Friday, 26 February 2016

anima animus interpreted by Giordan Kovacs

Anima Animus via 27 year old personification, no spell check

The man does not yet become a man until he passes through two stages of development. A woman, the same. Jung describes this as anima for males and animus for fmales. I won't be describing too much of Jung's point of view but rather my own analytical point of view of a male who is evolving from a boy into a man, engendering into mankind via the anima strathacone of ideology. What can I really describe to you is a way of thinking past science and succcintly religioniously. The trinity is at work in this sense, wherre the body becomes the epicenter of the soul and spirit. If the body is weak and immalleable the soul and the spirit fall further. The soul being the source of what we comprehend in the natural world allows humans and transients to converse via verbal communication while the spirit is more at task with psychical information and the ability to create thought connections through space and, clockwork time. Spiritually, we can speak to one another through a source of telepathy that allows doctors (and their teams) to communicate frequently at lower frequences in an ideal settiing. Helpful to the doctor when diagnosis is prepared. Hearing is also at the point of discussion as well since a keen sense of hearing will allow spiritually strong individuals to communicate in this manner. It takes time to understand, but my opinion is that the strength of the spiritually hearing is through study and assement of literature itself. As a patient, I believe by reading texts on medicine and psychology and psychiatry will complete the transformation into higher hearing and a better way to communicate with those around in the spatial setting.

Anima/Animus is what we would now observe as engendering progression for both males and females. Boys becoming a engendered man and girls becoming an engendered woman. Engendering is the ultimate source of sexual and understanding power once the transformation has occured. The man behind this concept is no other than Freud friend, Carl Gustav Jung. Bisexuality is a very common way of expressing sexuality via the anima animus. The subject is neither man nor woman, yet, they focus sexuality based on similarities to gender, lifestyle and common interests. In this area, the subjects are very open to try new (and very exciting), ways of communicating with their body. The body is growing, the cereberal function is becoming self aware and the role of the mother and father begin to indifferently seem not needed for further conclusions involving sexual questions and opinion. The anima and animus is a free association in the world, with not a single word able to describe them, except that they are evolving. With the beginning of puberty for teenagers, the dreaded menstrual cycle begins and leaves the teen very questionable (and often scared) of what will happen next. Sure, school teaches only so much, and parental guidance as well, but the feeling of the cycle, the cramps, the bleeding, the emotional ups and downs are very frightening and leave the teenager with questions such as why or am i the only one? Support workers (as well as friends) discuss the body changes in a teenager and, thus, the teenager has blossomed into a young adult without even fully recognizing what is happening or why the body acts as if it is a transient to the mind and wishes to create discussion about the beginning of the animus cycle. Usually the animus women are very slim, with no greatness in either breast or hips. Focused on athletics and scholarly activities and realize that their body won't develop as well as the others. The other is a good example as well because who are we truly, we define ourselves because we know (most often incorrectly) about ourselves but we find the presence of other beings-in-the-world. What is an other? Something metaphysically there but not attached to any one entity. It's like your concsience, only, sometimes as if another version of yourself and the people you associate with. Broad I know, but comprehensive.


Bisexuality has been explained over the years in the psychological world, often pointing towards a man named Alfred Kinsey and his scale. The Kinsey Scale is known to be ranked out of 5 numeric descriptions. If the subject falls under a certain number, they are judged to be either homosexual or bisexual, while most men have been involved in situations in each either/or. But enough about Kinsey. The teen anima animus falls into a very interesting category. They are becoming. Yet not fully grown. Each seem to fall into areas where they are helping learn more about themselves and in this category there are often times when the friends concept begins to be questionable. Drug use, alcohol use and even suicidal ideation stem at this point, trying to connect with friends who are also feeling in the same evolution but do not know how to fully describe it yet. People are together for a reason, and early on, those reasons involve demographic and spiritually guided areas. People commence, or socialize, with those directly in their own thought processes. The need to belong is the most powerful essence and sexual promiscuity is generally high at the 18-25 age range. You yearn to feel something, since you can't understand what you are feeling in the moment and, occasionally, take comfort with the addition of a sexual partner, whether it is right now or a long term bonding. Bisexuality at early anima animus stages is frequent. Look at our musical idols and just describe how they appeal to use individually. Prince, Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Sinead O'Connor, these performers approach their gender roles very differently in their life. They are the epitomy of the anima animus that has not quite fully reached full engendered characteristics.  

