Elyon's Emblem

Fallen like a house of cards.

You have served your purpose, 7TH.

I won't miss you.

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...<h3>Traditional, Vibrant, and Tasteful</h3>21 Islamic, 11 Impressionist, 11 Ukiyo-e, -15 Cubist, -20 Abstract and 7 Renaissance!<img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/13814686525156064135.jpeg" width="300" height="414" /><div>Islamic art is developed from many sources: Roman, Early Christian, and Byzantine styles were taken over in early Islamic architecture; the architecture and decorative art of pre-Islamic Persia was of paramount significance; Central Asian styles were brought in with various nomadic incursions; and Chinese influences . Islamic art uses many geometical floral or vegetable designs in a repetitive pattern known as arabesque. It is used to symbolize the transcendent, indivisible and infinite nature of Allah.
People that like Islamic art tend to be more traditional people that appreciate keeping patterns that they learned and experienced from their past. It is not to say that they are not innovative personalities, they just do not like to let go of their roots. They like to put new ideas into details and make certain that they will work before sharing them with others. Failure is not something they like to think about because they are more interested in being successful and appreciated for their intelligence. These people can also be or like elaborate things in their life as long as they are tasteful. They tend to prefer geometric patterns and vibrant colors.
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A pain has developed in my side. I must hurry, or the race will finish without me.

I must finish.

I saw 100 Stories to the finish. Maybe that was the message? How in the end there is a partition of worlds between the Red and the Scribe? In that case, I understand.

Or is it a parting gift? A new color, if you like. A painful brand of Red that I lacked, somehow. And the only way to give it is to stain the heart with it? In that case, thank you. It will prove useful, though I wail that it should cost so much.

Here's a fitting name for the new opus: Solipsis.

I am a fool. How hard it is to change.

This is hilarious. I am going to do 25% of my project in this form:

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3 You’ve woken up with your engine running. You’re no slacker, like some people you know. You’re always on top of things, and it is entirely no fault of yours that today is the day the refrigerator breaks down. You discover this when you open the magnetized door to get breakfast.

You react, throwing open the freezer. Everything in the freezer has thawed, and the red-brown slush- melt spatters your work clothes. You shouldn’t have thrown it open so quickly. You’ll have to take them off, get them washed.

You do so, choosing a new ensemble while they soak. You manage to get all the stains off, thank goodness.

You call your neighbors, ask to loan some space in their freezer, at least until tomorrow. They are generous, and give you a week; you’re neighbors, after all. They even take in the perishables from the refrigerator section.

Coffee is all you manage to get in before you have to go. Barrel through the door, a look back, goodbye, and you’re out the door, short walk down, and down the street. You walk quickly, your calves burning. You pay only token notice; you’re rehearsing your lines for the day, what you’re going to say to whom, timing your stage entries and exits at each set. You look busy already.

5 The traffic is bad today. Every road in the city is a stroke, every bend a heart attack. Engine heat and diesel smoke build around you as you wait, as everyone waits, each a sufferer in a mobile cell of painted steel. You look around. Fancy cars, motor cycles, blue collar vehicles, a road-grid full of system-people, everyone a trapped foetal shape.

6 Finally. You arrive, already forgetting the collective horror of poor urban planning.

A man drives in from the road and parks at a Shell station. He starts using his phone. Why does he think it's a good idea to come to a petrol deposit and use his cellular? His ans: because it's too dangerous to use on the road.

Now, let's just think about that for a second.

Flowers from the Jasmine, on the river flow,
To sea, accompanied by candlelight,
Sitting timid brave in waxed paper boats.
-Futile Gestures, Jade Flute

This year is going to be AWESOME.

With any luck, I get to do Christian Anderson for Augustans&Romantics, Tolkien for Moderns. And maybe, maybe , I will strike a crockpot (again!) and do Savior (my own work! Again! ( D ) for Modern/Post-colonial!

Squee!
( D

The fact that I am so high right now owes to Tolkien's Roverandom and Farmer Giles of Ham, children's stories told exactly the way to excite wonder in a child. Always thought Tolkien was an old stuffy. Glad I'm proven wrong.

Now, away!

~How badly do you wish to kill?
Enough to turn to stone, to steel. I will, anything.
~Wish it, and you will turn these dough-flesh hands into swords of stone, your feet into spears. Your body will be a city of bronze housed in iron, the inner city a burning elixir.
Is that all the power you can give?
~How many hands do you have?
Two and two.
~It is enough.
Scarcely! Even two gloves and five fists, what are they to five and seven thousand?
~Even enough for five thousand, even enough for seven thousand, or however many you will. You shall never again be crucified. Only kneel down, and worship me.

Preparing to bunker down. New school year means war all over again. Crawling through barbwire trenches, mazes of footnotes and references. Rescuing scrolls and codices from the savage Librarians, who with their scales exact from us each a pound of flesh.

We are each alone with our fears: our enemy is the darkness; from the spots of firelight we spy the enemy camp, seeing only their banners; what numbers hide beneath? How will we brave the charge, which veterans swear are as a tide of spears riding on the killing light of Sabine shields? We do not know, and tremble. I know that I am sworded on both sides, and wear two knives, a stiletto and a slaughterer, the second made to double as a fist iron, and a hatchet; I wear a hauberk of doubled mail, of good quality, that has survived blood drenching from two campaigns, and over this a plate vest with guarded shoulders; I wear a death-mask, made after the Eastern fashion. My boots are new and should not skid when the killing starts. These things I know, yet I am afraid.

