In

[rowens]

In

Mind limber, ready, whole body,
raining on the Black Lodge,
same feeling as rain on roof,
imagination sated and flowing on red, and ziggly lines,
the creation comes like sleep,
brain-rinsing, baptized with dream,
dark lines down a page,
images concrete, stable, breaking
like pouring ink on a canvas,
piss on warm snow.

Not thinking before speech,
gathering the sources round,
not blind effort, keys
are poked about, settling
innocently in lines.
And out, no opening doors
or exits, entries,
here, another place,
same without the Lodge.

[Mark A Becker]

In
Mind limber, ready, whole body,
raining on the Black Lodge,
same feeling as rain on roof,
imagination sated and flowing on red, and ziggly lines,
the creation comes like sleep,
brain-rinsing, baptized with dream,
dark lines down a page,

Hey rowens, this is my favorite section, especially the part I bolded

I guess Oannes is next- teacher of wisdom, merman?

[rowens]

Yes. I'm still playing with it, the last poem. I like the way the pages of my notebook are there in my room, the way they look. The ones that have the poem on it. I have other books and cards there piled under it, I like the way they look there, a little altar. Sometimes I like the way a pile of books looks so much that it's hard for me to have to move them around. Whenever I see that particular pile, I start channeling the poem.
Most of my poems are inspired by woods. I walk in woods at certain parts of day and night to get a feel, an atmosphere from which the poem flows out. I am most attracted to a feeling of wood and stone and water and 1980s dark puppet theatre with hedgehogs and toads and lots of roots and leaves and soil.
A long time ago I saw a music video on the old Canadian MuchMusic channel of a song by that band Radiohead called "There, There" that reminds me of the way I experience that atmosphere.
I always start dreaming before I fall asleep, as I'm dozing off. My body gets pleasurable feelings, and then strange. If I lay in a certain posture, I can prolong that twilight state, and spirits will talk to me and instruct me and even dictate poems. I don't try to get up and write what I'm being told, though I can often remember.


If I drink a lot before I go to bed, I have sleep paralysis and experience what people call Shadow People. And sometimes demons talk to me in those waking nightmare states.
It's also in those states of sleep paralysis that I try so hard to sit up and break myself awake that I rip out of my body and have those out-of-body experiences people talk about.
I remember once flying across the room and getting my staff and chasing a demon away.

The demons often pull my blanket off me and claw at me, and I wake with wounds. Of course, I have springs protruding out of certain areas of my bed. But demons are such that there is really no difference between phantastic and mundane, there's no difference between being scratched by a spring in one realm and a violating demon in another. Demons strive on that liminal state, and both/and.


I've learned that demons are to be convinced to join in your maintenance of a clear and nuanced Order of Conscientious Light. 
Our flaws and negative drives have a light side, and it's an alchemical process to turn our demons to angels.
Anyone and parts of anyone can go in and out of the Black Lodge. To make the darkness clear, point out nuance, possibilities and potential is the work of the Dawn Patrol. Or rather the play. 


Of course, I'm making allusions to many things. The poems in this series are too. I like things to be all inclusive. So my poems tie in with my adventures, my stories, my magic, my philosophy and everything else. 
I'm big on insisting the Magi in Imagination. And that poetry and folklore are synonymous in my life with, for lack of a better word or concept, religion. Though religion isn't such a bad word. As it stands for a continuity in experienced reality. I break continuity to clear Lodges, and for fun.

I like putting tricks in my poems. The sillier the better.
Notice that N in tarot is the Death card. Death as in change. In passing through a Lodge, some aspect of or perhaps the whole 'I' is changing.

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Concepts like liminal and Good and Evil can be useful. They also can be overly simplistic and static and become themselves Black Lodges.