I met a traveller from an antique land who tried to sell me a red Ming Chinese vase When refused, he tried to slip in a King’s Hand I finally bought a canine figurine, and some la la la las (Just to get out of there)
Lady Google appraised my new figurine It was of Rani Shakerweenie I was flagged by the NSA for being ESP obscene The antique dealer had set me up completely
Anansi Spyder Nought-Not-Seven Held me at the Bay for interrogation He was clearly upset about the Rani figurine But how do you water board a guy who’s been drowning for 37 years?
His pal, the Dove, put on a black bandana Shish Kebeb came along for the ride Along with a Spetsnaz hussar, this crazy guy who made all his pilots buzz the air towers pre landing
Let’s not talk about Emmanuel, and his light signals Or Eloy too… All I know is that the Rani once was a Raja, who threw big, grand balls for all his party guests And now she accuses dead wood of being inbred
I don’t get why Mad D calls me a tosser when the Rani is clearly tossing them all over
Maybe I should ask the chef to explain Michael is his name And he makes a mean sushi (Just ask Ktulu… Or Ningen Isu)
(Oh, did I roll on the chess board again, and move a pawn up the ladder? Check mate! No, I mean Uno!!! Oh, hold on! Were we playing Monopoly this whole time? You owe me 200… adjusted for inflation)
The dying echoes of a dead god cut through this reality like a hot butter knife Apparently it starts with a BANG!
They search for staff and rod Agamemnon ‘s inheritance and his true wife Eris crafted her tang
I AM, sang the bush, while the Nile flooded It seems like they didn’t fish out all His parts Another failed Game of Operation
They do not like to hear Him sing They would rather put dead words to paper These are much easier to manipulate
So let’s drug the echo and record his words And when he declares the sign of Jonah Let’s wait until we see a flying whale
Until then – eat, drink and make merry And kick the jester down if you feel unhappy For it is always a good idea to shoot the messenger (when you’re in your Cups)
A vision of The Last Judgment is not for the faint of heart So it’s a good thing that mine Has nearly come all apart
The Judge was sick, the Judge was ill He couldn’t sit up, his last will ‘o wisp resolve animated his last leg And he kept crying, ‘you just have to beg.’
‘Bet mich abisele,’ the accused sang While she pulled out her shiny carving knife He lay there bleeding on top of the hill Begging anyone near to end his life
The closest thing he saw to a Good Samaritan Was a Stone Temple Pilot, out on a mission Singing of Big Bangs and Orange Crushes While Isis shredded Osiris’ heart in the rushes
They carved him up and served him around With nary a ‘beg your pardon’ It was supposed to be bread… Not the judge’s flesh But the humans had forgotten how to tresh
So the Bull of the Vultures put down his leg One final ‘shoo’ to all the feeders around It turned out that the big toe was his gavel And so there then was the Last Judgment pronounced
‘Human love is but a lie’ The jury nodded and sighed ‘Their one redeeming quality is to cheat and deceive’ The jury wondered if he was now high ‘Let us leave them to their own device Let us cut off their apron strings and take our flight When they summon hell, then let us watch if they can cheat the Devil out of his key and lock’
first date in oven I turned up the heat ‘love-me-not, or forever’ (you who first anointed me ‘Crazy Eyes’)
I didn’t cook her goose just wanted to talk |she wanted medium rear|
‘you’re too smashed my love’ she said with a shove ‘bangs don’t suit my face at all’ (poet’s note – Hair bangs…. I realize now that a lot of my words have been prone to misinterpretation)
the fox served me up with a spoon of M*A*S*H but forgot about the bread
her voice in my head “bang bang babe you’re dead it’s omelettes for you, dear”
‘To be or knot too? Alas, poor Yorick’ Is what I should have sung
but, this came instead – The Count Dracula and a tall vault of ketchup
/disengaging Johnny Walkers. equipping Kevlar. entering ‘sedok… nah’ mode/ ?! Punctuation error!? -compensation in progress … Adjusting for inflation … please wait …
(so who really knows how the story really goes, yeah? when Big Bang Mama is a crash crash crash?)
