Zero = Infinity

The Paradox breeds

A Universe with Time

consciousness is the climax.

Now here you are

entangled with similar creatures

Glendo 30 Jan 2010

Captain's log Sunday.
High in the scree, Lattitude Bird
Holding Lattitude head towards Green Diamond and continue same distance again, reaching project dry arse "You could sit for an hour and your arse would still be dry"

Pedronaut boldly climbing in asics runners where no one has climbed before.

Aber Crombie Cardigan $49

David standing proud over his paving and thinking about economics.

2 Base Jumpers

Billy the goat savaged by the midgies last autumn, rest in peace billy.

The old man, who wrote poetry in his dying language that no one read, wrote or published anymore, slowly finished his lunch and put on his coat, keeping me waiting, my meter outside ticking like a metronome percussioning the sound-bed to an homerican odyssey in a day's journey, in a Joycean storybook. The details of the last potato, their back story, their ancestors from south america, survived the great hunger, the knife, the fork, their back story, their stainless steel progression through the iron age via bronze and tin and stone and wood and bone. The coat's synthetic fibres, the chair's seat revealed as he erected himself, the table cleared, the pretty waitor woman paid, my car's exhaust fumes blending with the cigarette smoke of the afternoon cafe chap's, cafe creme cigarillos. The conversations in the midst of all this getting here, led to 13 American men walking on the moon.

“Do you speak it yourself he asked”

“Not since I was twelve” I said

And held him, like i used to hold my grandmother, and led him outside to meet his maker; The Mirror, in the gutter's rainfallen puddle, reflecting the stars.

Absolute dominion 
over the surface
of the circles closing in 

Solitary cool and quiet

the internet was all around us

On a pale blue dot among the stars

where we met when I was 17

you were 23 or 35

speaking french or german

Witness to a human sacrifice above the

subterranean cosmology in Geneva

Solitary cool and quiet
Among "old men with broken teeth stranded without love"

ride passionate addictions past the darkness into the void

The first thing you'll learn is how to breath in and out

Now don't become a slave, don't drop your atomic load Little Boy

like a teenage douchebag shooting up a school

like Saudi Arabia, protector of The religion of peace, cooking up a famine

The Astronaut miscarried

The first known Alien is dead

Mohamed Bouazizi bought lunch and gasoline

I have a new blue smartphone” touching satellites

human hands reaching Voyager

Exploring love, war and hate

The Astronaut who touched me too

talked once more about her father

Off again about his eyes

and the fire in his heart.

I attempt re-entry but fade into you and your orbit

And I perform better at work

living the life not lived

like unborn

Out here we is fed and watered, dosed and housed
Sanctuary took a hold of me
I am man made flesh
Like Einstein,  Newton, Napoleon, Frank Spencer, I'm human
Body of Christ. Eamon

The morals originated from the Myths we made 
where we ran with wolves
long after our rendezvous with lobsters

The world originates from the world you will, this world your work of Art
set my bed on fire
I show you, I haven't taken to the bed with fairies in the head

Cauterize the melancholy, I show you resurrection,

Take me to see Star Wars, I show you Jelly Belly Theatre
Teach me Yoga Once I've mastered breathing in and out
take me into the insane limit of your hippy nonsense
Lets dance
Like a butterfly 

Solitary cool and quiet

seeking out a sanctuary for the evolved mind

and its knowledge of cancer

and the hazelwood philosophers "pluck till times and times are done"
the galaxies and black holes and the background microwave radiation

a star she cried, a satellite, the Borg, the Matrix

I seek to know you before my journey's end

in the forever instant

I've a home by the ancient well

on the sunlit side of the valley floor

I've two cars and a garage

a good pension

a cellar of Sparkling water

sparking conversation

I touched her insecurity

Solitary cool and quiet

sleeping outside her mahogany doors like a dog

laced by the window's lingerie mannequins

locked in a sphere of circular thoughts

reliving the meccan beholding of her bare ankles

Come again like a cat coming home

sit with the street's steel statue

Nirvana child. Through re-birth

In this further most moment into the future ever known.

re-assemble

from wavering wave

to Tsunami Supernova

I naval gazed further into the Universal Self

Where the re-birth starts

where particles come and go

in and out of existence

Solitary cool and quiet

watching the breeze go by

swirling leaves

and giant Cityscapes

were all around us

This is where the city goes

an empty lot in Las Vegas

this is where I find you

when i'm 17,

The bus gave me a hardon

with the doors in my ear

and eyes in your nipples

the song you sung
"Was wilder than moonlight"

like being, Here Before.

money transacted the country to Gordon Gekko

God ejaculates, a myriad humanity, mothers' men killing yemeni girl childs,

and Oedipus walking on the moon,

Some are born bereft of hunger,

some are born to the endless strife,

some are being "led to slaughters by placid admirals"

some get caged

some make the 54^th floor of a New York skyscraper

fortune favours the sober industrious soldier.

a chuckling buddhist knows, happiness flows

I seek shelter in prophetic poetic soundbite blurbs
and smitten, smugly meditate on infinite nothing words
"music is your only friend"

I touched her face

we carried on

The world

The quantum realm
The insurmountable bias
And long tracts about what could and should and ought to be

Time began, once upon a time, 13, 14 billion years ago
And the Idiot King lived happily ever after

I passed through the city on my way to the mountains,

to purchase some bottled Italian spring water.

