Rituals of silence

I am constantly looking for a quantum and painless transport, with all the chills that I can achieve through my immobilized will in the first instance, although this instance gradually reveals an unlikely mutation, a thrill of superhuman ascension, a kind of phoenix tree that it springs from corpses once anesthetized, which appear again in the world, now from the stepped earth; aware of the lack of restructuring of souls intoxicated by the uncertain familiarities acquired by global osmosis. I aggravate my growing impatience for universal blame, a rescue plan sufficiently impervious to the abandonment of elementary clarifications, so that it is possible to declare death to fear through mutual and intravenous exchanges of creativity algorithms in the most abstract sense of poetry adjacent to fear caused by excesses of self-confidence, counterfeit gods and gradual distractions of uncertainty by the hiding places of this planet exercise, where the most organic and purposely inaccessible natures and wings are preserved.

In this state of this undisciplined mission, my general balance is kept leveled by a partial drainage of the energetic pushes accumulated by the whole organism that composes me, while I am sucked by a deconstructing shadow belonging to nowhere except the immaterial kingdoms where I automatically drive at will.

Before my eyes, properties and theorems of psychological policing are redefined, shredded at the level of sight and sound as love has never been worked in any era of humanity or the arts applied to the haunts of fragile hearts for different reasons of being, and application of human expression.

We transpose ourselves to virgin canvases, lacking in pain and salvation, in the form of variable lines and colors throughout the sacrifice that is required before a scenario of leaps of faith sequenced by unique and unrepeatable human action.

As personalized preambles of a postponed death through a curiosity to live to see what is revealed from the universe and surroundings, we must, within our respective natures, apply concrete impulses to redesign the different terrestrial scales that need contemporary calibrations properly spaced from each other , so that we can eloquently perceive the damage and the solutions embedded in the due recognition processes, accompanied by the contexts resulting from the innocent and targeted explorations of them.

We communicate through the placid resplendence of the landscape to blind the worst complicities, which are violent due to their indisputably uncompromised indiscretion. We need, as never before, to de-parasite the flawed and insufficient criteria, to universalize as far as possible, the messages that decree loving bombardments to the degenerate cracks of the spirits deprived of affections in a pure state.

However, I feel in the breathed air, a kind of new malleability in relation to the human interactions that incessantly require: another degree of tolerance, adapted to a heterogeneous recycling of the acquired knowledge, which now, reveals much more than we wanted to see in them until now current global weighting. We are in a stage of urgent need when we have to unearth the knowledge collectively, of the muddy stances, formed with our progressive contemplation of the imperious hedonisms.

The escape from a (isoteric) shooting in the foot, is mainly due to an immediate abandonment of virulent rot, to the detachment of bonds that have been exhausted by free and cowardly infections.

Calamities fired by outdated flags in the worst kind of anachronism to which a collective conscience can be subjected, are reborn torrentially. Part of us, take care not to trip over the ingenious devices of the mechanisms of early and harmful information to the bones. So that, in an unseemly but necessary act, we can spit on a large scale in the open and sticky mouths of the illusions conjectured in insolent manifestations of manipulation of defenseless intellects, subject to deception as night jasmines, which sprout in the splendor of the darkest, toxic and inflorescent mists , in a phytogeography suitable for tigmotropic coercion: subordinated to a transparently bewilded democracy.

We will trust with an extemporaneous animality: in the routine breaks (without even noticing it), in an instigated and effective faith of the feelings that germinate from the composting of outdated prototypes. Let us elevate ideas to a unique conglomerate of multidisciplinary and plural thinking, so that one day we become: a relevant immaterial monument, as a consequence of a utilitarian remembrance of a phase fed by persevering collections of resolute and bilateral rewards.

(Artwork by: Jeanne Van Monckhoven)