lust for light

Nini knew the necessity of taking rebirth. They'd been over the details countless times. It was just that the earth was such a heavy place! The dense atmosphere, the trace brain functions, the compunctions of the diverse populace of people, disconnected from the source of love and light. First, she'd live the humiliation and helplessness of a tiny baby, then all the childhood problems...puberty! The loss of memory to desire; the dangers of addiction to any of the myriad of earthside substances... the innumerable traps of the ego. If only she were going to a conscious family, one that remembered the source of who they were.
"It's essential that you become conditioned to the belief systems of your nation, Nini," continued the Lama. "How else can you explain them to others? You have to be born a part of it. Your reformulated karmic streams, the strange dreams and love that will compose your life, require a birth in a country that worships both freewill and technology. Stuff happens, kid, the joys and sorrows that you experience will help you remember your higher purposes. Earth and its universes are places of balance. Equally positive, equally negative, down there you must have dark to see the effects of light.
"Now, earth's dangerously out of balance. Yet the things that would destroy them are the very things that will save them, in a new form, of course. We need all the enlightened minds we can get, reformulating the thought streams, the karmic schemes, the strange dreams and subatomic particles that materialize as life on earth." "Lust for Light."

Random, Perfect, Rearrangable Views

Film frames, holographic parallax plays, repositioning our angle of view. Hey you! Over there! Drifting universe, firmament of green grass, transparent windows, summation of synonyms for the personal dissolving and evolving and involving into the promise of burnt language.

We are all one! Only the tongues separate us.

The pale man in leather sings. Touched to my (kundalini) root by your voice,

shared origins and borrowing, all falls away.

The organ: the origin of speech, tremolo, celestial and erotic tongue

patterning spells of music.

Move me oh muse,

eliminate the basic procreative rules

so we may meet on thunder.

The rain pours down,

a discomforting sound,

willows weep,

the window sills' seep,

the radiator rattles steam,

a jungle of potted plants dance,

voyeurs caught in clay.

"LUST FOR LIGHT"

By Nini Tantrini and her Horses

Lust for Light" is about Vincent Van Gogh in Paris and Arles; and his reincarnation, Nini Tantrini, an artist and tantric magician in San Francisco in the 1960's and '70's. Tantra and sexuality, communal living, altered states of consciousness, sources of creative energy, and the manipulative power of collective consensus and the media are themes running throughout the poetic narrative.