June 2011
1 post
IRC, baby.
Join my fun little IRC channel!
Server: UnderNet
Channel: #underdark
If you don’t know what IRC is, then you probably won’t want to figure it out right now. So to all you know-it-alls out there, this is probably more relevant to you than to the average Luddite.
May 2011
1 post
The Law
Trapped in reality
cursing my own mind.
Vacuous bullshit has now become
a repetitive tendency and
I question nothing.
My passions are in return
questionable
as are the motivations behind them
according to the state.
Ambitions to succeed
are being brought before the law
as are my compatriots,
friends
and acquaintainces.
Look now, they are shackled,
helpless,
and I can only wait
for...
April 2011
3 posts
Belated Deathiversery for R.A.W. [Rant In Angry...
Recently, it seems as if I am becoming more and more influenced by the creations and simple inspiration of the dearly departed Robert Anton Wilson. What else could a young man like myself want other than the pure exploration of your deepest mental crevices? Certainly, at least in my case, it is that young men like us crave the joy found in simple tomfoolery, lewd behavior, and downright...
Belated Deathiversery for R.A.W. [Rant In Angry Sharp]
For R.A.W.-:- Addendum & Post-Script
There is no inherent wretchedness in the human race as a whole. If I came off as volatile and “my vivid literary performance” too contrived, then I will not apologize, as you may have expected, but shall instead offer something of a… consolation: more of the same shit! Anyways. The point to be made in this process, beneath the crude yet flowery and creative language use, is that...
December 2010
2 posts
September 2010
1 post
ALL NEW WRITINGS BY ME AND OTHERS WILL BE HERE: http://thinkbeatific.tumblr.com/
my reasoning behind this is that i would like to start a more collective artistic union. if you have any creative piece, let me know!
Johannes.Ignatius@gmail.com
February 2010
2 posts
title pending, pt. 2
once i got through darien and reached the exit, i braced myself for the rush hour traffic. why i left my parents at that hour is beyond me, but so is a lot. it wasn’t as bad as expected. i made my way down I-95 until i found myself surrounded by the buildings that made up darien. there wasn’t really any sort of sudden shift from suburban to urban. it seemed naturally, actually. but i...
title pending
I lit one up and started the car. I knew I was anxious the moment i registered that i was thinking ‘i’m going to die in some horrible blindside accident’ over and over again. but it wasn’t really an anxious thought, though that’s usual. it was calm and time-consuming, a useless thought. as i put the vehicle into reverse, backing out of my parent’s suburban...
January 2010
1 post
Living and Dreaming
I wake up but I don’t want to be awake. It’s just another god damn moment but it’s far from momentous, just another brick in this ever-extending wall. Whispers of dreams, now far gone ringing ringing in my head like some macabre alarm clock but instead of waking me up it’s calling me back to the realms of sleep.
“No, no. It’s not time…”
But I know...
December 2009
0 posts
The Journey of Lazarus
Lazarus walked many days underneath the shadows of the black jagged peaks, the dust from the dead lands stinging his eyes. He limped through these lands with a certain restless grace. It was not the end of his journey that he looked forward to, but each next distinct beautiful step. It was with such a mind that he traveled for hundreds of miles. He stopped only for eating and sleeping, and for the...
November 2009
8 posts
home
when i look at myself, i see lovers in front of a firing squad, loathsome, lonesome brigands, searching endlessly for that singular brightness, restless lions emerging from their sleepy dens, standing against their own brightness, no rest for them, they’ve earned nothing. my home is nowhere, yet I keep looking, looking, looking for that one sigh of relief.
the fear
unceasing desires of shit and flesh, surgically removed lightness of being. alive, useless and terrified in the showers of dormitory bathrooms, screaming at your own wretched image. visions of whisky and smoke distract from the pieces slowly falling into place, so familar and warm. choose the pain, a hallucinatory path to freedom which came before the law, before body and soul.
the wounds
the wounds have no desire to heal, nor a desire to do anything whatsoever. all they do is burn burn burn for solitude and love, but they’ll never get it.
the crowd
the crowd heaves and throbs like a woman about to give birth, ecstatic joy in that thousand eyed gaze. they live and die for their heroes, but would just as soon tear them down. how they screech! what a crowd! drunk and pitiful, they all fall down to the pavement, and break their skulls, letting that blood seep down the cracks to Hell. Me, I just go on living.
angels
I go down to the river at night sometimes, to watch the black-eyed angels fight their little wars. I love their wings, light upon the rushing waters as they die. They possess a light of their own, and I can see their reflections in their readied blades and I see myself. There can’t possibly be a more beautiful sight. The waters are thick with blood on nights like those, but I drink greedily...
dream
over-medicated dreamings, strange, of Hartford, suddenly disconnect. marketplaces, business conventions. trodding of the soldiers, beating war drums. what strange places does my mind send me to.
ghostly angels
craven men with swollen pride, hide underneath their poorly constructed masks, waiting for eternal dawn, only to see waiting on the horizon their own withered images, and a thousand ghostly angels, black eyed angels, junky angels, fighting their little petty wars over and over again amongst themselves manic-depressive scholars of the machinations and manipulations that come with the...
