tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post3818660742017130636..comments2023-05-19T04:43:07.416-07:00Comments on The Asylum For The Hunted.: Therapy Session #1Kelevrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-45023500364130015142013-07-12T10:25:52.827-07:002013-07-12T10:25:52.827-07:00Thanks for sharing this, can't say I love the ...Thanks for sharing this, can't say I love the style, but hey, at least the meaning is rather good, and yes, you are right, it is similar to my interpretation.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-75319576793277660832013-07-12T10:10:54.286-07:002013-07-12T10:10:54.286-07:00It doesn't matter.
A man is from South Africa...It doesn't matter.<br /><br />A man is from South Africa<br />and the streets of Moscow.<br />He is in the Afghan military.<br />He is Mexican.<br />He is white, black, Asian.<br />He is Catholic, Jewish, Muslim.<br />Swedish. Trinidadian.<br /><br />His hair is black. His hair is blonde.<br />His eyes are blind from the sun. <br />His eyes are bloodshot from weed.<br />His eyes are blue, brown, gold.<br />It doesn't matter.<br />He has webbed toes. He has no toes. He has no feet.<br />He has no left ring finger.<br />Not anymore.<br />It doesn't matter.<br />He is ten. He is nine and a half.<br />He is seventy five.<br />A mid-life crisis.<br />Or just a crisis.<br /><br />He beats his dog. His son-in-law beats his daughter.<br />He pursues the Timberwolves and they pursue him.<br />He is a proxy and a runner and a Judgment and a Lilim.<br />He takes care of sick camels.<br />He takes care of sled dogs.<br />He misses home. He has never left.<br /><br />He has cancer.<br />Malignant tumour, they said.<br />Six months, they said.<br />A million years, they said.<br />Fuck off, he said.<br />Get out of my house, she said.<br />Tough shit, we said.<br />He doesn't speak English.<br />He teaches it.<br />He can't read. Lucky cancer is more than a word.<br />Staining his mind. Infected all the way through<br />It spreads to the bones,<br />It tears through the marrow.<br />It's cancer. It's madness. It's cystic fibrosis.<br />It's guilt. It's hunger. It's malaria.<br />It's paranoia. It's hatred. It's the common cold.<br />It doesn't matter.<br /><br />Wife carried a son.<br />Son carried a gun.<br />All carried a coffin. <br />All carried a disease.<br />All carried maggots.<br />Police carried a search warrant.<br />One in a million.<br />One in seven billion.<br />Seven billion in seven billion.<br /><br />Wrong. Right. Wright.<br />Soldier, pacifist.<br />Fighter, lover.<br />Singer, killer.<br /><br />Side by side.<br />He listens to Bon Jovi.<br />He listens to old radio.<br />He has never heard a dialling tone.<br />He listens to the gunshots in the morning.<br />He listens to the birds in the evening.<br />He keeps watch for lions in the savannah.<br />He keeps watch for bears in the tundra.<br />It doesn't matter.<br /><br />He is a she. He was a she? She was a he?<br />It doesn't matter.<br />On the outside, he is skin.<br />On the inside, bone.<br />On the outside, angry.<br />On the inside, sad.<br />In the middle.<br />Twisted. Disfigured. Wrought.<br /><br />He wants.<br />He needs.<br />He kills.<br />He plunders.<br />He rapes.<br />He suffers.<br />Humanity suffers.<br />Twist. Disfigure. Wring.<br />Rape. Steal. Plunder.<br />Drill. Aim. Fire.<br />It doesn't matter.<br /><br />✒MatveiTalmaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01606674651953740922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-75047796811863067132013-07-12T09:11:54.682-07:002013-07-12T09:11:54.682-07:00Thank you. I like to analyze and break apart thing...Thank you. I like to analyze and break apart things to look at them so that's where all the details come in I suppose. (Sadly this leads to my habit of over-analyzing many a thing...)<br /><br />Well one could make an argument that I'm in some serious need of therapy, and I'm not about to go see a shrink! I'd be committed in a heartbeat. Tori Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09561446989884681238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-81270300074544627592013-07-12T09:01:59.795-07:002013-07-12T09:01:59.795-07:00By the way Kelevra, your interpretation of the pic...By the way Kelevra, your interpretation of the picture reminds me of this song I know, the part where it goes:<br /><br />When I was little,<br />I dressed up as an astronaut, and explored outer-space <br />I dressed up as a superhero, and ran about the place <br />I dressed up as a fireman, and rescued those in need <br />I dressed up as a doctor, and cured every disease <br /><br />It was crystal clear to me back then <br />That the only problems that I could face <br />Would be the same problems that affect us all <br />But of course this sense of common existence <br />Was sucked out of me in an instance <br />As if from birth I could walk <br />But I was forced to crawl<br /><br />You can listen to the song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwvMnAml5q0" rel="nofollow">here</a>.Sannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-37527634394834095882013-07-11T22:28:38.213-07:002013-07-11T22:28:38.213-07:00What an amazingly awesome point of view, you descr...What an amazingly awesome point of view, you described everything perfectly well,you saw such details that I myself might have ignored, very good.