I took a room on the main street, with a balcony,

to see the stars at night.

I freely spent money

to fend off Kafka and assert my delusions of grandeur.

In the City I can be anyone

Walking from Finglas to Glendaloch

meditating on a spool of wool knotted in all directions

representing the infinite arguments

and the unknottable knowledge of being.

I met Ealaín in the centre of the City

Art mused from her shiny skin

She took me in and told me about her boyfriends

One had sang, shamanding dance

Another had introduced her to Yahweh

One had tamed fire

Another was an Astronaut

There was a hedgefund manager

Her most recent was a bartender from the Jim Morrison museum

who went commando because Jim Morrison went commando

Then she implied me a worthless misogynist so I pulled up my pants and left

And left it to Dhana to give me good head.

Simultaneously I was elsewhere

Raglan Road or Grafton Street

IMMA or the IFC

The 4 courts or the 5 Lamps

A bar I don't know the name of and a similar cafe

Odysseus entangled in Dublin, Boom Boom Boom

Reaching for Glendaloch beyond the strong nucleic force of the City's jolly Arbeitsjuden.

Bomm Bomm Bomm

Hendricks and Vodka next

Tom Dick and Bill and I talked about electricity and argued conversationly over how long it takes to grow an inch of bog.

There was girl in the room, like the la strada girl,

I considered waiting for her but inertia moved me slowly instead,

until i was gone,

and Dublin luminesced in the distance like the embers of fading fire.

The Sun is rising

Dreaming, come of age.

we could work for the Industry and maintain the Infrastructure.

I believe in one world

The father the almighty

I believe in one Sun

the mother of our nature

Through mind in body, the existance occurs.

I believe in a Universe out of nothing

Blessed is the Paradox

the wave particle duality

the infinity of a wave, the zero of a particle

I believe in the genes of my ancestors

and the echoes of their thoughts.

God bless you God

Thanks for the neuronal processes

It was very thoughtful of you

In your honor i will Touch the Earth

And will my work of Art

By the time I got to Glendaloch

The monks had left their round tower.

Deirdre, Deirdre, let down your hair

let's live happily ever after

Zero = Infinity

The Paradox breeds

a Universe with Time

Consciousness is the climax

Now here you are.
In the beginning there was light
And the light congealed into Earth
And once upon a time
There was an Astronaut who lived in the internet.

Spring has sprung

Out of the light at the dawn of the universe

Came the longest beach in the world

I swam through the plankton starlight and fetched her a spaceship

Her breath awoke me from drowning in the water

She lit a fire in the dunes

Rubbing driftwood to spark it up

We lived alone together like Astronauts

And rode through the Universe on a white horse.

La petite mort

I cut away the greenery

Cleared the town into sight

Sat in my one room

Watching beheading videos

Eating battery chicken

Betting on bust to win.

You are just a good girl

Looking good

I am just a bloke

Doing what my friends do.

Stars are falling from the sky tonight

Meteorite, space talk shite

Alpha Centauri, Special Relativity

The quarks in my mind

Dancing at Light Speed

Enchant this eternal instant.

I touched her face 
for a chance at bliss

Then there was a Big Bang

As though of perfect Symmetry we collide

Symmetrical angel

Orgasm distorts Time

There is Youth Again

In the little death where stars collide

Somebody was born into the room and cried
Have you seen the Multiverse outside
And everybody said, hey man, have you seen the Multiverse outside
we huddled around the idea, akin to fire
bearing words 

The fire left only the chimney stack standing
The girl with the face had a daisy in her hair
And threw it into the rubble.
The paper on the counter ran a cover story about the astronauts
They looked like embryos floating listless among the space between the stars.
The girl with the legs parted her legs
A song cried out and people danced
I asked the barman to turn on the racing, Royal Ascot.
I'd come from Connemara this morning
Sure you'd have to come from somewhere.
The radio played a song I'd never heard the likes of before.
It was by Roderigo y Gabriela.
A man walked by in crutches, he paused where the bridge rises.
His left leg was missing. He carried on.
The radio said some gowl from Limerick went to prison for dangerous driving. A man lost a son and a leg in the crash.
I lost all the money I'd made in the boom, in the crash.
The houses burnt down last night.
The girl with the face threw a flower into the ashes.
I was in the pub keeping out of the cancerous sunlight, getting drunker and drunker.
The girl with the legs played a song about love with her sweet lips.
I bet on the 2 favourites. It's a safe bet. It's a short flat race.
I won a small percentage profit.
I'd bet my house on the race.
This time next year we'll be rich as Astronauts
One time at band camp
There's something about Mary
If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have sent her my amputation
It seemed like a good idea at the time
I remember thinking at the time, this is a good idea, this is definitely a good idea
I was strapped to a rocket full of rocket fuel
My mother ran into the room and changed the channel 
We watched Challenger explode again and again
There was a teacher among them she said
It didn't scare me at all
I still wanted to be a spaceman