October 2009
3 posts
Lazarus and the Priest
Everyone passing Lazarus expeced something else. It is said that he had the pride in his eyes before, the unquenchable fire that only the greatest men possess. But now only the hollowness of death lie in those once-bright eyes. Everyone remembered the miracle. Everyone remembered the day Lazarus rose. But now, they ask, did he rise? Or has he fallen yet lower?
Lazarus saw the crowd part in front...
Lazarus
risen Lazarus, wrapped in a thousand enigmas. silent weeping and cruel, untrue words leave me full of Death. speak, Lazarus! speak those words of wisdom which overflow from your mind. be silent no longer! tragedy in your cold-eyed gaze, Lazarus you must leave this town. he was right, you have no kin there, only willful ignorance. you are better than it all, Lazarus. -Johannes.
Airport Chantings
Petty vandalisms painted on the sides of the Marxist plaything,
saying that I’m clean, clean with my whole heart.
Don’t underestimate us miserables.
Can you lie with me in the cool grass of summer?
Will you wait for me in the airport in the heart of winter,
only months away?
I have a thousand questions for you,
but you have no mouth.
I will be free, and you will run alongside...
May 2009
1 post
Grace
mad flashes of dawn, fingers of light raining down in ecstasy, eyes of god on the horizon, the glory of a new day. the Watcher cries out, the second coming is at hand. all beings raise their heads, torn between day and night dark beasts howl mournfully, in pain and sorrow for their eyes are aflame with hope. and they are afraid, so fearful of the majesty. now they fade away, into dust, carried...
February 2009
7 posts
The End (or Scenes from Armageddon)
the evening sky is littered with the husks of broken ships lost to the seas of the night. and as i look up at our beautiful heavenly abyss, i see the the weeping land below illuminated, and a dark wind blows. there will be none of the promised light at the end, the prophet says, none of the golden seraphim harps awaiting beyond the walls of eternity only the fiends of this world, hollow-eyed and...
Back Alley Sutra
to Molly well, now you’re gone, with your peace and glorious words and i can’t help but think of you in this cold and uninviting place like a dog out in the rain, broken and wearied by life and whips, left to my own devices, i go to chinatown and read these words aloud in an alleyway in some dark and forsaken, forgotten corner in the city,
to the bums that run half-naked and free in...
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Moksha, Pt. 1
spiraling staircases of infinite longevity
arc upwards, climbing to heaven on razor-thin ropes ascending to God and you. harlequin titles stare back at me, ashamed & unforgiving yet still i climb the tenuous pathway. and hope shines through the blinds on a sunday morning and hope shines through the barrel of a colt .45 moksha moksha moksha
but no, it’s this unbelievable light
that...
1 tag
Letter
i can only hope that this message reaches you in time…
i’m right here, waiting for an answer that i know is never going to come. so to pass the time, i sit here writing poorly reasoned arguments for my own existence. it’s an endless (read: worthless) exhaustion of my limited resources, but i do it anyway, for my own pleasure and satisfaction. it’s something hopeless, that...
The Heron
( cypress skies; the lands of bounty twirling swirling chaos it went like this: she saw the light but the heron cared not for it he simply flew away distraught & confused lunar children knelt down and prayed for the end of times the burning cities lit up the horizon it was beautiful. )
-johannes
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Fever Dream Vision
it was as she said. completely unexpected, nearly appearing out the thin air. just hold on, she whispered, we’re far from the end of the line. and i have never heard truer words. that simple phrase stays with me, and i see the monstrous eternal hourglass in front of me, looming there as it always has been. and it terrifies me. i have never been weaker in my life. it overwhelms me entirely,...
A Feeling Like Medea
it’s so strange that i think of you now, walking down some unknown street. but then again it’s not so rare that i think of aching things. it’s like i told you i hear the talk, talk of a savior words of a temple in the holy land but well, it’s nothing but lies lies and whores and Madame de Pompadour in nothing but a corset. she was always my favorite. a feeling like Medea...
October 2008
3 posts
Emerges Athena
Emerges Athena
From the eternal womb, bleeding and wretched,
Emerges Athena, in all her wounded, resplendent glory.
Irreversibly flawed, yet whole and complete all the same.
Let us go!
Go far away where their sharp knives cannot touch us.
For we are bare and indefensible,
Against the might of those on the mountain.
-Johannes de Silentio
welcome
welcome to the compedium. this is a place where i, johannes, will post my poems and other literary works. if you like them, great. if you don’t, then you’re probably sane. thanks for reading. -johannes
the eternal dream
we plunged through the murky depths of the world
laughing our way through the hordes of blank faces
and empty seats on the subway.
flying through the milky way
in the hopes of reaching a different planet
fast in the pursuit of the eternal dream.
we let the demons run amok
indulging in their most horrible fantasies,
but we didn’t care
their rage was absurd,
and empty
she led me...