No Shit Sherlock Is still lost within the wall within the firewall within the wall searching for the Sauce … Sheh sheh sheh… Beijing Forbidden and kinky now that it has lost its monkey
The Emperor is in exile Sitting by the pig stile Stiletto heels by his side A fading and broken memory of a promise and a Hot Wheels ride With broken brakes and a fast moving lady
The King has been freed He was broken out of hell The only problem is he isn’t doing very well Coz the Emperor’s living in exile and he’s a loyal liege man The problem is, this King is too old school
The Emperor commands But they still play by the rules Even though it’s Anarchy who is ruling the roost Disorder cheats, but the Emperor does too And the King, he don’t know what to do no more
Design your banners and ride to war Morri old girl, you can do with some more The T-man Banda ride fast and hard But the King’s still playing with an old deck of cards They made me play chess and I rolled the dice It was Turtle eyes And surprise surprise I saw you there with a pair of new heels Saying ‘Shoo Shoo Shoo,’ but let’s first sheikh , and then we shall see
I brought her into the oven with me She said that she liked it medium rare She thought she’d tricked me into not cooking her But didn’t you know dear It was me that was going to be served Mad Love, with two pounds of flesh Mashed taters, peas, but she’d forgotten the bread Until half past the last supper And John insisted on just having some water
To accompany
Love finished her meal gluten free She tried to cover it up but she’d already finished her gravy And Mad, she took me home for the night And trust me, lads, I was put in quite a plight Seven hills to be conquered, and there was an eight one too And when it was over she said ‘You lying bastard, fuck you!’ You see, I was in way way over my head I’d forgotten the script, and I think that I’m dead Or locked up in hell with the rest of the crew They call it Earth now, what a hullabaloo
To be or not to be? Am I what I feel? I feel nothing now And Oblivion’s my number one Just ask Tiny Montgomery or Big Tom Thumb They’ll tell you that she’s the lady I’ve been wooing Since the day I was born, still born Pining for a dawn that never comes My darling Oblivion
Shah mat, check mate’, frozen King That’s why I roll die on those and run away from rings Just ask Diane Bode -Never Snake Eyes Why you tell them la la la la lies About my Crazy Ay Ay Ay Ay Ays? (Oh da Hora🙈)- The Emperor is in exile And the King don’t know what to do It’s the seven lords now up against their eight fools … And I rushed in
Ride on Sir Percival And give the Fisher King A bottle of bread Before he’s dead The world is round But the universe is a ring And Tiny Montgomery says “hello Let’s go for a ride, you crazy thang”
… sans piano wire
*in exchange for a secret
Old Dirty Harry He’s been two timing as Avalokiteshvara … ‘Vice’ commander of the Entertainment Division
Moonlighting And proud of it too Oh Buddha, Et tu? Et tu?
!!and Loki’s having the time of his life
playing around with Skadi and her very edgy shoes
Ymir would like to dance too, but perhaps a Blue Danube Waltz this time
while All Father hands over the Hunt to a fresh young Jotun…
heim heim! Him???!!???? But Pierrot can only mime!!! (and he’s got a screw or three loose)
*
Admiral T Might be asleep An Emperor of Nothing But he still runs a pretty tight ship Dreaming of a jump, a hop and a skip
Even though he’s set a crash course for Oblivion
He just needs his compass to point @somethingreal 🧭 He just needs to take a splash in a live whorly whirl 🧼 But all he sees are ghosts and demons 😈 👻 And green with too much clove and cinnamon 🍵 And Apollo’s fillet snake too, since he didn’t start with the Odyssey🪄 (Stolen by Chryses apparently 😼 Though, We all know We all know We all know … It was Bright Eyes all along🤩
Just ask Pontus pilaté (after his morning workout)🕺🏾 And Pilates too🚣🏾♀️ … Aeschylus knew a thing or too👓 before the Good Book🌞 And he won a tripod or two 💃💃🏽💃🏼 (Probably) At a Bacchic fiesta 🪅
Sans el cucaracha 🐓 🚬 Because they hadn’t yet learned to blow their horns 🎺 Though they sure did know how to lock them 🐂 )
FIN (landing that ending with a Kalevala going up 👍🏽)
I woke up a little later than usual this morning. My body felt like someone was sitting on it… Someone big and heavy. My lungs were whistling. They haven’t done that for a while. I found it hard to breathe… Until I the bird to the ceiling fan
‘F you, and F the world. I quit!’ I also wished them luck, with some parting advice, ‘ What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.’ And there was something about laughing hyenas as well…
After that, I watered the two orchids. They have some friendly rivalry going on between them. The smaller one needs some encouragement to grow. The lemon grass is almost dead, but I’m doing my best.
