IF THIS IS NOT THE END
We are destined for greater things,
Beyond some belief.
Those who have the secret
Know.
We are destined for infinity.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
About Me
- Ludolf Grollé
- I began painting at the age of 3 and today continue this expression daily. Shown and sold in galleries here in North America and overseas, each of my pieces is created with a unique artistic method of blending only three primary colours and the use of black and white. I donate 25% of my total work to charity. I rarely make reprints; as I believe everyone should be able to own at least one affordable and accessible original work of art, in their lifetime.
Monday, September 14, 2009
The Surrealism of Reality
Qualia in poetic motion.
What is it like to be a bat? She pondered as she gazed into an inverted spectrum.
She was pesimistic or was that epistemic. Her LISP was bothering her.
NON - said the Frenchman.
Have you met my wife? said Oliver as he removed his chapeau.
Her “upside-down” glasses made her feel like she was constantly walking on the ceiling.
Was she going to drop into the clouds?
[While highly improbable, John Locke had told her that; if she could conceive it,
It was possible]
She hoped not, as there was a gigantic apple there left by some Belgian painter.
Just walk away Renée.
Her relationships had always been a problem,
Especially those with her own physical brain states.
Thus her conversion to the total acceptance of the philosophy.
Is it philosophy, or just science? Either way it is Art.
The argument for cloning Neanderthals could be extrapolated to Zombies,
If we took the evolutionary line, when would the phenomenon present itself.
Zombies aren’t part of evolution!!
Well they are - they are beyond the ultimate.
I didn’t find them on the Darwinian thingy!
What bloody thingy?
You know the one with the duck on it.
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>>>>> }Should I explain this gap? Bollox!!
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In Dennett's updated version of the inverted spectrum thought experiment, "alternative neurosurgery", you again awake to find that your qualia have been inverted — grass appears red, the sky appears orange, etc. According to the original account, you should be immediately aware that something has gone horribly wrong. Dennett argues, however, that it is impossible to know whether the diabolical neurosurgeons have indeed inverted your qualia (by tampering with your optic nerve, say), or have simply inverted your connection to memories of past qualia. Since both operations would produce the same result, you would have no means on your own to tell which operation has actually been conducted, and you are thus in the odd position of not knowing whether there has been a change in your "immediately apprehensible" qualia.
Let your cross-sensory perception synthesise it.
Maybe I’m just trying you.
My autodidactic skills?
Yes!
or
NO?
it depends on your perspective.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
4 PAINTERS IN A GARDEN
My love child died.
--------------------Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
As Gustave sipped his Prussian Blue
In Bethlehem today.
Things were different.
-------------------- I open my eyes to take a peep
By some horrendous quirk of fate,
He gave his life away. - He planned to give his wife away.
-------------------- To find that I was by the sea
Jane got her wish like some vamp from the Rocky Horror show.
-------------------- Gazing with tranquillity. She was not so tranquil juxtaposed on the lawn.
Some rock star type interview placed him in the limelight.
Schadenfreude was already in play. Spray that hose.
--------------------'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
-------------------- Came singing songs of love,
I’m really craving coffee just about now. Fuck that, fuck you all, this is my wall.
The spin doctors worked their magic, Pink Floyd never dies.
The end result was tragic. Hosed.
-------------------- Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
-------------------- Came singing songs of love.
Rainbows reflected the bands inner most feelings
Crucify the mother - said the crowd. The wind blew us all away like a bad critic.
-------------------- Histories of ages past
Look I’m washing my hands - the roman said out loud.
Those words could only be expressed in music - Sublime
Inri did not know which way to turn,
Whatever she wished for, Niiinsky provided.
-------------------- Unenlightened shadows cast
I’m openly religious, but I’m not one of yours. I am a Supreme Being.
-------------------- Down through all eternity
He protested vehemently to those behind the doors.
-------------------- The crying of humanity.
Like T.E. Lawrence travelling around on his motorbike - wishing he was Che.
-------------------- Thrown like a star in my vast sleep - I would like to sleep between her.
