Observations on Chaos
By Helen Slade
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In Observations on Chaos, Helen Slade looks at the chaotic features of Life, Nature, People, Places and Science. Turbulence can be found in all these areas; from a state of mind (A Discourse on Depression) to what we have done to our planet (Ruination) and the violence of war (Boudiccas Curse).
The 25 illustrations in this poetry book are her own paintings. In the portraits she has hoped to extract the visual essence of the subject, not a mere likeness.
Helen Slade
Helen Slade, artist and poet, believes that expressing yourself artistically is finding yourself and losing yourself. It is as simple and as complicated at that. Your observations filter into your mind, are felt in your heart, and are translated by your soul. You are driven to express the eternal and interpret the profound. She currently lives in British Columbia, Canada. She is also the author of the poetry collection Impromptu Musings.
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Observations on Chaos - Helen Slade
Table of Contents
LIFE
EPIPHANY DURING THE NINTH
CONNECTING THE CIRCLE
SEXUAL EVOLUTION
THE SEARCH
APPLE CIDER
INTERRUPTUS
SWEET TORMENT
MISUNDERSTANDING
A DISCOURSE ON DEPRESSION
NATURE
BLACKBERRYING
MIRACULOUS MIGRATION
A PASSION FOR PLANTS
RAVEN
DAYDREAM
NATURAL
NATURE’S CHAOTIC BALANCE
RUINATION
FOG FALLS
WINTER SLEEP
GANG
PEOPLE
SPRING REUNION
MINSTREL
CAN’T HELP MYSELF
HELP YOURSELF
UNDONE BY DONNE
ISAAC NEWTON THE MAN
HELEN—NOT A LOVE STORY
A WOMAN’S PLACE
PILOT (FOR DANIEL)
FINDING THE CELT
BOUDICCA’S CURSE
THE LOTTERY FAIRY
PLACES
GATCOMBE CHURCH
HELENAIA
HALYARD CHORUS
THE GOLD OF ITALIA
THE CRISIS IN LITTLE BORNING
VEGAS
OCTOBER – EARLY MORNING –
HAMPTON COURT GROUNDS
SCIENCE
BACKWARD TIME
PARTICIPATORY UNIVERSE
ARTIST—SCIENTIST
ISAAC NEWTON—THE SCIENTIST
RESEARCH
CHAOS
NAKED SINGULARITIES
To Christopher
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LIFE
SKU-000475029_TEXT.pdfSelf Portrait at 40
EPIPHANY DURING THE NINTH
True artistic expression
is a manifestation of the daemon.
A revelation of that hypnotic
and the timeless state
in the multiverse
where you must appease
the energy force.
You see hear and feel
the tentacled groping
of this haunting.
You gasp a strangled cry
and grip the sides of reality
to assuage the inner self.
Expression without the daemon
is a phoney and dishonest
statement of nothingness.
But the battles and tormented
wrestling with the daemon
drive many to despair—
as they wring out their souls
while expressing their art.
Transporting themselves
to a freedom zone
and the liberation terminal.
Some seek a crisis to satisfy the daemon
and shred themselves to excess
drowning in drink
overdosing on drugs.
Believing that a life lived
at the edge of existence
will enable a purge
of the creative force.
If they cannot inhale
the daemon’s breath
then the purge is
— a useless and pathetic
exercise in futility.
Dying in abbreviation.
You cannot fake the daemon
but you can fail
to recognize it
at your peril.
As the Gnostic Gospels say—
"if you do not bring forth
what is within your self—
it will destroy you."
An exasperated suicide
desperate desperation
eternal frustration
damned to disaster
vaporized despair.
I longed to be known—
so I created the world—
that I could be known.[1]
Connection realization transportation.
Thesaurussed thoughts.
Borderline dreams.
Nightmare visions.
Dragged through the dredges
of gushes of ruts—
swamped deluged and wiped out.
Psychedelic dramas
magnified perceptions
simultaneous equations
of experience.
Neither too much or too little
but the nice absolute quantity
for life’s balance.
Brought to the doors
of the big bang
to quantify the galactic hopes
and steer away
from chaos to order
and back again.
Catalystic energy
quantum designs of fine tuning
in a parallel universe.
Face to face with the daemon.
No longer inside you
but exterior and partnered
with your soul.
Automatically written in
the mystery matter and energy
darkly shattered
by the unexpected miracle.
A long low hum
of a black hole in B flat.