<br /><br />Also, happy you decided to join in our little therapy session.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-1970580567609355082013-07-11T22:26:21.868-07:002013-07-11T22:26:21.868-07:00Oh here we go with the necrophiliac thing, so I fu...Oh here we go with the necrophiliac thing, so I fuck dead bodies, not like I do it out of enjoyment.<br /><br />What you say, could be true, but also what I say could be also true. And what I say is that I won't use this knowledge of these people against them, for one I don't know how I would go about doing that. But again, I can't prove that and you can't prove your point of view, so yeah.<br /><br />I don't think they are a bunch of sheep, people need to express themselves and I am giving them an opportunity to do that, along the way I'm enjoying myself because I get truly some amazing thoughts here in the comment section.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-46592579541318376852013-07-11T20:49:14.059-07:002013-07-11T20:49:14.059-07:00Okay, I guess I'll give it a shot. This may ge...Okay, I guess I'll give it a shot. This may get long so bear with me. <br /><br />I'll start with how the picture in and of itself is composed. It looks akin to an X-ray image with the nearly glowing white on a black background and some parts (feather, face) being brighter than others (outline of the arm, hands, shoulder). To me this represents how some things are so startlingly clear that you can't miss them, and some are so complex that, no matter what you do, they are still hidden from you. <br /><br />Now I'll move from left to right. So the feather and the hand.<br /><br />I actually saw the feather at first as a small animal, perhaps a humming bird, but then I realized it was a singular feather and not a small bird. This feather, as stated before, is very bright and stands out in stark contrast to everything around it. But, the feather is not detailed. You cannot see the fibers tuft out or join together the way you can on an actual feather. This represents that, even if we think we understand something, we don't understand every aspect of it. <br /><br />The feather appears to be simply resting on the index finger of the hand and not gripped between the index finger and the thumb. This represents that what we know is only a fleeting knowledge and can be changed by a smile change in the environment; it would only take a small breeze to lift the feather off of the finger would it not?<br /><br />Now, onto the man. Or it could be a woman, but he strikes me as a man. You can see parts of his brain and the muscle tissue in his face. This means that people - no matter how hard they try or now many walls they build up - are always transparent if you know how to look at them correctly. But his body is not the same way, so that means that any knowledge you gain of a person is never complete. There's always more.<br /><br />The eye-sockets are completely black. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, so this can mean that no one can really see who you are by looking into your eyes, or that this man has no soul. For explanation's sake, I shall go with the former.<br /><br />The expression that I see on the man's face is a sad or confused look. The eye-sockets are flatter at the top, showing that any eyebrows or related muscles would be angled down. The mouth is also placed in a rather extreme frown.<br /><br />In conclusion: We can understand many things, people, places and situations; but we can never fully understand them, no matter how much we wish to. No matter how long you stare at something and think you understand it, that understanding can change in an instant.<br /><br />No knowledge is fully correct, or permanent. Knowledge is a fluid, ever-changing thing like time. And with both time and knowledge people will always want what they can't have - more. Tori Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09561446989884681238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-56390817841587637532013-07-11T16:24:07.742-07:002013-07-11T16:24:07.742-07:00Oh yeah, it's all fun and enlightening convers...Oh yeah, it's all fun and enlightening conversations for you to mull over while you shove your dick into the many orifices of a corpse. <br /><br />You're not a doctor, you're not charming, the only thing you give a shit about is toying with people. And I don't like the fact you've decided to start pulling out the Thematic Apperception Test because I have no fucking clue what you plan to do with it, and yet every single person here is just like "Analyze me," like fucking sheep to a slaughter. <br /><br />So fucking fuck you. Miss Annaleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14901138668670983099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-26289456681461797582013-07-11T09:47:30.924-07:002013-07-11T09:47:30.924-07:00Your such a spoil sport you know that?
