Sengai’s The Universe (above) was the inspiration for many things a long time ago. D.T. Suzuki (SENGAI/The Zen of Ink and Paper) explains that the circle represents the infinite, the triangle the beginning of all forms: the square comes first, proceeding through “the ten thousand things”. Deep contemplation of these three forms may be all some need.
Those interested in esoteric specifics might consult Drunvalo Melchizedek‘s THE ANCIENT SECRET OF THE FLOWER OF LIFE, Vols. I & II. And Plato. The Sri Yantra (see centerfold) with its triangles going upward and downward (the playful and creative sexual activity of the universe) may draw some in. Otherwise, the chapbook’s packed with various possibilities.
The hexagram quoted in part VIII is number 14! The pix reveal some of what we’ve done with and to “the beginning of all forms”. A balcony: it should all be observed from a balcony.
Though I have no lover,
I too rejoice;
The change of clothes.
Onitsura
PACOBOOKS
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
August, 2002
I
Two tiny triangles (just about that size) on the tummy, four in the morning, April 19th, 2002. Both pointing to the left. In a dream later: the infinite space of them: Sengai floating in and out. Plato’s creek overflowing. Shelley’s women capturing kisses in nets. Kiss enough: one shouldn’t yearn for low damages too soon- damage in the sense of wobbly chakras.
Take the triangle with equal sides, put four together: a tetrahedronal pyramid. Put two of them point-to-point, have them copulate (if you will): the Star Tetrahedron. Some say one’s inside us, another- that needs to be activated by certain breathing patterns- outside. For travel!
Put four sides together with a square base. Infinite squares inside that pyramid. Arrange to adore your love inside a pyramid- lots of ways to construct the form, even just with string. After you’ve lured her there. Or him, or him. (The old lure was an apparatus for recalling the birds in hawking.) At least build her/him a triangular bed.
II
Three angles, put them together: one triangle. They have to be pretty cute, of course. Give a cute angle a third side: almost like being married. Some cute angles would rather stay open. Three triangles, overlapping or not: tritriangles. Three angels? Triangels.
Tri: usually [+]. Try: usually [-]. Really not good, especially with kids. No trying. Doing. Doing. The good bellsound. And it- whichever it- gets better as repetition reduces the need for thought. Very slowly at first: lovers attend. And the toolweilders: hammer, sax, spoon. Give baby spoon as soon as it can hold on, watch as food gets closer & closer to mouth. Feed her until you are ready, you may be feeding her for the rest of your life. Which may be what you want. And always be able to slow no matter what seductions into speed. But no trying. Why he say I’m trying his patience? That work is useless and very trying in the bargain. Try try try again? No, do do do again. Or be. Do or be. Do and be.
Try that on for size.
III
Ha! Remember when the cat was filled with trianger? Anger: angle: angst. Cat in constant angst when not in anger. Made raspy annng sound. Lived in backyard of old house on Ang Street. Hung himself, deliberately, with an extension cord. Was found dangling from a second story window.
In the stuffed word barrel: triumph. One of many trying (!) to glorify war, failing. Can see the umph in most politicians’ faces, particularly now.
The five kids’ mom called one evening, asked if I could appear in front of the Tribunal, make a good case for the annulment of our marriage. She was quite aware of the delight I take in performing. Found dirty old raincoat in cellar, went shaveless for several days, stayed up all night partying. Later that a.m. sat in raincoat in front of priest, babbled for over an hour into his tape recorder. Tried for years to get copies of that tape. Wish there were a pic of the man when his eyes reached saucer size. His inhales sounded like farts.
Think we need to run a triad in the right magazine, or on the net: one singer, two dancers. Could be one person who sang, danced twice as much. Or danced and sang twice as much.
Fear of the number 13: the phallic one, the bottom-on-its-side three. What else. No fear, terror.
IV
Had the first king three balls? The tribal king, Mol-Ool. Curious take on the trinity. Bob Hope’s I’ll meet you in front of the pawn shop & you can kiss me under the balls. First tribe: Mama, Papa, Baby: Mama’s on the bed, Papa’s on the cot, Baby’s on the floor just a-blowin’ his top….
Triage down the years: Robert le Bugre, reformed Cathar inquisitor, claimed to be able to detect a heretic by the way he moved. Bugger stems (ha!) from Bugres, as Cathari were known, from their Bulgarian origin.