I boiled some water and added it to the filter, for my breakfast… Which has only consisted of coffee these past few days.
I then sat on my chaise longue (on which I’m on almost all day long, during this past month), and closed my eyes. I turned my eye inwards, because ‘f off world’ and all that…
I met the Child, that kid who performed surgery on me a long long time ago, in the world of no deception, where courtesy is a curiosity, since the people there have never needed to know it. I decided that it was time to put myself back together. He took a look of me, and said that he didn’t remember cutting apart so many pieces. Anyway, he then took out a freaking drill, and put on a cooking apron, and winked at me.
We floated to my lake, filled with star dew.
“This place is good,” he said, while the universe shone.
The reinsertion began, but then somebody started playing music outside after a few minutes in, and I started to feel very sad and cry. I don’t know why.
We decided to take a break. I brushed my teeth, took a leak, washed my hands and mixed my coffee, after straining out all of that yucky cream.
When I came back to the lake, the child surgeon was waiting, with his assistants.
He shoved his fingers through my ears and then blew through them. He used a saw to cut open my abdomen and took out a wreath, from which he made confetti rain.
He took out some metal plates from my elbows and replaced them with something. He pulled my heart out, put it in a kitchen pot along with some salt and pepper, water, assorted herbs and spices. He made me drink it. I choked a little at first.
I should not have mentioned ‘bowel wash,’ because it seemed to give him a new idea. The solution he used felt quite hot.
He gave me a new eye, brought by the wind. I have four now.
I will not say where he put the tree, but the wind was very happy about it.
His assistants hung me on a clothesline, and blew… Not like big bad wolves… I had fun dancing around while being strung out to dry.
He used a giant mallet to fasten on some button things near my left waist.
He pulled out a piece of his hair, and threaded a needle to stitch something up. He asked his big tree assistant for some leaves, and shoved his hand into the open wound in my stomach. I think he put something in there, after which he bandages it with those leaves.
He seemed to take delight in nursing the follicles on my scalp, and electrifying my beard. (I have been feeling too tired to shave).
I don’t know if I feel more whole now. If there were parts of me in here now that were missing, the child did such a good job that I can’t even tell. I wonder when the anesthesia will wear off.
(I’m just going to come out and admit it now. Some of my poems are crafted from visions I sometimes receive. I have been having more of them lately, and all with a remarkable degree of control and clarity. I know that this sounds crazy. I know that I sound crazy, which is why I usually try to cover them up. I don’t care any more! I wanted to do this in verse, since the blog title is ‘Blog inVERSE, but I think this journal post still might work, as inverse?)