I mean whe...Your such a spoil sport you know that?<br /><br />I mean where do I indicate that I'm smart? I just want to have good conversations with smart people of this little blog world we surround ourselves with.<br /><br />And as you can see most of them conveyed some awesome ideas and thoughts that I enjoy reading, I don't know what your problem is, you need to seriously get laid.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-13379873563045908382013-07-11T08:01:47.915-07:002013-07-11T08:01:47.915-07:00I see an asshat trying to be clever. I see an asshat trying to be clever. Miss Annaleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14901138668670983099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-82051699834900720502013-07-11T00:39:39.473-07:002013-07-11T00:39:39.473-07:00Feather, as a flame? Very good.
But Kyle, you see...Feather, as a flame? Very good.<br /><br />But Kyle, you see the story behind this drawing, so it is I who should be asking you that question.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-45034170976299891792013-07-11T00:36:12.752-07:002013-07-11T00:36:12.752-07:00That is a very interesting interpretation, a MEDic...That is a very interesting interpretation, a MEDical (Ho Ho Ho Ho!) explanation, very good.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-43900223296468865912013-07-10T19:41:50.797-07:002013-07-10T19:41:50.797-07:00My first thought was "he's holding a tran...My first thought was "he's holding a tranquilizer dart" instead of a feather. Contemplatively, and a little melancholy. There's meaning attached to the thing. Is he going to use it, or has it already been used? For what purpose? The image itself is reminiscent of X rays or MRI scans, which suggests self examination and introspection. Or I could have just pulled that out of my ass. My point is there is a decision being made here, and a heavy one.Medhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11117676180106766157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-859385749374816092013-07-10T12:10:28.026-07:002013-07-10T12:10:28.026-07:00Aw, Raggedy, come on think it up, turn up your ima...Aw, Raggedy, come on think it up, turn up your imagination, granted I did have a laugh at your answer, but be more creative, imagination go wild, everyone has it in them.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-54108367785751699362013-07-10T12:08:00.743-07:002013-07-10T12:08:00.743-07:00Ah, against all odds, good one, very good.Ah, against all odds, good one, very good.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-53247651781478745692013-07-10T12:07:39.911-07:002013-07-10T12:07:39.911-07:00I saw the feather as a flame so I'm basing thi...I saw the feather as a flame so I'm basing this on what I first saw. <br /><br />What I see is a sad, old man who is about to give himself a live Viking funeral. There is the simple answer, but the part I'm interested in is what would lead the man to commit suicide. <br />Kyle L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00268215156318542071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-12981675179540030672013-07-10T12:07:17.600-07:002013-07-10T12:07:17.600-07:00Oh so then immortality of being always remembered ...Oh so then immortality of being always remembered through a certain item, good, very good.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-71853493843503941012013-07-10T11:48:51.898-07:002013-07-10T11:48:51.898-07:00The person who accepts the feather is a little gir...The person who accepts the feather is a little girl who plays with the feather, batting it around in the air. She made him a card and stuck the feather on it and gave it to him as a present.<br /><br />(Just wanted a happier ending.)Sannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-61209391758025821022013-07-10T11:23:35.008-07:002013-07-10T11:23:35.008-07:00The man found what he thought was a cool feather o...The man found what he thought was a cool feather on the ground. <br /><br />He went to pick up it and discovered that it was nothing more than your average white feather. <br /><br />Disappointed by the result of his endeavor, he went up to the first person he saw and said "Would you like this feather? It saddens me." <br /><br />...Yeah that's all I got<br /><br />-RaggedyRaggedymanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06695059190140171237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-75231557398061972512013-07-10T10:22:08.953-07:002013-07-10T10:22:08.953-07:00I'm not very good with normal words, so this w...I'm not very good with normal words, so this will have lots of swearing.