A desiccated heart

Stares at me

From the back of a pack of fags

Discarded on the road

Among the daisies The big daisies,

that are more like flowers than wild weeds

The daisies you’d be sure to wear in your hair

If you’re going to San Francisco

As a hippy in the 60’s.

On the internet John Snow is dead

It probably happened in a book first

One of The big books

For the gobshites to read

During the big game

Love Stories and Great Battles abound

The astronaut aborts

Out here in the stars we’re like embryos

Down here we're like embryonic Astronauts
contemplating Jazz and Abortion

The pretty waiter woman

We were young

With long hair

We’d never been so old before

We were free

We were lost

We’d never been so alone before

I tried to swallow 3 pills while I waited 

We’d been to a wedding

It was a beautiful wedding

In a castle on an island

When I fall in love, everyone else could go fuck themselves for all I care

So I went away

Climbed Kilimanjaro

Made friends with a native

Played the white man with the natives

I knew gravity was like acceleration

I knew the universe had come from nothing and that zero was infinity

But an email from an old friend brought me home

I called in with a loaf of brown bread I’d picked up in SuperValu

His mother told me a story

My eyes were cloudy and the clouds had all these specs in them

I remembered when I was younger and my eyes were clear

And my limbs were supple

And my parents put me in a chair

And warned me to live

I used to imagine running away, to the forests in the mountains

And living with the animals

And retreating to the plants

And the sun

retreating like pond scum, to the air

and the electricity in the lightning

and the chaos in the stars

far, far away from the shite talk in the internet

and the games in the world

and the jobs and the money

and the dead Syrian girl child

and the pretty waiter woman

I left her a gold coin

And took to the road

I was sitting in a cemetery of an abandoned church with two friends

The sun had set and the moon was muted, low in the sky or crescent or diffused in cloud.

My thoughts drifted off into exile and stumbled over an idea which suddenly awoke me

I felt detached from reality

I was tripping, through the infinite perceptions that hover around us

It was dreamlike yet hyperreal

It was my Eureka, Flux Capacitor, moment

I saw then what I’ve never been able to unsee since.

Had I been learned in Math I could have described the idea best in terms of a 4th spatial dimension that allows magnitudes of inverse proportion appear equal.

Had I been articulate and versed in modern psychology I would have witnessed the idea as a derangement or transcendence of the senses, like synesthesia. I’d have dwelt on how the senses we experience are a totally subjective interpretation of the environment. And the imagination is limited to regurgitating permutations and exaggerations on the familiar subjectivity.

A Buddhist would see that death = birth.

A simple Christian would conclude the co-existence of good and evil.

I guess the idea was commonplace throughout humankind,

All cultures had a version of it, mangled into compatibility with their cultural memes.

I had taken an image of the idea from the trance, a memento, like bringing Freddie Kruger’s hat back from a nightmare into your bed,

The image was a poor shadow of experiencing the idea

but I used it as a point of focus

trying to interpret the idea I had experienced

I stayed there, interrogating the universal self

The image I had was a cone of neon light, the wide end of the cone went out toward an infinite circumference and the narrow end toward zero.

I was doing time in the universal mind

I’m the freedom man

that’s how lucky I am

Booked a flight to Switzerland, took a train to Randa. And walked up hill for  quite a while, till we got to a place that sold beer. We stayed the night there. Niall went to bed early, because he had come all the way from New York City in God bless America and had been awake now and traveling for 300 days. Micker Lyle and I stayed up playing cards with the lovely bottom brigade, who like us were only a stones throw from home.

In the morning, we paid the man who owned the house at the top of the mountain. And we took off to do more walking. Unfortunately the bridge was impassable because it was dangerous. So we walked all the way back down the mountain, then walked all the way back up again to join the path on the other side of the bridge.

It was a nice days walking. But it was taking a long time. And it was late in the evening when we arrived into Zermat. We made friends with an American girl and visited some pubs.