Kill the Jew, but beat him first. Why, all over again.
That’ll quench their twisted thirst. Twisted Sisters and Perverted Misters.
-------------------- I open my eyes to take a peep
Isabel said quit the “allende” - she spoke Dutch you know.
Here’s the gun, we’ll even supply the bullet. Bollox.
However...
You put your finger on the trigger,
The really were not looking for the next Armenian Idol
-------------------- To find that I was by the sea
AC/DC were dressed as tomatoes and manning a light aircraft.
-------------------- Gazing with tranquillity.
Just pull it.
The Geese migrated but this time - like a bunch of Illuminati -
They were headed toward the East.
--------------------'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
-------------------- Came singing songs of love,
Not us came the reply.
-------------------- Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
-------------------- Came singing songs of love.
It’s up to you to make him die - slowly though.
Make him suffer, inflict pain, Sagan knew the tune to play.
Then just when he thinks it’s over...
Do it all again.
-------------------- Histories of ages past -The Aliens will take us all
As the chainsaw buried its teeth deeper into the pig
A fountain of Sasparilla gushed like the diatribe of an Italian mother chastising her children at the dinner table.
-------------------- Unenlightened shadows cast
Mel may have got it right,
But possibly for all the wrong reasons.
-------------------- Down through all eternity - Sodomy, Fellatio, is this the 70’s
Another Dog day Afternoon.
-------------------- The crying of humanity.
Icarus had just waxed his legs and his surfboard -
Stay way from the Sun son.
Man he had a dreadful night.
Man he had a dreadful flight - or so the story goes.
-------------------- Unenlightened shadows cast
Corinthian just stood firm, watching all the while.
The town comic was there, just to add a smile.
-------------------- Down through all eternity
Somewhere in a cave Plato was waiting for the movie to start.
-------------------- The crying of humanity.
300 Soldiers, armed to the teeth. Wow man you’re a Superstar.
Russel Crowe never died in vain.
It would be a lie to say that Jesus felt no pain.
That there will be no Holocaust again.
Somewhere
Not over the rainbow
But here and probably nearly now.
Humanity is self loathing - and self mutilating.
But thank God for discrimination
Said the Devil-
They will never realise it.
Until it is too late.
Christian Bale was never as Psycho as he was that day.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
RIFLED NOTCHES
Healing beneath some stitched scars:
The ideals of man,
Purpose,
Wishes,
Dreams
Are hidden away,
Reticence, plagued by ego
Disallows and disavows.
A stagnant entity
Driven by a paradox,
Strives to be released.
"I wish that I was you!"
said my left brain to my right.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
ANSWERING THE MAGI
Rainbow Chasing can be a lonely pastime.
By Ludo
for: Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again
and Inspired by Magi
I often think of you,
for My mind drifts, I wonder how you are today.
Fear not the night,
my dear friend
Nor the darkness that it brings to your solitude.
No, it is my breath
You know Anger is not within you,
you control how you
want to feel.
A bodily function, a reflex to cope.
Weep not alone, we will weep together.
Journey with me, and we will speak of many things.
See how much too short the road has become.
Those are just our thoughts, not barren nay.
A task not to interfere, just to contemplate upon;
Like a rough ashlar, to be shaped by the apprentice
mason.
Soon it will reflect the sun.
The glow of light will enhance the spectrum;
A plethora of rainbows will light up the sky
as we observe the Super-Nova.
Fear not;
another star is born, 5 trillion little twinkles.
Just as there was no spoon, there is no fork.
It is evident that we are free and can travel at will.
Rejoice and never despair
For a plan has been mapped out, its only neural.
Karma, fate, destiny, what lies ahead is how you feel.
Remember we choose how we feel.
Contemplate
You are that new born star
You are that child of the universe
Let our hearts beat faster, so our mind can listen
With you and I the Angels play.
With you and I the Angels dance
I will show you the way
I will show you where to go
I will carry you when you are tired
I will support you my dear brother
I shall not interfere but merely accompany
We go to new places, discover new things together
My heart wont weep, my tears wont fall
My thirst is constantly quenched
For which I thank you.