<br /><br /><br /><br />Life, and her ssters (Time, Karma, and Irony), are all bitches.<br /><br />Karma is the least of a bitch. She's like big brother, always watching and scolding when doing something wrong. But they turn into big mother when repeatedly doing wrong, beating you at that point.<br /><br />Then there is Irony, she strike at the perfect (worst) times. She makes the best or worst situations flip on their heads in a clusterfuck of ways.<br /><br />Next, Time. Time is the bitchiest of Life's siblings. She rips you away from the comforts of a child, putting you in the uncomfortableness of an adolescent, then throwing you into the shitty life of an adult. Finally she ages your body to a point of being a burden (Perishing Body).<br /><br />Life is the bitch of all bitches. She constantly tries to take away that last spark of.....ANYTHING away from you. Hope, love, hate, lust, envy, everything, life tries to take it away (Feather). But you hold it firmly in your grasp, watching it wittle away as Life pulls at it.<br /><br />*JPJP/Veigarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902347642347042654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-21040968224562499952013-07-10T08:39:59.552-07:002013-07-10T08:39:59.552-07:00You spelled it correctly.
The sin is usually call...You spelled it correctly.<br /><br />The sin is usually called envy.<br /><br />Envy can either come because we are too obsessed with ourselves, or because we obsess too much over others and don't see what we have.Sannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-87814568377573832352013-07-10T08:26:21.369-07:002013-07-10T08:26:21.369-07:00Now for the Feather, I guess. Again, don't lau...Now for the Feather, I guess. Again, don't laugh at me.<br /><br />The feather is something important to them. The feather could easily be a dream as you said. It could also be something like hope.<br /><br />While it's the only good thing they have going for them, they are afraid of ruining the feather, they think that carrying it will corrupt it. They see the world as dark, hence why it's in black. In white, the feather is the only 'pure', 'light' thing they have. Alternatively, the feather is everything to them, all they have left. The feather is the only thing that is not a burden on them.<br /><br />They don't understand that feather isn't as delicate as they think. Not many people understand the properties of feathers. Feathers are waterproof, strong and light. They are highly flexible and let birds fly and turn at high speeds. They camouflage birds and let them stay hidden from predators and prey. They can keep the bird's eggs warm. They also keep the bird warm, although they can also be used to keep it cool.<br /><br />When a beautiful bird flies away and leaves a feather, you can pick that feather up, but you will never see the bird again. In time, the bird could well be dead. The feather may be all they have left of something, or someone, that left or passed away.Sannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-34462582565121627792013-07-10T08:19:23.112-07:002013-07-10T08:19:23.112-07:00Ah jealousy! (I think that's how you spell it)...Ah jealousy! (I think that's how you spell it).<br /><br />The feeling that is the very source of many sins and in fact a sin itself.<br /><br />Take notes ladies and gents Knitty and Minxie are doing a tremendous job of interpretation.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-58328972541803564032013-07-10T07:24:50.205-07:002013-07-10T07:24:50.205-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Raggedymanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06695059190140171237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401237447955278049.post-50196895932593363492013-07-10T06:32:51.526-07:002013-07-10T06:32:51.526-07:00Humanity is a jealous petty sort. Always has been
...Humanity is a jealous petty sort. Always has been<br />We dream of the ideal, the seemingly impossible <br />Yet, due to our very nature, we crush those who have already achieved that ideal<br /><br />An early man wishes to fly as a bird, but upon discovering he cannot, he kills the bird out of spite<br /><br />Such is the way of our species. Now, we may not always kill those who possess that which we do not, but we still exercise the same cruelty in other ways. <br /><br />Perhaps we seek to expose or emphasize their flaws<br /><br />Perhaps we take pleasure in any suffering they happen to endure<br /><br />Perhaps, if we can, we steal that thing which we lack<br /><br />And when we do, we become the new target, if we are not already<br />KnitWolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07727268354875091059noreply@blogger.com