Journal Entries
Dream Stream
Posted Nov 8, 2011
So, last night I said to myself, that self who is the ghost of my wise self 
, that imaginary friend that walks around with me, drinking coffee in the cafes that exist in the valleys and roadstops of my brain, who says inspiring things to me, even if it doesn't mean them .. huh? 
erm ... I said to myself,
And my Wise Self replied
.
And then it said and it told me to write the Dream Stream in my journal, every now and then, as if it were the painting of my life, written with joy, from my heart.
And maybe sometimes people might come in and offer me ideas from their dream stream, which, in turn will inspire me, but its OK if they don't, because in fact I get a bit shy anyway, and I would rather just write this and then run away. 
.
And if a poem or a story comes out of it, then I can send it to the Post, but if it doesn't, the extractor fan in the bathroom will like me anyway.
So, from now on, these journal postings will be fragments from the Dream Stream.
(Written within the bounds of House Rules, of course, and edited accordingly, and with good intention, and zap me if I fail).
Discuss this Journal entry [11]
Latest reply: Nov 8, 2011
Spirits and Time Passing
Posted Sep 1, 2010
Dear Space and Time Spirits ... ..
I am having a very intense time right now .. this time is very beautiful in its intensity ..... and poetic ... and deep .....and I need to write .. and write .. and write .. and write .. ..
Having been clearing out the family home for days and hours and weeks ..) I have many spirits and word paintings flutering in and out of my soul ...
.... and many thoughts about old photographs .. and memories ... and echoes .... and dust particles ... ......and story-cycles .. and transformations ... and stories turning into spirit ...
...so I am going to start to jot down some lists and word paintings here over the next few days .... as a sort of healing/creative process .... and see where it takes me ..... 
firstly ...
during this curious and intense time I have been listening to my Philip Glass CD of Rumi poems set to music .....included on this CD is the Rumi verse entitled Spirits ....
and I quote .....
<<>> ...... Rumi/Spirits
which I had never heard before till I acquired this CD ... so I've just listened to it over and over .....
.....and all the spirits of my ancestors .. and emotion-spirits and poetry-spirits (and some other spirits ...of strangers I never met before .. )... are sort of flying in and out of my soul ..
....except ...with me ....they fly in and out of the top of my head .....rather than through a window in the centre of my chest ...
wonder if that's OK?
...have to ask Rumi ..
or you guys ... .... or my ancestors ... or those passing stranger-spirits .... ... or the Spirit of Poetry ... or The Spirit of Dust Particles ... ....
maybe I should wear a hat ... ... but then the spirits couldn't fly in and out ...and that would make me sad ....or mad ... or glad .... hmm
talk to me spirits of poetry and beauty!
or send cupcakes 
Discuss this Journal entry [14]
Latest reply: Sep 1, 2010
TheCafe
Posted May 29, 2009
Dear Diary and fragments of Self .. and anyone looking for coffee who might happen to stumble upon this page ....
I sit here .. in this Cafe ... writing in my notebook .... ...
This is a thin and scruffy (yet somehow heartfelt) attempt to give back something to h2g2 .... so that I can - with an almost-purged conscience - continue to range barefoot 
- yet somehow concealed 
- through the magnificence of its pages and stages ..
It would perhaps be more constructive to offer my contribution in a more direct way ... even if its just to write to The Post 
to thank everyone for the fine and inspiring magazine (because I do read it ... ) .... or offer some input ... even a contribution ..or gratitude for inspirations ..to the AWW .....(because I do read it ...) but for now this is where I am once again called to reside ... until my intelligence levels have been fully assessed by the dream spirits ... .. 
hey biker ...
so all I have right now as my contribution to h2g2 are these scruffy almost-shiny fragments of Mind and Memory ... which I will lay down here every now and then ... only this time I will attempt to edit the panic attacks 
and extracts from my incomprehensible novel written in purple dream blood ... because that is so like boring ..... 
... even to an audience of virtual chocolate teapots ... 
... what?????? how did they get there? 
so I leave h2g2 for six weeks to live as a total recluse in a remote lighthouse ..somewhere on the rocky shore of my brain ... eating canned pears and 
s ...to write an incomprehensible novel in purple dream-blood .. .... and when I return I find that the h2g2 world is overrun with hamsters and chocolate teapots .. which proves that it is worth leaving the lighthouse every now and then .... to visit this remarkable planet ...... .... (I think) ... .....
and for anyone looking for coffee who might happen to stumble upon these pages .... please do not feel the necessity to respond .. unless you want to leave me fragments of lemon biscuits and crumbs of inspiration ... but you are already doing that by being part of h2g2 .. because you now know that I still lurk amongst your pages and stages ... to steal all your ideas and images ... not ... ahem .. as if .... ...