stellas

i found both stellas
my mother god bless her crazy ways, "T"ina
and her mother Stefania "Stella"
and I drank the coffee and i talked and played pooled
and it was like the joker in batman
a gentle pat on the back
talking about ontology and thinking about the name of Sartre's first book
it broke
i forgot it and i won't remember until it comes to me naturally
i am my own encyclopedia

no whiplash cell phone or wiki krunk
if i don't know, i'll read til i learn
i broke it
and i can't unbreak it
it stopped
onto the other side
i can't feel my face
or neck or cheeks
i survived the other side for this long

paint the town grey or auburn just like her hair
my veins pump and i am ready to transform into myself
the real being
the entity
the veritas

haven't read the spec, but i will tomorrow
good ole NY Times in the spec, read it
we can quiz each other but i'll fail miserably and cry cry cry
are you talking to me or her?
are we both crazy? i love her but i loathe her but it's awesome
party time in an apartment drinking singapoor slings with meszcal on the side across from radius
i had oysters at radius, they should have paid me to eat them

well kid,
all you have is smile
well
sometimes thats all you need

Thursday, 25 February 2016

the boy who wanted an ipad

the boy who wanted an ipod

he wished and wished all year round
hoping to save of whats been found
he waited til christmas, noon and lunch
saved all his pennies, no food for brunch
he saw it in the window store
he could feel it in his hands already
the glow, the frame, the gadgets within
if only it could be his
his mum told him to clean his room
no money
his dad told him to sweep the floor
no money
he fed the cat
no money
he even took away thompson's snow
a nickel
i need 300 bucks to buy this thing and i've got tumbleweed and a nickel

well,
better start eating kid, cause there can only be one bad guy
and, well,
thats just a totally different story

shoe horn

now you've got my trumpet blowing
it's a horn
and it's below the equator.

shoe horn. god that was terrible

i should never tell jokes at 1:03am. i should never write a book about i should nevers.

finally, husserl creates subjectivity. or our idea of subjective analysis. I can tell you more on the subject but the books aren't at the library yet.

i'm out of the labyrinth and into your soul

messages
count
a million

can you?

each star matters in the sphere. the sfere. the sfree.

the atomsfree.!

reason why

mmmmmmhmm
mmmmmhm

mmmmmmhmm
mmmmmmhm

i got my bucket
i got my soul
i live in antartica
place gets mighty cold

do you wonder
reason why
the spinning goes along
the twirling mind

now you jive
now you grave
now you disco
hell to pay

mmmmmmmmmmmmmhhm
mmmmmmmmmmmmhmmmm

mhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmhhmmh

cashman ain't there til mamma pays the check
daddy so broke he fell off his stack
jumping for joy in del arays hat
cat call whisper, isn't that a fact

do you wonder
reason why
the spinning goes
the twirling mind

now you honky
now you talk
do the shuffle
can't you walk

mmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmm
mmhmmhmhmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmhm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh

ONE MORE TIME NOW

goblets getting cold
the baby's at the door, no more, no more
the libido drives the grand am
all out in outer space

do you wonder
reason why
the spinning goes
the twirling mind

now you cha cha
now you slide
now you boogie
time to fly

Giordan Kovacs




crazy child holiday ML

i vomit
only a regular basis
i don't tell people this
only you
you'll keep a secret won't you
cause you're my bestest friend
the ones i love the most
yes your are you
i put my fingers down my throat after a turkey ham
then out it comes, my larynx burns
but there's the ham
yum yum, just before it turned into, well, you know
happy holidays
i wave goodbye

-crazy child holiday monologue

legends

caught inside a weather balloon
the frequency adjusts abnormally attributed
where do we cast ship? when do we fall
am i distant or not just there?
where am i? this experience i feel, it's all around me yet i do not see it
it is the force the realm the power
the microbes and microns leading the future
guiding my every move
my every inch my every step my every flaw
forget thee vast gallows
yee oh ship land
heave until your back, it breaks
heave until you have followed show
don't regard, let them roll their eyes
ask a question that makes sense to your books
and i will tell you one of mine
a nasty tale only the Marquis could tell
a teeter tatter a whisper doom
carry fast the leopards
my name is nothing
my face no more
uncling your grasp let me fall to the asps
on the moving floor for we will go no more
respect thyself to un-detect thyself
they look but they do not touch
too fragile to make a bunch
too fragile of a connection
too fragile for a falling leaf
we tell each other it's happening now
the fall of troy the rise more moria
the legends will rise again
the legends will rise





