To imagine the lives of people spent in horror for years at a time, and maybe some relief comes along in the form of government aid or good luck. People don't live like they wish they could, and thats harder than anything to accept.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
And now I want to cry.
To imagine the lives of people spent in horror for years at a time, and maybe some relief comes along in the form of government aid or good luck. People don't live like they wish they could, and thats harder than anything to accept.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Interconnectedness....ness.
Hogarth's Rake's Progress details a man who inherits fortune and accumulates debt until he loses all his money, ends up in debtors prison, then loses his mind, and ends up in an insane asylum.
Here is the final plate of the 8 plate series of paintings that detailed the aforementioned story.
The other plates and information on each can be found here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Rake%27s_Progress
Guess who wrote a song I felt was similar to this tale. Thats right...Lady Gaga.
FUck no. Its, instead, the God, Bob Dylan. THe song, of course, being Like a Rolling Stone
My kind of art.
Here is the final plate of the 8 plate series of paintings that detailed the aforementioned story.
The other plates and information on each can be found here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Rake%27s_Progress
Guess who wrote a song I felt was similar to this tale. Thats right...Lady Gaga.
FUck no. Its, instead, the God, Bob Dylan. THe song, of course, being Like a Rolling Stone
My kind of art.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
leave me bullshit answers for all my nagging questions
Eyedea is in a band with a few other cats rapping. I don't really know the specifics of the band, nor whose voice belongs to who on the songs on this myspace, but the title of this post is from the cat spitting on Live Jam 3. I have a feeling its Eyedea, but I can't tell. I doubt it is.
Regardless, this is dope. Deep rape that isn't pretentious, pompous usage of literary devices for the sake of tickling you until you're ill, or convinced they are.
http://www.myspace.com/puppydogsandicecream1
Regardless, this is dope. Deep rape that isn't pretentious, pompous usage of literary devices for the sake of tickling you until you're ill, or convinced they are.
http://www.myspace.com/puppydogsandicecream1
Tickle me til I vomit, with all your melodious phrases.
THere is obviously not this type of mindstate in the average rapper or musician, and surely not in the average mainstream piece of shit rapper or Lady Gaga or whatever persona gets notarized via tv and the radio. Its more to these kids than screaming, and the music is more than just noise for the sake of making it. Can't say that enough.
A fucking 18 year old wrote this. A motherfucking 18 year old. Apparently he was involved in a local punk scene and lived only on money he needed to survive and donated the rest to charities. Jesus fucking Christ. I swear to God, our expectations for each other are so horrid and pitiful, we've no choice but to find sanctity in all the actions and deeds we see. Make the best of it, eh?
Fuck that.
"Our lives are mere flashes of light in an infinitely empty universe. In 12 years of education the most important lesson I have learned is that what we see as 'normal' living is truly a travesty of our potential. In a society so governed by superficiality, appearances, and petty economics, dreams are more real than anything anything in the 'real world'. Refuse normalcy. Beauty is everywhere, love is endless, and joy bleeds from our everyday existence. Embrace it. I love all of you, all my friends, family, and community. I am ceaselessly grateful from the bottom of my heart for everyone. The only thing I can ask of you is to stay free of materialism. Remember that every day contains a universe of potential; exhaust it. Live and love so immensely that when death comes there is nothing left for him to take. Wealth is love, music, sports, learning, family and freedom. Above all, stay gold." - Dominic Owen Mallary
Dominic was in Last Lights, here's a video of him performing in the band:
A fucking 18 year old wrote this. A motherfucking 18 year old. Apparently he was involved in a local punk scene and lived only on money he needed to survive and donated the rest to charities. Jesus fucking Christ. I swear to God, our expectations for each other are so horrid and pitiful, we've no choice but to find sanctity in all the actions and deeds we see. Make the best of it, eh?
Fuck that.
"Our lives are mere flashes of light in an infinitely empty universe. In 12 years of education the most important lesson I have learned is that what we see as 'normal' living is truly a travesty of our potential. In a society so governed by superficiality, appearances, and petty economics, dreams are more real than anything anything in the 'real world'. Refuse normalcy. Beauty is everywhere, love is endless, and joy bleeds from our everyday existence. Embrace it. I love all of you, all my friends, family, and community. I am ceaselessly grateful from the bottom of my heart for everyone. The only thing I can ask of you is to stay free of materialism. Remember that every day contains a universe of potential; exhaust it. Live and love so immensely that when death comes there is nothing left for him to take. Wealth is love, music, sports, learning, family and freedom. Above all, stay gold." - Dominic Owen Mallary
Dominic was in Last Lights, here's a video of him performing in the band:
Monday, March 15, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Justin Pearson has written a book about his life
And this shit is fucked...up. A must read for punk enthusiasts as well as fans of his music (The Locust, Swing Kids, Some Girls etc.)
