Monday, March 22, 2010

Demon in my view finder

The mystery, which binds me still, after several days, is why i'm being haunted by monsters. I haven't exactly lost hold of the few mental capacities i have left, nor am i in withdrawl from opiates, but i'm seeing them everywhere, and i can prove it: i've taken pictures. They range from actual monsters


to ghosts under sheets of white water


to the seemingly innocent mad blackbird

mad blackbird

who kept staring at me (which is hard for a bird, since they have eyes on the side of their head)

to odd blue cyborg-like eyes in the grass


to that bunny from Donny Darko


It reminds me of a poem by Edgar Allen Poe, called 'Alone':

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

The mystery which binds me still with this poem, though, is why he'd call it 'alone'; when confronted with a demon, i found the main issue is that you are, in fact, not alone.