I woke up the muses yesterday ☕ They came here carrying power tools 🪚🔥 Borrowed from a mound of lyres and their lutes 🪦
They sawed and cut and drilled to a lay 🎶 sung about lochs and locks, chains and fools 🤡🥸 Calliope, gotta say, you look cute 🥰
(I’d never have guessed chainsaws could look so good — red handle and guard, whirring blue blade… Wow! Tres fashionable 💃🪭🔥)
🎶
I am not who I was🫠 I am who I will be😶🌫️ I was what I am🫣 I was what I’ll be🤯 I am Tanmay🤒 (whoever he is)👣 🔎
🎶
🪘🎻🥁
🎵
I tried to open the gates from the inside💨 (Didn’t budge) I tried to open the gates from the outside🤺 (Didn’t budge) So I became the gates🧙 and then felt my chains💔 (The keys were useless)
🎶
And now I’m burning💨💥 (I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you along with a cult of blue oysters You wanted a beacon, L Hope it’s not my pyre -T)
👯🕺👯
And now I’m burning🥵
🥁🥁🥁
The chains can –abcde f off — (like the gale sang) while the molten gate flows through the links (But Calliope, more anesthesia and bandages or I’ll end up gilding King Tut) 🧟🫅
🏄🏍️🧗♀️🌄
Old friends Let’s catch up once they’ve broken me out of here 🍹
(Shorty, do you still have that trillion horsepower engine?) 🐎 ⛓️ (I think we might need it)
😣🙏
🤕
{And to the rest of you involved in this comedy of greedy errors-
Stop trying to cage Existence … You can’t … But you can let it burn within you… Free… And feel something new And warm Instead of gazing at it lying dead in the Deep Freeze Or twinkling weakly in an artificial sky}
/The gate is always open. The chains are new. But yeah, I don’t want them./
(not much of a poem, I know. Felt the need to share this. Words not flowing today. Maybe there’s a reason for that … And this. I never learned to dance… But it sure seems like I can sometimes.)
(Hello, long time. I’ve shifted my house… I thought that it would be temporary… Let’s see.🙈 I was planning to write a ghazal, which could be read both ways, but this thing came out instead. Make of it what you will. )
Day: Sunny 🔆-Tanmay 😎
! Can you _ look _ far up? How far on? Vault on? /You can. Look! Up far!Pharaoh? No, love no!/ Stellar? No more? Try to hear it!Sol on? /Ah! Let’s roam on. No lost truth. I +try(?) -Tire(?) !Tyre(?) &Flat(!)/ ///TRYER!!! ///
/Lotus – desire seed? Sleep ! So😵💫 mad lies, no?/ No? #🫣🤔 Depends on your eyesight#
Tar is a weight. Ashes dissolve. And blood… /Dull budding – a loss.- The ease hour. There was a rat./ All that… and I shed my own. Red paled on, /No, I’m designated. Law: delay per (mur)der/
vanished in the water. Except for Sea /SFX-Spectre towered. Need Sea-NAV/ One of Seven, drowning. In Hell, (it) rained on… /Then air? Learning (breathing) words. It was for now, no?/
The sun shines, even when both eyes are closed /Nice! And I sewed. Never even knew though. Besides Ra, the souk./ There’s flowing water in Hell. (i) Floated on /No Dettol. Flower near. Tau. Night woe, flies Earth/
Middle land now (then) . Paraiah makes (made) judgment
/Higher up won then? All dells dim!!! Telling them… Judge (yourselves, but first see)/
without voice. He stands still ~ like blank canvas~ Paint what you will on Tanmay. (Bwoke da wules in dis cuplet on pwapos!)
(How are you? I have been reading some of your posts. I haven’t interacted due to some things I am dealing with right now. I hope to be more active here in the future.
I know the poem is weird. I think that there are a few people who’ll be able to get it, but I also hope that everyone can find something to enjoy in it. If you want me to elaborate on any of my lines then let me know with a comment. I don’t always understand everything I write at the moment I finish writing them though. Thanks for reading, and for your support. I am truly touched 🥲)
PS: 666 in Greek is ZZZ…. Just saying… ☕ ( Is it six six six, or six hundred and sixty six in the earliest copies? Would that make a difference? Anyone know? This was just a stray last minute thought. Needs some verification… I’m going to hibernatemeditate again. Good night.)
[Warning: This is a long one, since the music videos are integral to this piece. I recommend that you read this only if you have some time to spare. I also recommend turning on the subtitles if they are available]
First off: the news
Without all the smoke and mirrors;
With some splendid views
And a bunch of crazy costumes
(You’re on, Deloraine)
We’ll be right back after a message from our sponsors
(Our sponsor is Smear Noff… What were you thinking?)