Trilobites and brachiopods from field in Kansas? Read Ginsburg’s Wichita Vortex Sutra. It can be very strange out there. Out there: relative to a point on the eastern side of the Susquehanna. Dad gathered up lots of the fossilized little bivalves, had some made into neat bracelets and stuff for Pell. Don’t remember seeing an intact three-lober. Must have all been taken by Mol-Ool. Always got handful of the pods at the end of a visit. Had one in the playbox (along with Blake pix, a starfish, a crystal and some peach pits) to use during an entheogenic session. Watched the pod start to open, thin black spidery lines darting out. Was interrupted by lecture on sexuality by two kittens.
The extent to which one succeeds in gaining a non-verbal education will determine whether s/he makes it through all the trials.
V
One of the very first fascinating words was velocipede. Lost its savor when someone pointed out that tricycle was more accurate. Guess it was the -pede part that held me in thrall, my attraction to toilets being what it was (and is). Peeing in the tub. They wouldn’t let me ride my tricipede in the tub. Wanted to.
Now they say the Vatican has hidden away in its vaults a time machine known as a chronovisor. No one’s sure whether it did the crucifixion or not. The floating cross has four ends. They don’t want you to know anything about that. Some painters did it that way anyway.
Consciousness can go back: no baggage allowed, no souvenirs brought back. It seems that OOBE (Out of Body Experience: astral projection) can allow access to all data. The many who’ve made these trips don’t usually come back with much more than the, figuratively speaking, tee shirt that says My lover spliced with a Reptilian and this is all I got.
VI
There’s the odd little worm that gets into pigs, other mammals, humans who eat them. But China and Pigs and Worms (beware seeing these as symbols) may well bring up- for our benefit and joy- a China of three parts: Trichina: three big pieces all getting along with one another, and all the rest of us. USA may go into five parts. It’s been considered for some while.
The trisexual nature of the human is what They really can’t stand. In a better mood a long time ago we had the choice of many arrangements. Look to the left. Plato saw an edge of this. But knowing our trial natures & being able to act on them made the controllers increasingly nervous. Be easier for us if we split ’em apart! became the standard. We’ve been scrambling ever since. You see, They have no sense of the sensexual at all. And the ones in our midst who can love with body or no body, mind or no mind: They hate these hardest of all. Tricky to draw stuff that hasn’t been seen for so long.
Note the importance of symmetry as it relates to function. Asymmetry is neat, mostly when looking. Be moving, watch the rules.
VII
Tripe? Odd you should mention it. Pepper Pot soup- a favorite of dad’s- has tripe in it. Meant you could imagine being in a belly a lot more easily. And there was Poppy the bulldog who loved to dash over to people- often tripod people: those who need a third thing of some sort to stay balanced- turn completely around and back her rear end onto whatever she could. Someone sitting with the leg crossed over & a toe pointing out was tops. Dad said we had to wait to laugh till the targets had gone home. That was really hard.
You like tripe? Make sure your mate does too, or at least understands. At the heart of every signifcant gut feeling, hiding the tripe- love can bring havoc. Those who can’t stand tripe have probably missed the feel of the tongue. The pig affair (butchering) began at seven a.m. Somewhere before eight- the organs were out & cooking in the big black pot- a gal jogged up, secured the waiting stomach, jogged away. Someone explained that she’d stuff it with potatoes, onions, sausage, carrots & spices, and bake it.
Kid lies on the bed, makes spatials with another kid’s tripod. Long skinny legs, used for holding charts. Last of the many forms: a headdress: the modern tricorn. The Reborn Tricorn. Then, the Triborn Recorn. Recorn: option master for recorning. Or simply: to corn again.
VIII
The young dentist has a tri-cuspidore near the chair. This particular afternoon, a maced cat soothes herself in one, a hand gives the finger out of another (witnesses!), and the contents of the third rise up in a cone-shaped spinning vortex. All at once. As good a scene as the time the octopus tried to screw the bagpipe.
As he leapt into the air the fisherman skewered him on the wooden wall with his three-pronged fork. Right through the head: mouth full of trident. Fisherman walked back toward the water muttering Chew on that for a while. The King of Flenwet’s trident is shown with the three see- hear- speak-no-evil creatures impaled on the three prongs up their rears. They don’t last long that way.
Three grams of hash in Maroc- they produce it in abundance there- three grams of delight. Six grams and maybe a hex on you. One trigram: the clinging, flame, radience. The other: the creative, heaven. In this case, “the two trigrams indicate that strength and clarity unite.” We need flexibility, civilized intelligence and most of all a big wagon. What’s important there: balance and load. Result: “Using celestial action as the substance from which to produce the functions of innocent and compassionate action.” So.