if you feel the need to challenge the above paragraphs ... to say <I don't think so cactuscafe my little friendly friend ... this is just an excuse to print out hundreds of hamsters and chocolate teapots that you have just discovered in the smiley list .....(how did they get here???? )...
oh OK then .. you are right ... .... but the above attempt at conscience purging is also true ... ... OK .. on with the show ....... .. everything here written in biro is written by me .. except when it is really good ..... ... and sounds like it is held together with something more reliable than raw faith and chewing gum ..... then its written by someone else in which case I'll credit it .... welcome to The Cafe ... mine's a double espresso please .. thankyou ..... .. .....
And who is the learner?
And who is the sage?
And who writes these words
That appear on the page?
And who dreams of violins?
Who sings the tune
(that runs through my head
on a strange afternoon)?
And who is the questioner
Who the reply?
And who will I be
When I cease to ask why?
And who .........
????????????????????????????????
to be continued ????????????????? (unless anyone has the Answer .. ) ....
hmm
Discuss this Journal entry [77]
Latest reply: May 29, 2009
Fraktal Daktyl
Posted Jun 10, 2007
Chapter One
The journals of an almost young poemseeker ...
A NDE (Near Death Experiment) in word ... and quite a lot of dots ......
Herewith the dust and dandy of all my criss cross ways ...
These are my brain windmills as they spin (unedited) through dream diagrams......
This are my in the brain-fields of sunhaze yellow June light ...
a congregation of entities ...
a strange low humming in the bones of the window pane ..
my new maps .. my yowl and my yay !
my inspiration and delicate survival on the stage of this theatre of (so-called) worldliness, which attempts to spike me with its tired and oh so weary rituals of hate and its definitions of order....
and that other worldliness ! that wonder-worldliness !...which infuses me with its silken bewildering beauty and its tapestry of ineffable and breathless vibrations of holiness in the joyzone ..
Chapter Two
NDE
And also and also and also this ....
All these growling prowling days in the masterpiece of Lionland ..
All these invitations from The Muse to live again in the liquid rhythms of No Exit (7) ..
'Chaos Inexpressible' you say to me, as we cruise through the endless urban tunnels of the Northwest Dream-Sector ....
Where the Magik-Angelo graffiti galleries melt into the wide wide awesome eyes of the Dangerbug that is scuttling through Purple Cubes ...
And yet ... despite the heavenly exotica all this outlaw ingenuity ... I see behind mine eyes ten billion babywing cartoon cherubs fluttering and flitting through the Kingdoms of the Newzone ...
and a peculiar inncence pervades my veins ...
some call it Pax ....
(I call it Afterlight in the Afterlife ....)
..........................
please send me extra dots .... or lists .. or scraps of missing dream symphonies .. or fragments of stamp collections .. or insect photos .. or Mexican shrines ... or your own halleluyah footprints through the dust and the trust of it all ...
or knock me (gently) on the head with a pink ice cream cone, and send me to the beach ..
hey ...
Helen
to be continued .. despite ...
Discuss this Journal entry [1026]
Latest reply: Jun 10, 2007
Broken Pieces (Of Inspiration)
Posted Mar 1, 2006
This morning I awoke and realised that my life's work is only just begining, and it will take the rest of my life to complete ---
All I have right now is broken pieces of inspiration, which I will lay down here, every now and again, as I feel that you folks, my AWW friends, are the ones who can caretake these pieces - if I never find the glue to unite them, its good to know that they were communicated, and perhaps you could fly them into the air on silver wings --
For me, the problem is trying to come to terms with the nameless, the ineffable, the very energy of Love itself, which rises like strange smoke from the canyon-void that seems to exist in between the absurdity and wonder of the images of 'reality' ---
if you know what I am talking about, please send me coffee and cake ----
This void, of course, might just be a crack in my own mind, but it makes me feel very loving, and ready to forgive, so I won't argue with it ---
This is all I have right now --
Somewhere between absurdity and visions of lost lunar light, there is a tiny crack through which filters some nameless mystery.
Somewhere between the science fiction fingerprints in the dust of my history and the deranged dinosaur dance of destiny, I will stand naked in a snowfall of bird-skulls and utter prayers into the vast echo......
to be continued ....... for the next 30 years, or however long I have --
thanks for being there -- cake please ---
Helen
Discuss this Journal entry [23]
Latest reply: Mar 1, 2006
cactuscafe
Researcher U1320388
Write an Entry
"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is a wholly remarkable book. It has been compiled and recompiled many times and under many different editorships. It contains contributions from countless numbers of travellers and researchers."