Sunday, May 21, 2017

Audiobook of Emerson's "Conduct of Life"

I've just wrapped up a large project, the audio recording of Emerson's "Conduct of Life." To say the least, recording my reading of these essays took a long time. They are available on my website both as Youtube videos and also MP3s:

 

http://www.perfectidius.com/conduct.html

 

I have been investing myself in a series of projects lately. I am recording afresh all my Ama hymns, I am finishing the Emilegends for my daughter Emilie, I am daily writing and perfecting the Allays, I finished a book of drawings, also available on my webpage, and I've finished a book of poems, same place.

 

I have determined what form the epic I write will take. I am preparing to write an epic, but first I hope to write a myth cycle as a cosmological backdrop to my world. I am also helping three friends edit and prepare their work for publication – so I've been busy!

 

Take Care, Caretakers,

 

Daniel Christopher June

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!

 

Saturday, May 20, 2017

An Allay on Fame

 

* 591 *

What does it mean to make a name for yourself? What is Fame? Our Self is our mystical Name, but our Name in the World comes from choice and circumstance. Our ideas reduce in time to epigrams; our life reduces to our epitaph; our deeds reduce to epithets; our influence nominates our groups and projects as eponyms. We gain formal titles such as "Doctor" or "Registered Nurse," and informal titles such as "the King of Barbecue." We take on the names of our office, as when I say, "I'm Daniel, Pine Rest's Peer Support Specialist." We inherit a set of nicknames, often playful and irreverent, but nevertheless telling, and often enough unfortunate. We gain a reputation for the deeds we publicize and the deeds we keep secret. A cloud of gossip and rumors surrounds us all; enemies may try to give us a bad name, and we may, if we are able, convert an evil altar, taking on the name of "Mormon" "Quaker" "Gay" or any of the other scowls meant to shame us as a badge of honor. Myths and legends compound themselves within our biographies and histories. A cluster of words surrounds our names: quotations, anecdotes, and also the judgments, praises and condemnations of others. If we gain a wide enough reputation, our influence becomes a school of thought ("Platonic philosophy") or an adjective ("Kafkaesque novel"). We may be referred to reverently or irreverently; our name becomes numinous and inspires awe or blasphemy. Kennings hide us and slant our face. Our Family name spreads genetically, our various relationships contain and situate us within a web, our spiritual name spreads through the deeds worthy enough to be nominated. In this way, we make a Name for ourselves, an enduring place in the phonosphere. If we are able to fully publish our inner Name, it will speak in this world and the next forevermore. Our eternal soul, as heaven, connects to the souls of other individuals and groups through our Spirit, our Name.

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!

 

Sunday, April 9, 2017

The Yes and Amen Song

I translated this once before, the intended ending to Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra. With spring sprung, I felt the vitality to translate it afresh.

 

Take care, Caretakers!

 

 

THE SEVEN SEALS: The Yes and Amen Song

(From Nietzsche's Zarathustra, a fresh translation by Daniel Christopher June)

 

1. If I am the prophet, full of the prophetic, bridging ocean to ocean, heaven's cloud bridging past and future, a foe to sultry plateaus, where abides those too weary to live or die -- my dark bosom eager for lightning's eager flash of redemption, pregnant with bolts that shout YES! that laugh YES! prophetic bolts of white bright lightning -- blessed this pregnancy! Long must I haunt mountains like a black cloak, I who shall deliver the kindling light of tomorrow: Oh! How can I but lust for Eternity, for the nuptial ring of rings, the Ring of Return!

For never have I met the woman worthy of my children, lest she be you, woman of my love: For I love you, O Eternity!

FOR I LOVE YOU, O ETERNITY!

 

2. If ever my wrath burst tombs, budged boundaries stones, broke tablets, and rolled them deep into the steeped depths; if every my mocking laugh dashed moldy words into the whispering wind, as I swept as a broom across the cross-marked spiders, and swept as a gust through moldy tombs; if ever I perched jubilant over old God's corpse – I, world-blessing; I, world-loving; laughing above the monument of world-slanderers -- for I adore churches and the tombs of gods once heaven gazes through their broken roofs with his purest eye; and I, like grass and poppies, perch on broken churches: Oh! How can I but lust for Eternity, for the nuptial ring of rings, the Ring of Return!

For never have I met the woman worthy of my children, lest she be you, woman of my love: For I love you, O Eternity!

FOR I LOVE YOU, O ETERNITY!

 

3. If ever one breath I breathed of inspiring breath, of heavenly necessity which bids even accidents dance their starry dances; if ever I laughed the laughter of inspiring lightning, followed by the grumbling obedience of the long-drawn thunder of the dead; if ever I threw dice with gods at the table of gods, as earth quaked and burst and snorted fiery floods -- for the earth is the gods' table, and trembles with inspiring new words, the throw of the gods: Oh! How can I but lust for Eternity, for the nuptial ring of rings, the Ring of Return!

For never have I met the woman worthy of my children, lest she be you, woman of my love: For I love you, O Eternity!

FOR I LOVE YOU, O ETERNITY!

 

4. If ever I downed drafts of foaming spiced mugs which blend all things; if ever my hand mixed farthest to near, fire to spirit, joy to pain, wicked to grace; if I myself am the grain of redeeming salt which blends all together in the spice-blended mug -- for such a salt blends good and evil, and even the blackest evil is fit spice for the great foaming over: Oh! How can I but lust for Eternity, for the nuptial ring of rings, the Ring of Return!