Pick up your copy here.
From The Graveyard of the Arousal Industry
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Pick up your copy here.
From The Graveyard of the Arousal Industry
Check out this preview:
Defeater - The Red, White, and Blues
That whiskey burns goin down.
Old man pour me another round because its my last night in town and I ain't thinking of slowing down!
No, I am fixing to drown til I see the sun.
Or I cant see.
Cuz I got the blues, and the blues got me.
Im gonna make my mama proud.
Her boy on the front lines and just like my daddy done I ain't afraid to die.
I aint no fortunate one.
But I am proud of what I done and hardships, I seen some.
But I aint no coward I dont turn and run.
So I stumble home, pack up my old memories.
Pictures of ma', my daddys flask she gave me.
"Keep it near your heart" she would always say.
It's all he left and so thats where it'll stay and her leatherbound book of psalms and prayers that she would always read with patience and care.
A short walk to the cemetery to pay respect before I leave.
1901 to 1943.
I run my fingers through her name and effigy.
The sun is up and its all I see.
I got the blues and they still got me.
Im gonna make my mama proud. Her hopeful new recruit and just like my daddy done.
Im gonna bleed red white and blue.
Old man pour me another round because its my last night in town and I ain't thinking of slowing down!
No, I am fixing to drown til I see the sun.
Or I cant see.
Cuz I got the blues, and the blues got me.
Im gonna make my mama proud.
Her boy on the front lines and just like my daddy done I ain't afraid to die.
I aint no fortunate one.
But I am proud of what I done and hardships, I seen some.
But I aint no coward I dont turn and run.
So I stumble home, pack up my old memories.
Pictures of ma', my daddys flask she gave me.
"Keep it near your heart" she would always say.
It's all he left and so thats where it'll stay and her leatherbound book of psalms and prayers that she would always read with patience and care.
A short walk to the cemetery to pay respect before I leave.
1901 to 1943.
I run my fingers through her name and effigy.
The sun is up and its all I see.
I got the blues and they still got me.
Im gonna make my mama proud. Her hopeful new recruit and just like my daddy done.
Im gonna bleed red white and blue.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
goddammit this is fucking beautiful
Joanna Newsom is a brilliant crafstwoman of words.
Sawdust and Diamonds
from the top of the flight
of the wide, white stairs
through the rest of my life
do you wait for me there?
there's a bell in my ears
there's a wide white roar
drop a bell down the stairs
hear it fall forevermore
drop a bell off of the dock
blot it out in the sea
drowning mute as a rock;
sounding mutiny
there's a light in the wings, hits this system of strings
from the side while they swing;
see the wires, the wires, the wires
and the articulation
in our elbows and knees
makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase
as the audience admires
and the little white dove
made with love, made with love:
made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers
swings a low sickle arc
from its perch in the dark:
settle down
settle down my desire
and the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor
though no longer bereft, how I shook!
and I couldn't remember
then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in
and cleft me right down through my center
and I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never
push me back into a tree
bind my buttons with salt
fill my long ears with bees
praying: please, please, please
love, you ought not!
no you ought not!
then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
(cut from cardboard and old magazines)
makes me warble and rise like a sparrow
and in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood
a cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow
it is terribly good to carry water and chop wood
streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed
as I crash through the rafters
and the ropes and pulleys trail after
and the holiest belfry burns sky-high
then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
while, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision
and in a moment of almost-unbearable vision
doubled over with the hunger of lions
"hold me close," cooed the dove
who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds
I wanted to say: why the long face?
sparrow, perch and play songs of long face
burro, buck and bray songs of long face!
sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
just to lift your long face
and though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
your precious longface
and though our bones they may break, and our souls separate
- why the long face?
and though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
- why the long face?
in the trough of the waves
which are pawing like dogs
pitch we, pale-faced and grave
as I write in my log
then I hear a noise from the hull
seven days out to sea
and it is the damnable bell!
and it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!
it tolls for me!
though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break
still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the water
and they will recognise all the lines of your face
in the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter
darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mine
appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
but if it's all just the same, then will you say my name:
say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks?
I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight
no, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
so: enough of this terror
we deserve to know light
and grow evermore lighter and lighter
you would have seen me through
but I could not undo that desire
oh, desire...
from the top of the flight
of the wide, white stairs
through the rest of my life
do you wait for me there?