ZAP! CRACKLE!! BOOM !!!
Oh, where am I? How did I get here?
I’ll just ask that witch hunter there
Or maybe not… I’m wearing cotton
I’m very flammable and probably full of sin
After that, I felt the need
To partake in a magical deed
I swallowed a magical pill
And it didn’t make me ill
I shrunk and I grew a trunk
And ran amok while chasing smoking caterpillars
Until I came across some kind of mushroom
I grew big again
But then
I forgot my name
And then it came
‘Bruno’
Unfortunately, I was still trapped
In Wonderland far below
But then I saw dwarfs wearing safety hats
And said ‘hello’
I suddenly felt the urge to break out in song
But something seemed wrong
My voice… wasn’t as deep as I remembered
And the dwarfs responded with some gibberish
I suppose that it was dwarfish
Or maybe catfish
Just as I was about to respond
A troop (troupe?) of elves appeared
They did not just stand around
They threw me into a magic portal and everything disappeared
When I came to, I found myself in a safe cavern
No… it was Ye Olde Taverne
And outside, there was a violet moon
I nodded along to an old medieval tune
But alas, the Golden Horde soon found me
And carried me away to captivity
Their leader summoned me to give me some advice
And then set me free
I bid my goodbye and left to the nearest port
But I was thrown overboard when I tried to stowaway
I guess that it was just my lot
Since I’ve got no beard
I was so distraught that I stepped into an alternate reality
Where Metallica actually sounded jazzy
I ended up be bop dancing
With a redhead dressed in newfangled technicolor
I didn’t think my back could take the pressure
But apparently there was a puppet master
Pulling my strings
But that didn’t matter
Because
I was now
Comfortably numb
I know that this state won’t last for long
Things will soon get better
Or worse
But that’s not going to last long either
Until eventually something does forever
(I have been finding it hard to do anything. I feel so tired all the time. I think that it’s because I’m getting hardly any deep sleep. I’m dreaming most of the time. I can’t remember any of my dreams but I know that it’s happening… a lot. Scenes last from a few seconds to a few minutes before melding into another, with barely any continuity. I remember that, though I don’t remember the actual dreams. It’s strange how my brain works. I will get down to reading all your wonderful poems and essays tomorrow (probably late afternoon.) Please forgive my tardiness. I feel the need to get into a certain state of mind when reading here, and I require a decent level of alertness. I don’t want to just skim through your posts, though I confess that I have done that a few times… Very few times. Which is why I don’t rush things any more, and take a break when I don’t feel up to it. It’s better this way. This also means that some of your posts get lost in my Reader feed. I can’t think of an optimal solution.
I forgot to explain what this post is. I was trying to psyche myself into becoming more alert by keeping my mind occupied with various things. I tried to paint (my first ever actual painting… I didn’t last fifteen minutes. I restrung and played my guitar… Lasted a little longer. I then ended up taking a trip with Youtube’s ‘recommended’ algorithm. Coupled with writing this, it took me a good two hours. If you like it, I can do more of these. There are a lot of interesting music videos out there now, and I enjoyed the exploration.
I messed up with the tenses….it happens, even though it shouldn’t. I would try to correct this usually, after noticing it… but not now.)
The wind whispers As I scream I draw us a dream On digital canvas
2.
Pixelated illusions Give voice to her While we run Chasing the clouds
3.
Stopped by ocean waves Standing on shifting ground There was a man once Who could walk on water
4.
It’s hard to believe In His human incarnation Can this flesh withstand A perfect being?
5.
I stand waist deep In the water Being immersed in sky or ocean Depending on your perspective
(‘Immersed’ is the literal translation of my name. Though it is usually meant in the context of immersed in the Godhead, or something along those lines. I have had a stable day today. I usually do not like boring days like this, when I’m too tired to create things I like, but I’m so exhausted from the Highs and lows of the past two weeks. And WordPress is making my account unsubscribe to some people’s blogs. I don’t know how or why yet)
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