Thursday, 18 February 2016

the sugars wait

The sugars wait
the daemons gate
look like it's going on forever
wrestlers weep
children bleep
and words are forgotten in distant lands
the mind it speaks
to will is to weep
the savages find themselves in the desert
the money breaks
the fall turns cakes
and autumn is nowhere to be found
when sin has spoken
the truth has broken
the idea of what has happened
and what can
when hollow gates
take up so much space
the room is covering the calendar
the queen she is
hell, let it be
when jupiter is narrow in my mind
the lives they spoke
on the walls of hope
letting ions be ions evermore
the casket breaks
the laugh takes haste
the movement takes its turn into violet
the tomboys mate
commemorate
and the shuffle up and down

the great design

the man in my room

the man in my room shook violently
i saw him there cold and i didn't think
i just acted up what i thought was right
the bag on the table for someone else

but no, this bag had a blanky
one that could have helped that man
do i have a heart? any compassion?
these questions i asked myself

it was not in the moment
in the moment i was leaving
not thinking, gone

in the moment he was me
and i was him
and i couldn't even shelter him from the storm
this will not happen again

i promise
if it takes my wads of nothingness
i will make sure the cold stay warm
not by just my hand but with the help of many

this is promise you
this, i will do
for that man in my room

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

wooden chance

there was a woman I met oh so long
she shook her head, she looked to the floor
my hideous eyes could bear no wooden chance

the illumination lasted just a minute or so
the pumpkin bursts, the shattered torn
the love life of chipmunks made me wonder

i drank some water
made me strong
the open bottle, stood stray along
the calming sense of a song by known man

he rested his hat, furrowed his brow
he entered the path, clarinet involved
the sound made me whisper into her ear

this girl she left town a mile ago
on doctor's orders, she had the flu
sneezed into a handkerchief, in her pocket

there was a man I knew quite well
a doctor's son, his soul to tell
everytime he looked in the mirror, he saw my face
for the doctor i have been all along

strumming an old guitar, drunk off orange juice
how it sounded, how she walked
how she curtseyed, how she talked
wearing black and white, o heaven almighty

it took me time to realize too
that i was living in a wooden shoe
this shoe it broke and it landed me on my feet
the shoe that broke held a mother's laugh
her sons and daughters, straying the path

the only son left out to save the poor and needy
Alleluia

dear sir/madame

i wrote this on a piece of paper:

Dear sir or ma'am,

I write to you this because I am afraid of my loss for a piece of paper nor typewriter and thus neither, so now i have nothing but this napkin. I need you a favor, something grand and awake, a package must be picked up. I promise this is no joke, for I am a wealthy man, who has lost some grandchildren in your land of bidding and your continence is believed to be in your household. I am wealthy yet I grave no possessions. I am humble in servitude and I need you as much as you need me. My address is on the back and the phone number is decoded. Help me find my kin. For you will be repute stature and essence and everything known in your land as wealth.

Forgive us who trespasses,

*marked*

J.Stevenson, at your discourse and your service.

mid-day afternoon

I've come back to you immortals
for we live forever in this hole in the ground
we dig it ourselves as our mania ticks and twitches
when depressed we sing and merry some hidden wine

when i just couldn't resist i had to hold onto to a dear friend
that friend gave me hope, resilience, the will to move forward
we must not give up that will for once we do we are lost in the forebodes of our ancestors
how they turned to scum!

the worms in the dirt
the birds in the nest
raving and jabbering waiting for us to perish down
all the way down, to a nether land that is quite not nether nor near

i cry ashes and she spits venom down my throat
for i am not what you once thought
i have evolved into the oceans, the shields and the everglades
i have forgotten all those who rang true and yielded deity

that deity has been succumbed but the pleasure has not
the wanting to see the past
the urge, and the unwanted
the need and the desire with the wonder of the further

they stand sitting at my stoop to wonder what i type
but it's only words, pish posh, bite your tongue, for today is a new day
tomorrow shall surely be my last
and midday i take my vitamins and alas ultra men need no sleep