ANd I don't give a fuck if her voice cracks.
Sawdust and Diamonds
from the top of the flight
of the wide, white stairs
through the rest of my life
do you wait for me there?
there's a bell in my ears
there's a wide white roar
drop a bell down the stairs
hear it fall forevermore
drop a bell off of the dock
blot it out in the sea
drowning mute as a rock;
sounding mutiny
there's a light in the wings, hits this system of strings
from the side while they swing;
see the wires, the wires, the wires
and the articulation
in our elbows and knees
makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase
as the audience admires
and the little white dove
made with love, made with love:
made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers
swings a low sickle arc
from its perch in the dark:
settle down
settle down my desire
and the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor
though no longer bereft, how I shook!
and I couldn't remember
then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in
and cleft me right down through my center
and I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never
push me back into a tree
bind my buttons with salt
fill my long ears with bees
praying: please, please, please
love, you ought not!
no you ought not!
then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
(cut from cardboard and old magazines)
makes me warble and rise like a sparrow
and in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood
a cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow
it is terribly good to carry water and chop wood
streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed
as I crash through the rafters
and the ropes and pulleys trail after
and the holiest belfry burns sky-high
then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
while, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision
and in a moment of almost-unbearable vision
doubled over with the hunger of lions
"hold me close," cooed the dove
who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds
I wanted to say: why the long face?
sparrow, perch and play songs of long face
burro, buck and bray songs of long face!
sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
just to lift your long face
and though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
your precious longface
and though our bones they may break, and our souls separate
- why the long face?
and though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
- why the long face?
in the trough of the waves
which are pawing like dogs
pitch we, pale-faced and grave
as I write in my log
then I hear a noise from the hull
seven days out to sea
and it is the damnable bell!
and it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!
it tolls for me!
though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break
still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the water
and they will recognise all the lines of your face
in the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter
darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mine
appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
but if it's all just the same, then will you say my name:
say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks?
I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight
no, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
so: enough of this terror
we deserve to know light
and grow evermore lighter and lighter
you would have seen me through
but I could not undo that desire
oh, desire...
from the top of the flight
of the wide, white stairs
through the rest of my life
do you wait for me there?
ANd I don't give a fuck if her voice cracks.
Monday, March 8, 2010
What Dylan Did
I'm growing to understand more the reasons why Dylan is so respected, and why I love his him so much for his songwriting. The ability to encompass pain in imagery is not easy. Dylan did that by presenting circumstances or explaining what its to feel like someone else. And the pain, as well as other emotions, he spoke about were the things we all feel more or less than we want to. I've been listning to a lot of The Drones lately, and Gareth Liddiard does that an awful lot too. From a song about a man in war writing to his old lady back home ('Jezebel') to this song, which I presume is about a man who has contracted a disease from a harlot or slut. Harlot is such a cool word.
Anyways, this bassline is great too, and its not too many people that can scream and sing at the same time. Gareth is one of them.
You see the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys
The poor thing's lost her garter
Somewhere in the noise
She got eyes choking in her head
Like a stub end of cigarettes
Tall as a gallows.. gallowesque
Dress the same colour as your last sunset
Near enough to make you scared
Distant as the electric chair
The freedom in the loot's as near
As the prosecutor's proof is clear
See the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys
She got legs as long as gun barrels
And hips built like a stock
See the miller's daughter boys
The pine box blonde bitch Beelzebub
Life is teething.. teething's cruel
Dying's easy
It's a slaver standing on the
Fresh aired side of leaving
You see the miller's daughter
And she's dancing with the boys
I said Dr-Destouches
I got disease in this place
An immaculate contraction
But still a typical case
I said Dr-Destouches
I hardly got her knickers low
And they tangled her legs like spider webs
I woke in fever when the rooster crowed
See the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys
Also note the brilliant similes. Once rap came along and more popular music, and I guess mainstream poetry, similes and metaphors really lost their power, or they lost the ability to produce esoteric sense of one's emotions, for me at least.
This also brings me to another point: art just is not what it used to be. There are still some artists who produce for certain purposes, but most of them are lame, fucking douchbages who love the idea of their self. I mean, art for arts sake isn't a bad thing, per se, but at this poitn in time, its as if no one wants to be conscious of anything that is them. Everythings gotta be some fucking source of escapism. Just how fuckign awful must our lives be if we're perpetually seeking entertainment so as to forget we're alone or going to die one day or have trouble trusting people?
Anyways, this bassline is great too, and its not too many people that can scream and sing at the same time. Gareth is one of them.
