nowhereisnowhere

Bazaar, to and from

jesuspartout — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 07:00:34 +0000

Six: “have you seen my piety?”

jesuspartout — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 01:11:01 +0000

It is said that most men lead lives of quiet desperation, some even by choice. The monks that choose to occupy this valley lead a life filled with strict vows of purity which, unsurprisingly, earns enormous merit. For them this is their escape -an oasis of serenity.

In a mind where the mere notion of Absurdism is well absurd ones divine purpose could easily be found in full light. Perhaps there is a feeling, a sincere sensation, that is divinity in nature.

Fittingly so these structures seem to grow from their rocky basins making these anachronistic monasteries seem purposely furtive and dangerous.

With Carthusian thoughts in mind and a keen sense of discretion I cautiously approach and begin my own ascension.

in the valley sanctuary of Phocis – long lived the fallen world

jesuspartout — Wed, 17 Aug 2011 09:15:14 +0000

It is said that this is the earth’s navel and seat of the oracle.

This is what I know: Dhelfoi provides. From the foothills of Mount Parnassus to the olive tree filled valleys which lead back to the Mediterranean maze. This scenic sanctuary, this rich land (known to me as Delphi) has always attracted tourists, many of which with very large armys. The ancestors were kind enough to leave their temples, amphitheaters, and legends. I’ll settle for simple images, a perfect breeze, some self reflection, the unforgettable vista and all the olives I can mortally consume.

I like to think I left the most indelible of marks.

Part 4: Historically lost / from sea —> silent siren

jesuspartout — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 11:46:52 +0000

Head North with the breeze and traverse the sea with relative ease –>

Disembark onto the mainland then drive West, pass Apollo’s holiday home and so begins the confusion of signs –>

Bypass the bridge now through the Corinth and you’ve traveled into another ancient world –>

Not to worry, getting lost is all part of the journey <–

Stop when you’ve reached the silent siren –>

Explore/

The gnosis of Thira: Post Minoan Eruption

jesuspartout — Wed, 27 Jul 2011 06:34:34 +0000

At one point nearly decimating most of the known world and at least one civilization. What remains is clinging on to a sea of blue-green and floating stones. Turn your gaze onto the land and you are shown various shades of red with bronzed Greek gods/goddesses.

Am I still sleeping? Surely I am dreaming, no place like this must exist. I pinch myself twice and I am not alone as my re-found friends seemed to have made it here with me.

Forgive my jealously Santorini but you hold a beauty I did not know I was searching for. All is emanating from your jagged cliffs and impeccable domes. Where to now? -This is your dare. “We will go anywhere!” -This is our claim. Your proclaimed perfect sunset calls. Breathless and dialed into your persephone I am stunned. Anxious for more I will meet your sunrise and raise you a day.

Superfluous Stop, Letting Go

jesuspartout — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 17:03:05 +0000

Daily life, you’ll take chances.

Happiness, or something like it.

street games: legit and otherwise

jesuspartout — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 15:00:23 +0000

Normal guy grab your piggy bank, what’s your biggest worry tonight?

Through the day -work and p(l)ay, look out now ’cause here they come.

Time to run, rarely fun, good thing your load is light.

Older man with your time to spare, not a worry for the day.

With a reliable chair and weathered eyes -there is no rush, that’s how your game is played.

Look around “your a lucky man,” the Normal guy would undoubtedly say.

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Things that start with “D”

jesuspartout — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 18:20:27 +0000

Athina,

There is something dangerous and daring in the air, it’s at times hidden but seemingly everywhere. The people are not happy, this is what I read. “Chances are you’ve hurt a few if you’ve helped out someone,” this is what I was told. Your voice is on display and I thank you for showing me some truth. Your history precedes you as does your beauty. I am a mere traveler now with a closer perspective.

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Proud piscator

jesuspartout — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 13:30:51 +0000

I am told there are 100 fishermen on this particular island. I like to think that the other 99 are just as unique.

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peregrinate

jesuspartout — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 07:00:58 +0000

I slowly and thoroughly gaze at the wonder and pleasure of her design. I cautiously approach as if it were my first time. I close the distance in order to appreciate her magnificence and well-deserved pulchritudinous status. Rarely have I seen such a beauty, rarer still have I held it. With both hands I pick her up and gaze through her eyes, body and illuminated soul. My life in her frame is bright and beautiful, I cannot imagine looking back. Some would dare say her quirks make her less desirable, I would reply that they make her unique. I cannot say for how long but I know, at this moment, she is right for me. I will take her along anywhere I venture to imagine. Dare I say it has happened again?

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