Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Ignorantia (Part 2)

The warmth wonders. And he, basically like any other human being was is and will be interested in watching wonders although utterly not surprised to observe them happening. It is as sure as death that you would also be not surprised to seize ‘em if you didn’t notice them, did you, would you? Doubtlessly he’s not the one to blame for it.

By Mother Nature he was produced in that special, that most wonderfully unmarvelous and disgusting as well way that he, to tell the truth, stood absolutely no chance to catch sight of the first and the main and the most sentimental for nothing wonder of his hole life-term. Quite sinful a wonder of wonders that would wander its way from the very fleshy desires. Ah, this wonderful world! Viva el mundo, viva la vida! Perversity fathers innocence, filthiness – purity. Passion was the reason for it and him. The sin was the nurse, the clerk and the rhyme.

The Roman hill, an arrow struck by Eros and the Tiber seasoned with a couple of pints of salt and here he goes, from there he’s come. Ave! Ave! Morituri te salutant! What the hell the Romans were thinking ’bout? Shame, shame on them! Witty barbarians, scholars and artists, actors and orators, whores and sluts. They spoke and taught and thought of Styx etcetera. Reincarnated. Fell. And felt like keeping on falling and fell outside.

Once red – for ever white. He spied on them foundering and now as they were not avalanching him bull’s-eyely, they felt the same, he felt himself, he felt the same.

R. A. O’Rayne


  1. С интересом читаю ваш блог))
    Заходите в гости))

  2. Never knowledge brought easiness but it is down-to-earth.

    Ignorantia is an easy path full of the surrealistic booby-traps of color, or lack of it.

    As if you were walking through the brush traces of Picasso's Guernica.

    So is your Ingnorantia 1-2 an (un)pellucid flow of nothing through matter, of mystery through an open sky full of stormy nimbus.

    Even the closed cellar that seems to envelope it, fits, and a lonely glass upside down can convey that tragedy that is to learn too much about nothing.

    The brilliancy of sin brings out life: ¡Viva la vida! yes! Long life to anything that is not real but the opaque back of a better carpentry woven by Angels but forbidden to Humankind!

    Maybe Roman were a better cast than ourselves, they felt that artists, actors, whores, and sluts were the same matter and the red soil that reverberated in their veins were the same white that purity may create!

    Nice writing, Robert, I am not trying to show I understood what you meant to write, only telling you what I understood reading it!

    Thank you!

  3. interesting post) your blog is wonderful)))

  4. Wow, that's some heavy peotry. I wish I had such a flare for words.

  5. its captivating !! I loved it ^^