Shards of splintered civilizations
and shreds of genetic memories
in convoluted and contorted
grey matter.
Segregated and symphonic dreams.
Myths of personalities
gathered and recorded
as a remembrance
of the human condition
rendered obsolete
by extinction.
Redemption by my redeemer
deemeth to demystify
the declaration of demeanour
demanding an end to damnation
devising a doctrine of
ethics morality and madness.
The edges of the blues
drooled onto a dime of dimensions.
The improvised jazz of feelings
a jam session of sensuality
the bliss of a symphony.
Striving to pacify the daemon.
Demonstrated by flamenco’s duende
and whirled by the dervish
in spiritual removal.
The deejay priest presides at the craving rave.
Moved and rhythmed movements
ecstatically worshipped
by the groaning teen
strung out on chemicals.
The poetry of rap—raptured.
A symphonic connection
in the cathedral’s vocal cord.
A chant of Gregorian sound
musically moved
motivated to the roof
and all around.
The individual meld
Of visual waterfalls
in a legacy of paintings.
Sucked into the centre
of a canvas in a
split second glance.
The dimensional twirl
of a sculpture.
The patterned preoccupation of shape
imprinted on a primed mind.
Once you meet the daemon
And are introduced to
the manifestation
and recognize
those obsessed features
caught in a compulsive grip
and a convulsive gasp—
an esoteric mask
must slip to reveal
the universal self
and unite you with the immortal beloved.
CONNECTING THE CIRCLE
One of your senses will take you
to the steps of the time spiral.
Pick up the disconnected ends
and transform yourself.
You will touch, see, hear,
your personal reality.
Spin into the inner self.
The time spirals collide
and force change in your space.
Does time have substance?
In sacred places does it change?
Is there past time experience?
Do the megaliths angle to the stars?
Yes our duality depends on
the position of the internal observer.
A traveler from a parallel world.
Your inner self creates
your personal reality.
Energy fluctuations —
vibrational changes —
a flawed equilibrium upset
to regain balance.
We have lost touch with
an ancient place
of secret knowledge.
It has spread too far —
dissipated and diluted
altered and changed.
People will look and search
but they don’t see and find.
It needs a liberated mind.
Tussle with the truth
of experience.
Be awed by the blossom
of knowledge.
See the time wheel
turned by the goddess.
Connect the circle ends.
Join the circles to create
an ascending spiral.
Find Shangri-La, Shambhala
Belovodia, Hurqalya.
You belong there.
SKU-000475029_TEXT.pdfBobby
SEXUAL EVOLUTION
The real evolution in sex
is mind intercourse.
Not the sexual fantasy
of pornography
but an orgasm of the intellect.
The intimacy connection
of true communication.
The experience of closeness
that lodges in a memory cell
and revives many
a pleasurable feeling.
The ability to stimulate
a nerve ending
by your absence
not your presence.
Caressed by ideas.
The touch that generates power,
not the moribund demands
of a dead battery.
When the vagina journeys
are completed
and the penis emissions
are depleted
and moans are
no longer from satisfaction
but from complaints.
The sex drive was designed
for procreation.
No matter what diversions
we have decorated it with
or perversions
we have degraded it to.
What tricks have our hormones played?
We have been the giddy feeling
of dopamine.
The pounding heart drama
of adrenalin.
Oxytocin for commitment.
Love is a chemical cocktail.
You both crystallize at the interface.
Separate—you are—
incommensurate.
Together you bond.
Cinderella runs—
but by the fourth year
Prince Charming doesn’t follow.
The cocktail wears off.
Her attraction is hollow.
They are not happy.
They stay together out of habit.
Held together by apathy
faded dreams and bitter regrets.
Inertia rules !
Go in search of the mind
on a higher plane
than the body that engulfs it.
The spirituality of sexuality.
But if you grovel in mechanical sex—
are fooled by pornography
or guilty of the rape crime.
Then I cannot persuade you
to look any further.
You are lost—
and I am wasting my time.
THE SEARCH
Through continuous cunts
searching for
that one pressure sensitive
moment of thrust—
forever lost !
Not an inability to commit
but to connect—
with the right tissue.
Not duped or misled.
Curse those past forbidden moments
when innocent touches lasted
and were considered adequate,
as we rode on the crossbar of hope.
A feast of appetizers—
only beginnings.
Contiguous foreplay empty of conclusions.
Perpetual penetration.
Thinking of the next intercourse.
Where is continence?
Instant sex directed by urge.
A blur of