Welcome to the prosecascadedbyNature shared with you on MelAlmyos.poetry. I hope it brings together and connects people to discover that, in essence, the gravity of the grounds that bond all living creatures with Nature and with one another are substantially more attractive than repelling. Above all, I hope you enjoy reading these confessions and that we might find ourselves in a better place thereafter.
Cascades: Writing serves an existential obligation and fulfils a desire to communicate with myself. It arises from a natural need to explain to myself how the worlds around me work or not, whether near, far and too far, by translating my understanding of them into words. Through writing I learn to navigate the planet; we do not own Earth but we are Her possession. Constantly finding out, that I am not the only misfit on this planet motivates me to bear the unpleasant happenings. Understanding Life is life itself. The prose in MelAlmyos.poetry is certainly not the Devil’s or any other God’s will but it is made on Earth with an alternative intelligence and respect in mind. It is cascaded by Nature.
Inspiration protocol: Similarly with an alchemist, a bio-alchemist prepares, what I would identify as a bio-philosophical solution from mostly (un)familiar components but of (un)known concentrations and significance; these raw materials each alone, mixed and diluted or further condensed, into each other, create an inspiration within my skull. A deeper understanding of its composition and identification of its meaning is what I seek. Its understanding or misunderstanding leads to expressing suicidal depressive moods or produce a nameless but invaluable hope in shapes and colours of a smile. In both cases reality arises as pragmatic as a Sunrise. I joke with myself: “don’t you dare ask a question if you cannot bear the answer”.
Is Life older than Earth?
Is it Mother or Grandmother Nature?
What kind of substance(s) would love be or is it a wave instead?
But, truth almost always arrives last, if at all and, it almost always hurts.
Raw materials: The natural world such as the Sea, the sky, a forest, a pile of rotting leaves as well as artificial environments like governments, banks, churches, the media, to name but a few institutions, provide ample stimuli. They produce images, provoke thoughts, evoke feelings with or without identity, trigger fears, anger, frustration, sorrows, awaken dreams and dreams on wings, countless ifs and whys, and so on. They are all processed – cascaded – naturally and involuntarily into my mind. These stimuli initiate and sustain neuronal and biochemical interactions, composing in turn bio-information within or beyond my consciousness. It is cascaded in pathways that flood the body, dictate and define the states of physical, physiological, perceptional, mental and emotional existence of biological beings and their responses. Ultimately, the end product, “a poem” belongs to Nature and not to “a poet”. An inspiration, through ink and paper (or more recently digital algorithms), is converted inevitably into human-centric language and “a poem” is born. It is a gift from Nature that I want to share with anyone willing to accept and I hope they enjoy the experience of reading and passing it on.
As a biological being, writing satisfies a visceral urge to stay bonded with Nature, being nurtured and healed by Her properties. An intimate healing process is initiated by writing. The healing effect takes much longer to appear than it takes to write a poem, provided that both processes comply to the same temporal parameters. The writing process is a mental surgical operation, although its healing effect and resolution are not immediately manifested. Invariably, the condition after the operation may even be more painful or insightfully torturous than before. In our world of ruthless Economocracy and Demonocracy anything that is declared legitimate so often contradicts morality and dignity, it becomes more vital to stand firm on alternative perspectives of Life. Their futile self-centred convictions, have been giving rise to the persistent decay in virtually everything. In the light of their intelligence, their “research, innovation & development” I see the worlds worsening day by day, driving me away from gaining a greater understanding of myself, my origins and purposes. It did not take me long to realise that the belief that everybody is free, is a global lie – yes! everybody is free in theory – but in practice, the means to bring liberties to reality are wholly restricted to the financially privileged and the well-connected and beyond the reach of the intellectually able and emotionally transparent.
Horizons: Yet again there are billions of realities on the planet and very likely beyond it, therefore, delineating normality becomes irrelevant. What is of consequence, instead, is to befriend and familiarise myself with the immense diversity near, far and too far away from my fluctuating ego and accept, respect and preserve it. As you may see, the range of subjects cascaded by Nature is almost uncontrollable and certainly inevitable. In order to orientate you, the visitor, they have been classified in four themes representing the points of the horizon:
Northern Lights – Hiking on a biorhythm – falling in&out of Love.
E – Towards the Sun – A spring theory for poetry.
Westerly depressive minds&winds.
S – West side-sorry story going South.
I hope that the prosecascadedbyNature, shared with you on MelAlmyos.poetry brings together and connects strangers to discover that, in essence, the gravity of the grounds that bond people and all other living creatures with Nature and with one another are substantially more attractive than repelling. Above all and regardless of whether you agree or not, I hope you enjoy reading these confessions and that we might find ourselves in a better place thereafter.
Thank you for visiting,
Moriokomsos: Marios Konstantinidis
© 2019 Marios Konstantinidis
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