You see the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys
The poor thing's lost her garter
Somewhere in the noise
She got eyes choking in her head
Like a stub end of cigarettes
Tall as a gallows.. gallowesque
Dress the same colour as your last sunset
Near enough to make you scared
Distant as the electric chair
The freedom in the loot's as near
As the prosecutor's proof is clear
See the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys
She got legs as long as gun barrels
And hips built like a stock
See the miller's daughter boys
The pine box blonde bitch Beelzebub
Life is teething.. teething's cruel
Dying's easy
It's a slaver standing on the
Fresh aired side of leaving
You see the miller's daughter
And she's dancing with the boys
I said Dr-Destouches
I got disease in this place
An immaculate contraction
But still a typical case
I said Dr-Destouches
I hardly got her knickers low
And they tangled her legs like spider webs
I woke in fever when the rooster crowed
See the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys
Also note the brilliant similes. Once rap came along and more popular music, and I guess mainstream poetry, similes and metaphors really lost their power, or they lost the ability to produce esoteric sense of one's emotions, for me at least.
This also brings me to another point: art just is not what it used to be. There are still some artists who produce for certain purposes, but most of them are lame, fucking douchbages who love the idea of their self. I mean, art for arts sake isn't a bad thing, per se, but at this poitn in time, its as if no one wants to be conscious of anything that is them. Everythings gotta be some fucking source of escapism. Just how fuckign awful must our lives be if we're perpetually seeking entertainment so as to forget we're alone or going to die one day or have trouble trusting people?
Buck 65 - Pants on Fire
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing
And for some strange reason, your nose is growing
My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,
jaws are dropping left and right
Lost cause you came like a thief in the night
With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation
Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company
I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off
Chillin so hard, my ass almost froze off
Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable
But the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable
From the sound of the candy wrappers
Down to the handicappers
Everybody's got to exercise a little caution
But every so often expect things to get hectic or
Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical
Especially when the canadian bacon gets sizzlin
Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible
We need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions
A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector
The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate
But it isn't your invitation to imitate
In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle
But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril
Just for example, we all want to live a bit
Whatever, it's your body of water, why should I give a shit
Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
The mask comes off, and your face fades away
You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray
Black and white rainbow, you know you ain't acting right
Game show hostess, stabbing every back in sight
The time has come thicker than blood
And make no mistake, I'm a stick in the mud
I'm a kick in your pants and I'm a lump in your throat
And I'm the hassle in your castle, I'm going to jump in your moat
Splash, hypocritical condition the hospital
Makes this mission impossible
Pretty much, I've got no patients left and as a physician or doctor
It puts me in an awkward position
No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip
So what makes you think you can sink my battleship
We ain't family, drama queen, the camera's rolling
Show me your swollen memories before the moment's stolen
Slow-motion Picasso, wearing the wool socks
And coming with the full clip, I'm sick of this bullshit
Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
The mask comes off, and your face fades away
You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray
And for some strange reason, your nose is growing
My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,
jaws are dropping left and right
Lost cause you came like a thief in the night
With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation
Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company
I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off
Chillin so hard, my ass almost froze off
Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable
But the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable
From the sound of the candy wrappers
Down to the handicappers
Everybody's got to exercise a little caution
But every so often expect things to get hectic or
Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical
Especially when the canadian bacon gets sizzlin
Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible
We need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions
A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector
The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate
But it isn't your invitation to imitate
In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle
But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril
Just for example, we all want to live a bit
Whatever, it's your body of water, why should I give a shit
Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
The mask comes off, and your face fades away
You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray
Black and white rainbow, you know you ain't acting right
Game show hostess, stabbing every back in sight
The time has come thicker than blood
And make no mistake, I'm a stick in the mud
I'm a kick in your pants and I'm a lump in your throat
And I'm the hassle in your castle, I'm going to jump in your moat
Splash, hypocritical condition the hospital
Makes this mission impossible
Pretty much, I've got no patients left and as a physician or doctor
It puts me in an awkward position
No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip
So what makes you think you can sink my battleship
We ain't family, drama queen, the camera's rolling
Show me your swollen memories before the moment's stolen
Slow-motion Picasso, wearing the wool socks
And coming with the full clip, I'm sick of this bullshit
Who are you anyway, and where did you come from
Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone
The mask comes off, and your face fades away
You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray
Sunday, March 7, 2010
When young, we mourn for one woman... as we grow old, for women in general. The tragedy of life is that man is never free yet strives for what he can never be. The thing most ferared in secret always happens. My life, my loves, where are they now? But the more the pain grows, the more this instinct for life somehow asserts itself. The necessary beauty in life is in giving yourself to it completely. Only later will it clarify itself and become coherent. - From the movie Slacker.
