tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post217960038782174157..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: How I Woke Upchristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-47432049975990487382011-06-14T17:09:20.531-07:002011-06-14T17:09:20.531-07:00Ghost, I love the music. As for waking up like th...Ghost, I love the music. As for waking up like that, I strongly doubt anyone wants to. Many however do.<br /><br />Brutal is a good word for it. I regret to say how deeply in me I have to go to find it. I would prefer to dive that deep and find nothing but peace and a sense of the divine, but no, I have to find homicide and suicide and addiction and lies and dismay and insanity and loss. I love you Rachel.<br /><br />Manik, just recently I realized that the intermixing of genes in that part of the world has continued. I used to say (because it is surely in part true) that it is the effect of Alexander's soldiers, of Alexander himself. E.M. Butt and Sons was a houseboat hotel on Lake Dal and the land they were next to was the remains of a garden reputedly made by Alexander's army on the lake shore. In the guest book of the boat we stayed in was the name George Harrison. The year was 1969.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-16686181876662040182011-06-14T11:02:47.550-07:002011-06-14T11:02:47.550-07:00chris,
i reside in himachal..the state closest to ...chris,<br />i reside in himachal..the state closest to kashmir..and if you see the small thumbnail closely....i kindoff give that appearance....people call me a crossover russian..i think i've crossed time and not boundaries..the wrinkles have started to appear...manik sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055072451804840121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-55682954415503231482011-06-14T10:38:02.479-07:002011-06-14T10:38:02.479-07:00This is brutal. It definitely comes from some kind...This is brutal. It definitely comes from some kind of pain place. Sometimes the words just come up like vomit and bile.RachelWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18225401230724459199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-48688287588750856302011-06-13T16:17:00.468-07:002011-06-13T16:17:00.468-07:00blech... who'd wanna wake up lyke that?blech... <a href="http://youtu.be/9xMCNmUaGko" rel="nofollow">who'd wanna wake up lyke that?</a>Ghost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-26614403449287447062011-06-13T15:48:59.607-07:002011-06-13T15:48:59.607-07:00manik, as you may recall, I spent a couple years i...manik, as you may recall, I spent a couple years in Bangladesh, and traveled a bit to Nepal and India around Delhi, Agra, Srinagar (I viewed the Kashmiri as breathtakingly beautiful, dark skinned, auburn to red headed, blue eyed), going through Nepal, the only way to get to India from what was then East Pakistan. In that time I was also a steady user of the legal ganja, the smuggled in and therefore illegal hashish. By day I worked as Financial Secretary for the local Dacca hospital (for a year) and by night I smoked dope and hung with some other people, Bengalis and western, and yearned to be back in the US where it was all "happening".<br /><br />I also studied philosophy and psychology on my own and practiced guitar, teaching it a bit to younger westerners. I kept a journal in this time, and still have it but very little locates the journal in East Pakistan.<br /><br />This experience is not radically different from most of my drug use and that is why I say the darkness in this poem is not really mine. However, it remains true that what any addict can experience is possible for any other addict in the right circumstance. A couple years later I was trashing and stripping my life and leaving the state abruptly to escape legal consequences, and a short time before Bangladesh I was living on the street. Thus this imagined experience is not only true of someone, the same entrapment (the dismay) was true for me.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-42254683402495336042011-06-13T13:47:49.861-07:002011-06-13T13:47:49.861-07:00and i'm learning through this
Chris,
Darkness ...and i'm learning through this<br />Chris,<br />Darkness has touched us all in a way..I think the fact that we can and do put them into words..(again as honest as yours)...gives us that dim light to hold...But i guess if you start believing that the light is the start of things afresh altogether...then you have jumped ahead of time...somewhere we remain that person...only we have learned to talk him into sleep...and maybe sometimes wake up too...for a little chat...like you may have done here..manik sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055072451804840121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-50215192792888885132011-06-13T10:30:09.730-07:002011-06-13T10:30:09.730-07:00Annie, I know you have learned to see in the dark....Annie, I know you have learned to see in the dark. I love you for it.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-91365152279274303832011-06-13T09:56:08.600-07:002011-06-13T09:56:08.600-07:00"It is deeply trapped and basically awful.&qu..."It is deeply trapped and basically awful." That description alone makes me love the poem. Dark me. Very descriptive and alive. Midnight crude oil. Viscous.Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.com