For never have I met the woman worthy of my children, lest she be you, woman of my love: For I love you, O Eternity!

FOR I LOVE YOU, O ETERNITY!

 

5. If I love ocean, and all ocean's kind, and love most when her fury scolds me; if the joy in searching which drives sails to search the unknown laughs also in me, if the seaman's joy is also my joy; if every my heart cried, "The Coast has gone, the last chain fallen from me! the boundless roars about me, space and time glisten, so laugh, Old Heart!" Oh! How can I but lust for Eternity, for the nuptial ring of rings, the Ring of Return!

For never have I met the woman worthy of my children, lest she be you, woman of my love: For I love you, O Eternity!

FOR I LOVE YOU, O ETERNITY!

 

6. If my virtue is the dancer's virtue, if I oft leap with both feet into golden delight; if my sarcasm is laughing sarcasm, home under rosy slopes, and hedges of lily -- for in laughter all evil melds, and, pronounced holy, absolves into bliss; if this is my alpha omega, which lightens 'heavy' and 'grave'; all body is dancer, all spirit is bird -- if yes! that's my alpha omega: Oh! How can I but lust for Eternity, for the nuptial ring of rings, the Ring of Return!

For never have I met the woman worthy of my children, lest she be you, woman of my love: For I love you, O Eternity!

FOR I LOVE YOU, O ETERNITY!

 

7. If ever I spread tranquil heavens above, and soared my wings through those heaves; if I swam playfully in the deepest distance, and freedom's bird-wisdom alighted my brow -- but bird-wisdom speaks: "Behold, there is no above, no below! Throw yourself in every direction, you who are light! Sing! Speak no more, but sing! Are not all words heavy and grave? Are not all words lies to us light ones? Sing! Speak no more!" Oh! How can I but lust for Eternity, for the nuptial ring of rings, the Ring of Return!

For never have I met the woman worthy of my children, lest she be you, woman of my love: For I love you, O Eternity!

FOR I LOVE YOU, O ETERNITY!

 

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

 

Friday, March 17, 2017

The Allays Complete!

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

 

Greetings!

 

I began writing what I now have named The Allays of Master Play, in October of 2015. After a fevered season of severe editing, I am proud to say my book is completed. You may access a PDF version of this book on my homepage here:

 

http://www.perfectidius.com/Allays.pdf

 

I am still working as a peer support at Pine Rest, and, though I have a four-year learning curve, nevertheless have made great progress in the job. I think after five years I will have mastered it.

 

Natalie has fully recovered from her neck injury (I began writing the Allays while tending her during her neck surger). Theron and Emilie are getting along beautifully. My next book will be the Emilegends. Recall I wrote the Natamyths for Natalie and the Therontales for Theron.

 

Take care, Caretakers!

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

 

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Allay about truth and lies

* 436 *

Only the best liar best tells the truth. The truth in itself is not compelling – often enough it is monstrous – and it is the man of persuasion who can convince to accept the truth, he knowing well enough how to make us accept anything at all. Thus Liar Lissidy is the protectress of the mirror womb. We confront her in our conversation with ourselves before the mirror, in pure reflective speculation – receiving intermixed comfort from Ama as we go so we keep our courage. Lissidy, protector of children, is maid Satan, mother Maya, Lord Liar, the ironical, the dream weaver. She alone can give us access to our inner name, not that she knows it, but that she blocks us from it, from our centermost, our Name, our innermost sun, the InAll.

Certainly we are used to accepting the truth through fictions, transcendental meaning through religious fables, mysteries through parables, stark reality through jokes, psychological insight through made up stories, numinous truth through preposterous myth. Truth is absurdity. The universe was created by laughter. Below even the deepest suffering and utter humiliation lies the smirk. Life is a game. And death is the deepest prank.

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!

 

Saturday, December 10, 2016

allay about belief

 

It is not so much that we believe in God but that belief is God. Let me be understood on this point, that belief cannot be willed but it can be commanded. And, being commanded, we obey involuntarily -- that is precisely what Master Intonation accomplishes. Deeper than doubt, we believe, all of it, every time, and even our disbelief is a means of believing so that a man confronts his own beliefs which stand before him with disavowed majesty. Who commands? God, belief itself, the belief beloved by which we are mastered unless we have the strength to so fully submit that we bend God back. Submission is mastery. The commanders of the game -- I coin them Aya -- are by nature anonymous, for the universe is commanded by a whisper. Belief belies, it cannot be faked, like love it is known even in disguise. A man passes for what he is. Money is money by belief alone -- a King a king by belief alone. What does not exist now that will one day exist eternally? It is already within us.

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

 

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Allays of Master Play Complete!

 

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

 

Greetings!

 

I've spent this year working over a scripture I entitle "Allays of Master Play." That book is done now.

 

An "Allay" is an "all – lay," or a poem that infuses all things together into mini-essays. A friend of mine challenged me to condense my writing into "a refined ghee," and so I have.

 

I write for neither fame nor fortune, but for the success of having made something perfect and glorious. In that regard, you may read this book and given any feedback you think might help. A PDF of it is available here:

 

http://www.perfectidius.com/Allays.pdf

 

Take Care, Caretakers!

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!