Summer of Empire

[Sepia]

Take this for it isn't mine, take this idea, this concept and make something of it, give it the birth it deserves from your pudgy loins, give birth to the dragon and its siblings, let them be carried on the sacred winds of the hivemind as you exhale the smoke, telling yourself you're chasing the dragon, telling yourself you read about it and sherlock holmes himself did it, something will come from your years, even it you don't think you sow, you do but you're doing it in a different way, an inescapable way and you think genius will come when you shut yourself in from this world but time is running out and decisions must be made- time for you is fleeting, non-existant, you have no grasp on it, here comes the Emperor and here is his Empire

Here is you, fighting it, your hands are sweaty and you're filled with fear yet underneath the fear lies intent, will and a dormant focus, is it genius? Is it enough intent, will and focus for genius? We won't ever know for the shadows will loom for quite the while and the whole of it will disappear and disperse into the twilight, into the haze where you are king and your mind is all that is left, I see words, words that are no longer a part of this, words that will be scribbled on no peoples flesh and written on no walls nor billboards

Will be written on no minds save your own and you found genius in your haze, in your dreams but how do you carry them, your concepts, your ideas? How do you bring them among us to show us what you found or don't you at all if you think it doesn't matter that anyone else found it, you've come that far into your ideaspace and you feel surrounded by a warm glow, a godhead igniting yourself, burning you with the most righteous of flames, so cold yet so nurturing- are the fires of comfort.

Zones you will leave if you wake up with a fiery wish to see the world, to educate yourself, to find yourself so you go for the biggest cultural crashes and you end up in the ghettos of the world and you've discarded your armor and your blinders and you see the world as it is, as most people see it which in our reality makes that it, everything is measured and gauged depending only on popularity. We are in an age of pop and the king of it died to give birth to it as Sir William Withey Gull once did to deliver this old age and

we're in atlantis and the sky cracks open over us, the sea parts its way and we see the aboves and it feels like we're in a hall of mirrors for we see the belows and everything is in alignment and it's the same in all the differents it can be in

a haze drowning us, silently while we chase the dragon we die more for each dream for time moves slowly in there and while we gain knowledge of that world, our presence dwindles in reality as it grows in our dream, walking the streets in india, china, driving all across south america with a bike, on a bus in north america, doing the physical motion the men and women who inspired us did it and we know we don't do it for enlightenment, we don't do it because we want to be these facilitators of inspiration, we don't even hope because we know it has nothing to do with what was written, how it was percieved and interpreted by us

we just want to see what they saw and compare it with what they created and then we'll build our world

[East Coast Hustle]

Top notch, as usual.

When you gonna compile your stuff and get it published?

[Cramulus]

god DAMN I love your writing

I've said it before, but it has such a familiar quality

like it could be my own stream of consciousness


especially the ending --

doing the physical motion the men and women who inspired us did it and we know we don't do it for enlightenment, we don't do it because we want to be these facilitators of inspiration, we don't even hope because we know it has nothing to do with what was written, how it was percieved and interpreted by us

we just want to see what they saw and compare it with what they created and then we'll build our world

you've nailed it - there is a chasm between seeking wisdom and seeking to share wisdom

I'm remembering an art-school girlfriend who was taught how to paint using the exact same brush strokes as the Masters. In hopes that she'd somehow gain a bit of their souls. So people might study her work in class one day, I guess.


Brings to mind what what Siddhartha said about teachings

[East Coast Hustle]

I usually don't dig stream-of-consciousness writing at all, but that's because hardly anybody who does it is worth a crap at it. Now I'm wondering if my standards aren't just unreasonably high because of being treated to Sepia's stuff over the last 5+ years.

[Doktor Howl]

I usually don't dig stream-of-consciousness writing at all, but that's because hardly anybody who does it is worth a crap at it. Now I'm wondering if my standards aren't just unreasonably high because of being treated to Sepia's stuff over the last 5+ years.

This.

I hardly ever comment on Sepia's stuff, but I read every bit he posts, and I enjoy it immensely. 

[Phox]

I usually don't dig stream-of-consciousness writing at all, but that's because hardly anybody who does it is worth a crap at it. Now I'm wondering if my standards aren't just unreasonably high because of being treated to Sepia's stuff over the last 5+ years.

This.

I hardly ever comment on Sepia's stuff, but I read every bit he posts, and I enjoy it immensely. 

I feel the same. It's always an interesting read, but I generally don't have anything to say about it.

[P3nT4gR4m]

I usually don't dig stream-of-consciousness writing at all, but that's because hardly anybody who does it is worth a crap at it. Now I'm wondering if my standards aren't just unreasonably high because of being treated to Sepia's stuff over the last 5+ years.

This.

I hardly ever comment on Sepia's stuff, but I read every bit he posts, and I enjoy it immensely. 

Me too. I still remember the first time Sepia posted after I joined here. Blew me away. Stream of consciousness, done right.

Found it

[Sepia]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it. I know I've been saying something's on its way but now it actually is, it's just sitting there for one final revision before it turns into something else and it will no longer be mine, but it's still coming.

[Murmur]

Very impressed!  Keep it coming!

[Jenne]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it. I know I've been saying something's on its way but now it actually is, it's just sitting there for one final revision before it turns into something else and it will no longer be mine, but it's still coming.

We will all welcome with joy any publication you do with your wonderful words, Sepia.