Perished in translation

Trying not to feed humanities inert capacity to fantasize is a tough business. People getting lost in dreams with hidden roots of self-inadequacy. Minds making up heart, falling wayside in confused pity when, of course, the two weren’t working side by side. Whole. This is the issue. An issue that stands alongside the flamingo’s iconography towards the eccentricity of the supposed strange. The aspiration for an organic café, combining a dream catcher-jewelry business, when statistics of their commonality were never pondered. Or those, confusing production with process- separating their lives- into the battle of making do with justice thorns prancing into bleeding hands, spraying eyes with life. Humans turning themselves into products, advertising themselves ‘artistically’ in city streets. Crying for recognition, please ‘look at me, look at me’. We look, because we have eyes that enjoy to look, yet our hearts fall short at the brim of hollowness, drowning in, yet another perished in translation.

You must become entertainers,
feed humanities hunger towards distraction
stand out
and then you’ll make a dim-a-dollar
off empty work and overworked adrenals.

22 responses to Perished in translation

  1. A poignant post that has me sad but nodding. I like this sentence the best Jessie

    – “An issue that stands alongside the flamingo’s iconography towards the eccentricity of the supposed strange.”

    The photo – It’s all in the eyes as we bend to or against our will.

    – esme upon the Cloud

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Thank you, how come sad? Ah yes, the flamingo’s, I myself fell into the conditionings of their fanciful nature, knowing I enjoyed the -feeling- of what they represent and not fully understanding thus due to limited self (everyone)-inquiry at the time.

      Malie does indeed look a stunned mullet for sure!

      • Well, this bit – “People getting lost in dreams with hidden roots of self-inadequacy. Minds making up heart, falling wayside in confused pity when, of course, the two weren’t working side by side. Whole. This is the issue. An issue that stands alongside the flamingo’s iconography towards the eccentricity of the supposed strange. The aspiration for an organic café, combining a dream catcher-jewelry business, when statistics of their commonality were never pondered. Or those, confusing production with process- separating their lives- into the battle of making do with justice thorns prancing into bleeding hands, spraying eyes with life. Humans turning themselves into products, advertising themselves ‘artistically’ in city streets. Crying for recognition, please ‘look at me, look at me’. ” – has some soft tragedy to it to me, the push, the necessity for recognition, to be seen, to have those bleeding hand, turning into products…you’re such a doll for asking though. And in it is testament to why I like you so much for asking. *nods*. Being from different countries will add to this of course, but it is the essence that makes the difference ultimately, regardless. *hugs her*

        – esme nodding and sharing a pit of tea with Jessie upon the Cloudy

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        I guess it depends on how you look at it , but I can see where you are coming from. My role, at present is to observe, and reflect with little in terms of any personal opinion towards our progress ?

        Although, this afternoon I found myself watching a movie about this young girl being sold into sex slavery without no clue. To say I was emotional is an understatement , spent the afternoon howling in tears that this stuff actually happens in the world. It’s called ‘Lilya 4-ever’ if you were ever curious.

        Takes a breath and then a sip of tea

  2. brown eyes, i have those. alpha linoleic acid, and the half life of acid floating in my retina somewhere in fractions of micrograms, and acids, and bases…

    building blocks of life! 6__6 🌞

    overworked adrenals suck. wanna retire by next year, fuck getting paid a lot of money to unnecessarily take on other people’s problems at the expense of life energy.

    peace out ^__^V 🌌

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Holy moly, are you a scientist? Yeah I retired myself, can’t remember when , Tis great surrendering to service 🙂

      Peace

  3. As ever it is the writing, a unique and most surreal style you have. First read is always for the writing, second one for the understanding…what a civilised way to start this day of many things to do.

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Thanks Mike, your encouragement always lifts my enthusiasm to write , have a good day full of many things

      • Perhaps ‘complex’ would be a better term. I didn’t mean to connote anything negative by using ‘difficult’. I tend to read ‘difficult’ books, for example, because I find them more rewarding ultimately. I like ‘difficult’ films – psychological ones – because much of life is difficult or complex. Things don’t appear difficult or complex to the one who understands those phenomena within themselves – such as yourself in this instance – but the difficulty comes in standing in the shoes of that same understanding, so to speak. Do you know what I mean Jessie?

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        Ah yes, do you mean the writing is complex or the subject matter?

        My mind does enjoy to work things out too

      • To some extent, the two are interrelated I think. In part, you are discussing a conflict between intuition (the ‘heart’) and intellect (the ‘mind’), which necessarily is complex, not least of all in determining where the boundaries of each are – where the conscious drifts into the sub-conscious, where verbalisation dissolves into feeling. So, conceptually, and no matter what style one writes in, these things are complex, or ‘difficult’.

        Then you take that complexity and couch it in what seems to me almost a poetic style i.e. “An issue that stands alongside the flamingo’s iconography towards the eccentricity of the supposed strange.” That takes quite a bit of unravelling. What is the flamingo’s iconography – showiness, perhaps? I don’t really know. And what does it mean to be ‘strange’ (as you say ‘supposed’) and how does ‘eccentricity’ stand in contradistinction to the strange – erraticness, perhaps? Either way, the whole doesn’t seamlessly trip off the tongue to land squarely in any immediate understanding – that’s why I say it’s almost poetic.

        ‘Stylish. Deep. Difficult.’ – This seems to sum it up, for me at least. 🙂

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        Yeah, after I wrote the comment, packed some fish, I too thought about their obvious intertwine.

        I really enjoyed your breaking it down though, because I never thought that deeply about it all, but as you say, I probably did?

        Thanks for taking the time, your support is always appreciated 🙂

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        As a joke I really wanted to say “what’s that mean?” but I won’t, becuase that would be silly.

      • Aha! You do it too – i.e. you type: ‘becuase’ instead of ‘because’ when you type quickly. I tell you Jessie, I’ve had a devil of a job getting out of that habit, and have now programmed my brain to slow everything down when a ‘because’ comes up. It seems so much more natural for the fingers to type the ‘u’ before the ‘a’ for some inexplicable reason. o_O

  4. The Institute for the Study of Slightly Varying Circumstances

    “Beware these children, behind their fiery hypnotic eyes lurk the demon forces of another world…it’s them or us, for these are the children of the damned!”

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