Bab-il-Lon is Destroyed." That's what we think it says- actually it says literally "the gateway of heaven is forever barred from you" The translators are still arguing.

What, cant you read the eff-ing handwriting? Go arrest that Martin Armstrong guy!

Waiter, we'll have the Roadkill Amador and a bottle of chardonnay - um, to go.

Highway 88


what did you take me into the mountains to see, Melda?
a willow twisting in the wind?
nobles in Prada boots?

a coyote I saw, lying dead on the double yellow line. I
would have moved if off the road, but you said no-
"would you deprive the crows of their meat?" I dont
know why. On the afternoon I saw the other one
on the shoulder. Did I miss it on the morning pass? Please
say yes. If only I had tossed the other to the side of the road!

What did I take you into the mountains to see?
Willow reeds twisted by mortal hands
or bankers in Armani suits?

Saw you one or two? Or did your eyes see what I saw?
Saw you two dead brothers, where I saw two
brothers reunited in their original form? Would you
have left the one to mourn the other alone? Did the blackbirds
make a nest of your hair, or wer they picking cobwebs? Please
Say they were saying hello and not cursing you.

What did we go to Amador to see, otorno?
Strands - woven from old roots, hina. Too deep for nobles.
With noses too dull to find them.

What a hopless case- I had to take him Past treasure island and kirkwood.
On El Dorado Hwy up the hill from twin bridges to cool his head
Until his tears froze in the snow before I dragged him home:
Look, bozo, there's one covering his scat... and there's another
in the tall grass on this side of the barbed wire, watching the cattle.
and there's another, hunting mice in the alfalfa...

What did I take you to see?
Neither guns nor liquor can free
the earth from flowers stars and trees.

Can we PLEASE finish this Wukking Exercise! Dammit - next time I'm sending
your invitation to Keikosan instead!

doggies on Tia's "Polar express"

Randa Isil "re-mix"

Our paw prints disappearing,
There are fewer of us now,
This is what our race was fearing,
And humans disavow.

Our homes are gone,
And we are left to wander.
Hoping to make it until dawn,
We cried at the moon and pondered.

We say you humans need a tune-up
But few if any care,
They do these things - total screwup,
This world we have to share.

Your polluting and your dumping,
And credit card fueled spending,
The gas you cant stop pumping,
When the banksters were all lending:

Maybe when the lights go out
You'll tally up the damage done,
Gaze at the moon, and cuss and shout,
And wonder where we've run.

A Rakuen, soft light and hallowed
The garish earthly lights did hide.
And HAARp'ing sound laid fallow,
Where now the wolves abide.

Apologies to Tia, who is no longer "Age 14"
(Disclaimer: Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery - but not necessarily endorsement


"Not bad, conetzin, considering it's all plagiarized"
"I didn't say hers was good, nor mine better"
"Hmmm... looks like a hard read, according to the software here:"
"You're kidding!, you gonna believe an algo or you're own lyin' eyes?"

Quetta Aiwenion

"I cant do it!"

what?

"I cant!"

oh , now what it is it Elli?

"I cant tell the story- I - I just cant do it."

What do you want me to do, Cariad? Cut out your heart - would that make it easier?

"Do you think it would help?"

Hmmm... cant say it would help - it might stop your whining...

... or not... Okay... well anyways. I forgot, Elluindil DOES know the language of the birds, never thought about teocuitatl in quite that way, but it's obvious... ok, so it's not. We must be circumspect in what we say about the subject as there are aspects of alchemy that should not be taken lightly (as the engineers at Tepco have discovered) and this circumspection has made this subject harder to write about...

The language of the birds, well I'm not talking about language like in the last post, but the OTHER language of the birds, the alchemical one

Wolves, (Men) and Angels

Blood of the Moon, teocuitatl

Alchemy is a strange beast you find it in the most unlikely places, Toluca for instance. Beasts wretched or otherwise trees flowers stones stars, nobles and humans - all contain the same essence, the-same-mercury, the same sulfur...


"The same tears of the gods," -ML


Melda, you want me to finish or start leaking again?


"sorry... "


Some of you would like to figure out how to transform yourselves into one of the four-leggeds like Darcia did- but for altogether different reasons I guess - or perhaps not so different but perhaps not so selfish either.

I'd better explain. Or rather, I'd better quote somebody else. This world is so screwed up now, and so confused over stuff that used to be obvious when the great chain of being included, well, everything.

In addition to WR, I also like SSOTC, and what I like about it is what Lewis writes in "Out of the Silent Planet."

"How can I tell you I just KNOW the malacandrians do not keep pets: they dont need to. Each of them has the experience of the other species as an encounter with the wild other - like themselves but different. A thing we lack in our world, a hole we try to fill with our pets."

You realize Little Creek and Spirit can almost talk to each other. Of course Toboe could do that too: horses, crows, cats (though they creep him out).


"Rats, Hawks..."


Daro Ya! Where was I - oh yea, talking to other sentient beings

more to follow...

Sometimes with all the mess around you it helps to keep a sense of perspective. Poor Kiba, I'm not sure he ever quite understood it all until the end. Melda said to me, "Look to the west and ditch the western traditions." Speaking of your house burning down and Now I can see the moon...

The sky disintegrates and turns to dust,
The great earth becomes peaceful, no-one can see it.
Abruptly, the dry tree opens its one flower.
Calling to another spring, beyond history.

(What Daichi taught the Samurai Kiksushi in the snow)

ML - As with Laurelin, so then with the white tree of Gondor.
EL - I figured out the riddle, Meldasama, the shortest route east from here is to keep going west.
ML - The shortest route anywhere is via internet.