IX
Some have from time to time decided to try theism, as opposed to others who simply “did”, or experienced, theism. On the points of the triangle there were Dad, Son and Spirit. Triangle tacked to the wall- nail in center- and someone spins it. No one’s on top for long. Kids love the game. Gambling. All this resulted in tritheism. Three distinct gods. (Or as KSK would say, Gods.) Then of course the three were open to power struggles. And so it goes.
Try Toma. No, do Toma. If you have a good channel. Toma skied off with the angels not long ago. Will probably send reports if he hasn’t done so already. First tritoma (Red Hot Poker) to bloom from the dozens that lined both sides of the driveway into our apartment outside & above Mexico City opened small space in brain. It still gives a reddish glow there on Thursdays.
And near the sea on certain nights the wails the tritons make when they are angry or sick or overly festooned: BLOOO-EHHRROOOB-EHRO-BLOOB-BLUURR, etc., etc., seep into the tiny empty spaces and people who listen rock gently & have fun.
X
Don’t trifle with a rifle he’d learned in the service. Now she rifles through his drawers, looking for his gun. The barrel of the gun. Empty barrel, empty rain barrel. Thirst barreling down the street. And she makes him trifles: leftover cake, jelly, fruits, lots of whipped cream. They strip, get in the tub with a huge bowlful, apply it to one another, nuzzle and tongue it off. Eat most of it.
Mutilated animals popping down- being found- in Argentina. Genitals and tongues removed with surgical precision. No blood to be found. Is this like so much else the result of the “normalization” produced through hypocrisy and secrets? Some take their tape recorders to grave yards, every now and then get words or phrases: old woman’s voice: Perfect Circle. Child’s voice: So do I.
If an insect morphed into a bisect (bisexual insect- they must exist), then went again, trisects would flawl and cry about. Sure, you’ll worship the Trinity, but let a guy want two gals, or a gal two guys, and no one can handle it. And if he shows her three members- unless she does too- what do you think she’ll do?
XI
They’ve got the man with the fan in his hand, got him up the hanging tree-o: trio: trouble. Those three gods again. Perhaps in the past it was one god and two godesses- or two and one- but They were jealous of that pattern too. The Trimurti (perhaps a relative of Krishnamurti) worked as well as any: Brahma, Vishnu, Siva. The end of the phase, shifting up: Trimorphic Man. Sorry, the Trimorphic Human.
At the new school the kiddies all make triptychs of the one they’ll grow into season by season: Youthful Shredding of the Triangle, left; Squared off and Resonating, center; Full Circle and Moving, right. They begin this when they are three.
Tristan draws another triskelion. Watanabe sees it, copes the design into his little handbound notebook. Later he goes to his shop, takes the three-hooked pattern, cuts it out of metal, sharpens the edges…. I’m gonna cutcha kokoro out- to restate an old buddy’s constant threat, menacingly growled from the back of the classroom.
XII
He: Gonna flop on the triclintum, dear, and begin my trilogy.
She: Sheesh, you’re gonna throw up and go to sleep. He: Don’t gimme that tripe- why don’t you ever support me? She: All right- because you won’t study my anatomy and figure out how to work it. He: I’ve given you the best thrusts of your life. She: That wasn’t me….
When some of the members of the Trilateral Commission were forced at gunpoint to examine their sperms under microscopes, they ended up stunned and stumbling. The triggerman shouted, Now’s the time to try pot! (note: trypot: metallic vessel for rendering oil from blubber.)
His daughter went to the tryout for the tribophysics class. Tribophysics: the physics of friction. She’s getting ready to marry her trichologist, who knows for sure where the perfect tribute goes.
Obtain a triangular mirror, one to two feet, all three sides equal. Gaze into it for a good length of time each day. Rotate the point every four days: 1, to the left; 2, down; 3, to the right; 4, up. Disappear. Hear really good music.
XIII
Triangulation: try strangulation: try striangulation: the furrow in the skin of the neck that after the jerk (JERKED TO JESUS as one headline read), a herald to the coming. There’s probably a trapdoor waiting somewhere for each and every one.
The computers in the old pyramids did a service. The calculator in the triangle, the triangle in the enneagram, the infinity in the line. The arcs of his swing tell his fortune.
They fussed over the pyramid construction. What of the Pong Fa Triangle? Twenty-seven miles on a side, Memphis flying through it every seven years. The wise men played a game in the old days: Four had triangles, one a square. They would sail them at a certain point on the ground, and after a few throws, got a pyramid virtually every time. No data on the size. Perhaps there was no maximum.
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