The next day, we took the train to Schwarzee and walked up to the Hornli Hut. Micker and Niall walked ahead of me. And I walked easy and chatted to a nice lady who’s daughter live in Zermat, who knew a man that organized fishing trips to a lake in the mountains. It all reminded me of salmon fishing in the Yemen, A book I’d bought by mistake one time because some old lady who worked there said I’d like it, but I didn’t ever read it, I watched the film once and in hindsight that was a mistake too. I had some nice Rosti mit speck und ei at the hornli hut. Then I went to take a piss in their outdoor toilet and nearly vomited. I was spitting out the taste of those toilets all the way down.

The next day we walked to a real modern hut in the mountains for lunch. I can’t remember the name of it now. It was a nice walk. And the speck in their rosti tasted different to normal bacon, it tasted a little like sausage but it was nice. I enjoyed walking over a glacier to get there. I had never worn crampons before and I felt even more like a mountain goat than I usually do. The people living at the hut were nice, They smoked weed and looked like they were in love. Someday I too would be in love and live in the mountains and smoke weed. On that day all would be well with the world. After lunch we went back to Zerrmat. I drank brandy that night in a small bar that reminded me a little of the Galloping Green.  

The next day we hiked up to another hut. I can’t remember the name of this one either, it was a few months ago. We got up at lunch time, I ordered an omelette with bacon and Rosti. I was real slow getting up there, and happily took my time because there was no hurry. I enjoyed looking at all the wild flowers and butterflies, Then we walked on a lovely narrow moraine to get there. There was great view of the Matterhorn to our left. After lunch we sat out on the grass and made coffee with the msr reactor. Looking at the Matterhorn under the warm sun we plotted new routes up it and could hear the occasional rock and snowfall come off it.

The next morning we got up real early and left the hut in the dark headed to thrift, a hotel in the mountains. When the sun began to rise it lit up in red the top of the Matterhorn, and it looked real pretty if you’re into that kind of thing. We stopped here for tea. And continued on toward Thrift. There the man served us homemade hetrbal ice tea which was very nice, and Rosti mit speck und ei. Then we waklked up to the tiop of the mettlehorn. It was a long bloody hike I could have done without. But I was on a hiking holiday so had to keep at it.

 Lyle was the first to the top then Micker. It was pretty scary on top, and falls to your death everywhere, so I didn’t jump around too much, I just jumped around casually when I was getting into position to take a photo, that freaked the little fuckers who’d beaten me to the top out a little. I got my groove back on the way down. And started running as we approached Thrift. Micker had just that day after 35 years of living learnt how to run down hill. I was running behind him teasing him that I would beat him to the hotel, but he was too fast. Me and Niall slept out under the stars that night, near to the hotel. Niall fell into a river he was crossing as we were getting to our camp spot. That was pretty stupid. I wondered would he get hypothermia and die on me. So I offered him some of my brandy and went to sleep. I wasn’t feeling too sleepy because the mountains were so inspiring so I drew a picture of a spider in my log book then I had a cigarette and went to sleep.

The next day we met David in Zermat. And went out on the beer. Lyle and Micker had to rise at 5 for their flight home. My alarm clock went off at about 4 in the morning, shortly after they had settled into bed. It must have been ringing a while because it woke me up. I turned it off Lyle and Micker were a bit confused by it and asking each other is it time to get up. Only me I said sorry about that, was the last thing I said to them. In the morning they were gone. There was a puke stain and a piss stain outside the hostel under our window. We heade off to stay in the hut across the glacier for the night.

David was in good health and much faster than I remembered. When I got to the hut I smoked a fat cigar out on the veranda with a beer, because I had quit cigarettes. We got good food that night and it just kept coming and I just kept shoveling it in until I had to say that’ll do to the servant boy. In the morning we woke up. Someone had shat or puked all over one of the toilet cubicle floors. I wondered what kind of an asshole would leave such a mess. People would leave from this hut, who’s name I can’t remember at 2 in the morning and head for a real high mountain nearby with ice axes and ropes and all.  It was a nice walk back across the glacier toward Zermat, and it was fun passing amateurs who were all roped up and using axes while we were just walking along without a care in the world. We got back to Zermat and went drinking,

-Lyle and Micker eating omelets

On Friday night I went to the Irish Bouldering Meet.

somebody fix the television

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,

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Horses Glen
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About the three lakes of the Horses Glen is some beautiful scenery. Excellent hiking in rough and varied ground. The Boulders add to the scenery. ...
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...The rocks appear to have never been climbed before. But they are too remote too few and too small. The three lakes await a weekend expedition, for a thorough exploration. Bring a brush and don’t worry about parking the car, there were no signs of smashed windows at area 1. I didn’t check area 4, there are a few boulders there. Area 6 is a beautiful camping spot with a sheer climbing route.
From the car walk to 2 and turn left.


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2nd boulder lakeshore, near area 3
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-area 5

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-the hunting season is over, bring your own food
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-area 6
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