Junto ao rio

  Bem junto ao rio,

Onde estou, quero ficar...

Bem junto ao rio,

Onde estou, quero ficar...

E o meu amor espera por mim 

Junto ao cais 

Junto ao rio 

Sinto a voz a sangrar

As nuvens negras do céu

As ondas sujas do mar

Junto ao rio

Sinto a morte no peito

A luz suja dos becos

No grito amargo dos bebedos

Junto ao rio

Sinto a alma a morrer

No bafo podre das docas

No corpo das putas do cais

Mas eu quero ficar, eu quero morrer...

... aqui.

Gobekli Tepe, neolithic raves and the ideal festival

 The human experience inaugurated in Gobekli Tepe was the fixation of space in movement.

That meant people would make pilgrimage and gatherings there for some time. It was obviously a religious event, but had the mark of festival: a get together to enjoy life in the fullest .

This is a part of the heritage to sedentary life coming to us from that "Temple of the Watchers." 

And so, all the way through History of the last 10,000 years, the religious festivals were widely spread around the world alongside the expansion of agriculture, from the Fertile Crescent, to Europe and the other continents. 

Just as the more thoroughly studied neolithic causewayed enclosures in Britain, Glastonbury or Stonehenge.

Ravers should take this into account.

First there was a transmission of cosmic knowledge, about the sky and starlore and their relation with life on this planet, humans in particular. So the condition for the party was, and should be, the initiation in the mysteries. 

So, the first days of the ideal festival should be without music, with structured lectures on the sky and the structure of life, including the structure and dynamics of the human body. With these preparatory day, ravers would be getting to know each other before the dancing, that way avoiding the negative side of the total anonymity and stranger-ness of the dance floor. Two days of lectures (on the fixed things, and on the transitory) and gathering by the fires, maybe one day of internal work, silence and fasting, then the "game" could begin, with up to 6 days of raving.

This is the raver code: 1. Know your astronomy. Learn to call and feel the sky. That will give you guidance. Start with North, and simply be there for a while, as that is the axis point of Earth.

"Come on you ravers, you seers of vision"!

Be stirred like the primordial waters by the divine finger! 

Ezra Pound (1885–1972)

(From Portraits, VII)

 

Me happy, night, night full of brightness; 

On couch made happy by my long delectations; 
How many words talked out with abundant candles; 
Struggles when the lights were taken away; 
Now with bared breasts she wrestled against me,         
                Tunic spread in delay; 
And she then opening my eyelids fallen in sleep, 
Her lips upon them; and it was her mouth saying:
        Sluggard! 

In how many varied embraces, our changing arms, 

Her kisses, how many, lingering on my lips.         
“Turn not Venus into a blinded motion, 
        Eyes are the guides of love, 

Paris took Helen naked coming from the bed of Menelaus, 

Endymion’s naked body, bright bait for Diana,” 
        —such at least is the story.         

While our fates twine together, sate we our eyes with love; 

For long night comes upon you 
                        and a day when no day returns, 
Let the gods lay chains upon us 
                        so that no day shall unbind them.         

Fool who set a term to love’s madness, 

For the sun shall drive with black horses, 
                earth shall bring wheat from barley, 
The flood shall move toward the fountain 
        Ere love know moderations,         
        The fish shall swim in dry streams. 

 

No, now while it may be, let not the fruit of life cease. 
         Dry leaves drop their petals, 
                    their stalls are woven in baskets, 
        Today we take the great breath of lovers,         
                    tomorrow fate shuts us in. 
 
Though you will give all your kisses, 
                        you give but a few.” 

 

Nor can I shift my pains to other 
        Hers will I be dead,         
If she confers such nights upon me, 
                    long is my life, long in years, 
 
If she give me many, 
        God am I for the time. 

O homem é aquele ser que a natureza polariza de forma mais extrema.
Novalis

Amor não será amor, se não vier
Com doudices, desonras, dissensões,
Pazes, guerras, prazer e desprazer.

Perigos, línguas más, murmurações,
Ciúmes, arruídos, competências,
Temores, nojos, mortes, perdições.

Estas são verdadeiras penitências
De quem põe o desejo onde não deve,
De quem engana alheias inocências.

Mas isto tem amor, que não se escreve
Senão donde é ilícito e custoso;
E donde é mais risco, mais se atreve.

(LVC, Écloga II)

A humanidade existia abundante na natureza, arquetipizada pela nossa espécie. E o mundo penetrava-nos em toda a nossa natureza (substantiva e específica).

harpes et luthes!