What new horror awaits these months just before the winter, when Kings must go to war!

A plain faced man approached the Imam, a Teacher of illustrious learning, and asked him for the three gospels, the Injil, the Torah, and the Koran. The Teacher looked upon him, and saw that he was not worth the saving; he was a common soul, like any other. He was no great sinner, and the huntsman prizes the white ermine stoat over the white rabbit, so he said,
"Judas I know, and Saul I know, but who are ye?"
"I am that I am. If you know not me; neither I you. Begone from me, evildoer, for yea I know you, and I know you thoroughly!" At this the Imam was siezed with great terror, and kissed the dust of the plain faced man, for in his words he recognized Hadraht Isa, the Savior of the Faith.
"Oh great one, most bountiful, most merciful, your servant kneels!"
"Then kneel, but I will not forgive you."
"Your servant submits himself, and pledges himself and his household to you, only look kindly upon him."
"Then do so, but I will not forgive you."
"Then what hope have I? I am lost, and I submit."
"Kiss me on my face, lest I anger, and perish you from the way." The Imam did so.
"Now if you love me, feed my sheep. Go forth, and sin no more."
So it was that the Imam Akbar Ibn Al-Din discovered that it was harder and worthier to save a sinless man than the greatest of sinners.

The constellations change as the world turns, and the world is too big, cold, friendless. But we'll watch the moon from where we are, and the world will not seem quite so cold, the night not quite so restless.

Rest easy. Amen.

( Ahem... )

The English export of myth/fiction is rather too masculine; crude lines, lacking patience. That is where the Islamic traditions of fiction come in. Very fluid, eased style, without losing the gloss of true myth that I find appealing in English.

He rides in a wave of horsemen,
A cataract over the plains, a flood.
His spear speaks to the enemy,
A tongue encased in blood.
My Lord is merciful and forgiving
But not in the heat of the fight,
For in the fire and rage of battel,
The only Law is Might.

The Book of Saladin, Tariq Ali , contemporary writer.

"Do not forget, my son, that dynasties build or break at the point of a spear."

Most excellent.

I just read the critique of use of the word "lust" in Tolkein's work, and I know I have to do LOTR for this years modern american. Tolkein is brilliant.

He's my other literary grandaddy now. Unca Wilde's taking a short retirement.

( D

Singapore police will not draw unless:
1. You have a firearm.
2. You will not surrender.
3. You are making an attempt at someone's life, and your success is imminent.

Hmm...

People've been paving my road with food these few days. Awesome nice. ( D

Went to a music enterprise today because a friend asked me to carry his keyboard for him. It was something by Integrity Music; they wanted to get Christian song writers to come, show their stuff, see who's good enough to circulate for free. Like an initiative to destroy the walls between denominations, make people from each denomination share their songs with others. They even got a bunch from something called a St Jude ministry; Catholic. *raise eyebrows

It was awesome: ever heard gospel played in Garage Punk? Or in Chinese Pop? These, on top of the ol Country/Contemporary ensenble.

There was one, E. C., this heavy set girl, won't get a second glance on the street, but when she opened her mouth the voice was this gentle, nightingale thing. One of the most beautiful voices I've ever heard, swear. And here's a few lines from the group Abenezer, the garage punk bunch:

I show the Way
For I am the Way.
I speak the Truth;
For I am the Truth.
I gave my Life;
For I am the Life.
And I'll go to the cross all over again;
If only you will love me (something like this).

I spent a whole day there and it was worth it. I was in the company of musicians, and I gladly stand diminished.

I can't tell you how badly I wish it to happen. How badly I want to turn immortal age 25. To pay all my debts and leave. All my valuables grasped in my fist: a degree, a wad of cash, passport, pencil, manuscript.

I will suddenly grow wings, and the beggar will become a prince. Loxian Apollo, hand drawn on angry bow, chariot flaming across the uncharted sky: follow me who dares!

Silent farts/ deadly farts/ all was calm/ not for long/ all your no-ostrils be-ing defiled/ by this ste-ench so awesomely vile/ smoke alarms violently se-ize/ smoke alarms violently seize.

Silent farts/ deadly farts/ we all swear, cross the hearts/ our farts don’t kill, or melt the tar/ even the hosts cry oh, bugger, yah!/ Christ, just what did you e-eat? Chri-ist, just what did you eat?

Silent farts/ deadly farts/ song of Gu-u-ut, hell’s foul bli-i-ight/ pungent ste-eam from Unholy Place/
Is this the end of the human race?/ Je-e-ezus, what did you e-e-e-eat? Je-ezus, what did you eat?

Be an Enemy to Christians today! They are commanded to:
-Turn the other cheek!
-When you demand one mile, walk two for you!
-When you demand their coats, give you their shirts as well!
-Do good to you when you spitefully misuse them!
-Love and pray for their enemies (you)!
-Forgive you up to 490 times A DAY, for the SAME SIN, if you only ASK their forgiveness!

What a great bargain!
And statistics show: Christians are vilest not to unbelievers, BUT TO EACH OTHER!
So why not sign up on this extra special deal, and earn extra mileage, a free wardrobe, peace of mind, and the blessings of Almighty God?!

ALL AT NO COST TO YOURSELF!

Why?

BECAUSE IT'S IN THEIR HOLY BOOK!

WHAT A BARGAIN!

BE AN ENEMY TODAY!

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