Know that love conquers all
Or so the Corinthians tell us
Know that water is powerful
Or so the alchemists tell us
I will never deny you
Or let you walk alone
If it should appear to be so
Then let our minds know the difference
At this level, no physical presence is required
Like walking in a dream
Anything is possible
If the program allows it
Else we must break the code
You only walk alone if you are at the head of the line
Know that you are not alone
I, and a million more are following you
Just slow down and we will walk side by side
An undeterred leader and a visionary
With no vantage blocks, except rocks
Inanimate and thoughtless
They cannot harm you.
The rainbows appear, so water is near
Quench your thirst and drink from my cup.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
IN RESPONSE TO LAURA'S RESPONSE...
One too many muses
AND SOMETIMES ONE TOO FEW
I've got two
ME AND YOU
One who's kind of bluesy
THAT WOULD BE ME
One who's stuck on you
AND THAT WOULD BE ME
One who's shy and lonely
BUT NEVER EVER ALONE
One who bought new shoes
AND A MATCHING HANDBAG: TWO-TONE
She's so thin and bony
LIKE A STICK OF MACARONI
The other one can't lose
AFTER ALL SHE’S GOT NEW SHOES
One who rails cacaphonous
HOWLING LIKE A WOLF
And sets her toe on line
STEPPING OUT IN GUCCI- REALLY TOO SUBLIME
One who rises with the sun
AND FILLS HER DAY WITH FUN
And loves the spring's bright light
AND PARTIES THROUGH THE NIGHT
One who takes you to a cliff
SWEET PERFUME, NIFF SNIFF
And drops you off the edge
TEETERING ON A LEDGE
And so does visit bitter blight
EACH DAY AND EVERY NIGHT
On our new age sagesse
WITH SUCH SUPERB DIVINE FINESSE
One that dreams of weekend bliss
FALLING INTO QUAGMIRES FINDING THEIR ABYSS
And mornings spent in bed
WITH JOE OR HARRY OR FRED
With late late nights and dal with rice
AN INDIAN THE LIFE OF SPICE
That spicy taste of sin
HE LEAVES HER WITH THAT ALL KNOWING GRIN
One who calls and one who comes
AND ONE WHO COMES WHEN CALLED
Expectation, mirrored awe
TWO BODIES CAVORTING IN THE RAW
Riveted, spirited, psychopath, limited
A MUSE TO BE INSPIRED
God... and human after all
THE DEVIL STOKES HIS FIRE
She hands me the punchline
AND A GLASS OF LIGHTLY CHILLED WINE
Like so much melted butter
MY MIND IS IN THE GUTTER
I give her a smiley face
HAVE A NICE DAY - ENJOY THE PLACE
And lift her from the gutter
MUTTER MUTTER
"It's another dark day..."
THE SUN HAS GONE AWAY
"But the sun is shining!"
OH - SORRY I WAS JUST WHINING
"It's another ace of spades..."
FULL HOUSE ONCE AGAIN
"But goddamn it, you won!"
WE BOTH DID!
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
COBRA TRIVIA - AN APPEL A DAY KEEPS DUTCH PAINTERS AWAY
TRUST NOT TO FATE
OMNI-PRESENT
ENJOY THE MIRTH
DELINQUENT OF THOUGHT
STREAMING COLOURS
PERVADE
PERVERSION
STIMULATE
CLANDESTINE KANDINSKY’S
PABLOED PICASSOS
REMINISCENT OF A HUGE SUBWAY DISASTER
LIKE MOORGATE IN LONDON
THE TAKING OF PELHAM
WAS AS EASY AS 123
5 KNEW THE WAY
ONE FLEW AWAY - JUST ASK KEN
HAULDON CAULFIELD CAUGHT HIM
JUST AS HE WAS LEAVING FOR HIS MORNING COMMUTE
A WALL-STREET BROKER
LIKE NICOLAS CAGE IN A FAMILY MAN
HIS LIFE A DREAM
HIS DREAM ALIVE
PUNGENT SENTIMENTALIST
BLOW ME AWAY WITH A TICKLING FEATHER DUSTER
IS THAT A ROCKET IN YOUR POCKET
OR ARE YOU JUST ANOTHER CND CAMPAIGNER
LIKE A CAMPANELLA
FOR WHOM THE BELLS TOLL
THESE VIRTUES EXCOMMUNICATED
LIKE SAINT JOAN
MARTYRED FROM MY MIND
THE GPS ON MY MIND-MAP IS BROKEN.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
PIRANESE’S PRISM
Like a rainbow captured,
Held hostage in some Piranese Prison
Prism;
Light is refracted from my virtual soul.
Drained of colour,
Lost in thought,
The Dervish like whirlwind
Within my mind,
These walls my conscience;
I find I stand alone.
Lost within a cerebral vortex,
Ascending the never ending stairway
I find myself going down.
But hey...
It's just an illusion.
Isn't it?
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
A TRAVELLING THOUGHT - IN SEARCH OF ENLIGHTENMENT
Like some Arthurian legend
My sword sways in the breeze,
Embedded in a godforsaken stone.
Will she who I belong to,
Ever find me?
Never mind me?
Unsheathed my blade never dulled;
Sharpened by the elements of this earth.
As the wind howls,
I wait.
In the distance.
A blade of grass finds itself in a similar predicament.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
CEREBRAL FLUXES - the day that Christian Bailed
UNDONOVANNED
As Gustave sipped his wine
Things were different.
Jane got her wish like some vamp from the Rocky Horror show.
I’m really craving coffee just about now
The spin doctors worked their magic,
The end result was tragic.
Rainbows reflected the bands inner most feelings
Those words could only be expressed in music
Whatever she wished for, Nijinsky provided.
Like T.E. Lawrence travelling around on his motorbike - wishing he was Che.
Isabel said quit the “allende” - she spoke Dutch you know.
Here’s the gun, we’ll even supply the bullet.
However...
You put your finger on the trigger,
The really were not looking for the next Armenian Idol
AC/DC were dressed as tomatoes and manning a light aircraft.
Just pull it.
The Geese migrated but this time - like a bunch of Illuminati -
They were headed toward the East.
As the chainsaw buried its teeth deeper into the pig
A fountain of Sasparilla gushed like the diatribe of an Italian mother chastising her children at the dinner table.
Another Dog day Afternoon.
Icarus had just waxed his legs and his surfboard -
Man he had a dreadful night.
Man he had a dreadful flight - or so the story goes.
Corinthian just stood firm, watching all the while.
The town comic was there, just to add a smile.
300 Soldiers, armed to the teeth.
Christian Bale was never as Psycho as he was that day.
Somewhere in a cave Plato was waiting for the movie to start.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
DELVING
What is it like to be a bat?
She pondered as she gazed into an inverted spectrum.
She was pesimistic or was that epistemic.
Her LISP was bothering her.
NON - said the Frenchman.
Have you met my wife? said Oliver as he removed his chapeau.
Her “upside-down” glasses made her feel like she was constantly walking on the ceiling.
Was she going to drop into the clouds?
[While highly improbable, John Locke had told her that;
if she could conceive it,
It was possible]
She hoped not,
as there was a gigantic apple there left by some Belgian painter.
Just walk away Renée.
Her relationships had always been a problem,
Especially those with her own physical brain states.
Thus her conversion to the total acceptance of the philosophy.
Is it philosophy, or just science? Either way it is Art.
The argument for cloning Neanderthals could be extrapolated to Zombies,
If we took the evolutionary line, when would the phenomenon present itself.
Zombies aren’t part of evolution!!
Well they are - they are beyond the ultimate.
I didn’t find them on the Darwinian thingy!
What bloody thingy?
You know the one with the duck on it.
Let your cross-sensory perception synthesise it.
Maybe I’m just trying you.
My autodidactic skills?
Yes!
or
NO?
it depends on your perspective
© : Ludolf R. Grollé
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