"do you know that 'if' is the middle word in life? If you can keep your
head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you
can trust yourself when all men doubt you"- From Apacalypse Redux
"People are dying Alfred, what would you have me do?
"Endure." - The Dark Knight
I don't know how I never really understood the first quote, but its now quite apparent, sort of like what the quote says itself. WE must either decide to live or decide to die. When in between, we feel the struggles that confront us and can't always find a reason to endure, and that certainly doesn't exactly go away when you decide to live and persevere, but it can somewhat lessen. It can be a feeling that can be controlled, as uncontrollable as we typically feel we are. I think the quote is saying that we constantly live in this battle for an equilibrium that we likely won't attain, but the battle itself encompasses pleasures, passions, and experiences that don't even have to be sexual to be enjoyable. And I think thats what makes love so worth living for, the fact that sex isn't the only aspect of it, but its still a comfort and relief in knowing you're loved. I could get more psychological than that, but for the most part, that is what makes love what we seek so obsessively. And that is also why I hate to hear people really slandering people who get attached. I mean, its natural to get attached and to believe in another person so that they will give you soemthing you really want, so why the fuck are they the absurd and weird? have we really gotten to the point that we're only willign to accept the part of our nature that keeps us from thinking of the future at all?
Onwards; the second quote, I think, is an example of brilliant writing. In addition to that, its a fucking brilliantly truthful statement. I had a discussion with someone about how much good and bad comes from our imagination. Suffice it to say, our imagination, our contemplation of what could be, our wondering 'if' something could be is what has brought us this far. A shame its also what slows our progress.
Lastly, the last quote is mostly support for the first quote. I think its ludicrious how differently people think movies are, and look for no congruity between their favorites or even ones they passively view. Batman was definitely more than a superhero flick, and I think that a lame ass movie like Avatar reveals that people want truth and they want understanding to be displayed in art. Its just a shame that it has to be oversimplified and full of special effects for the truth to be appreciated.
That said, A Serious Man is the greatest fucking movie of all time. I bet NO ONE saw that coming.
Yea, mazel tov!
"do you know that 'if' is the middle word in life? If you can keep your
head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you
can trust yourself when all men doubt you"- From Apacalypse Redux
"People are dying Alfred, what would you have me do?
"Endure." - The Dark Knight
I don't know how I never really understood the first quote, but its now quite apparent, sort of like what the quote says itself. WE must either decide to live or decide to die. When in between, we feel the struggles that confront us and can't always find a reason to endure, and that certainly doesn't exactly go away when you decide to live and persevere, but it can somewhat lessen. It can be a feeling that can be controlled, as uncontrollable as we typically feel we are. I think the quote is saying that we constantly live in this battle for an equilibrium that we likely won't attain, but the battle itself encompasses pleasures, passions, and experiences that don't even have to be sexual to be enjoyable. And I think thats what makes love so worth living for, the fact that sex isn't the only aspect of it, but its still a comfort and relief in knowing you're loved. I could get more psychological than that, but for the most part, that is what makes love what we seek so obsessively. And that is also why I hate to hear people really slandering people who get attached. I mean, its natural to get attached and to believe in another person so that they will give you soemthing you really want, so why the fuck are they the absurd and weird? have we really gotten to the point that we're only willign to accept the part of our nature that keeps us from thinking of the future at all?
Onwards; the second quote, I think, is an example of brilliant writing. In addition to that, its a fucking brilliantly truthful statement. I had a discussion with someone about how much good and bad comes from our imagination. Suffice it to say, our imagination, our contemplation of what could be, our wondering 'if' something could be is what has brought us this far. A shame its also what slows our progress.
Lastly, the last quote is mostly support for the first quote. I think its ludicrious how differently people think movies are, and look for no congruity between their favorites or even ones they passively view. Batman was definitely more than a superhero flick, and I think that a lame ass movie like Avatar reveals that people want truth and they want understanding to be displayed in art. Its just a shame that it has to be oversimplified and full of special effects for the truth to be appreciated.
That said, A Serious Man is the greatest fucking movie of all time. I bet NO ONE saw that coming.
Yea, mazel tov!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
I'll be upping some of this band's shit soon.
Because its all fucking out of print, and I'll be goddamned if their glory doesn't live on.
Cop Shoot Cop - If Tomorrow Ever Comes
"if tomorrow ever comes, maybe we'll get an explanation."
Cop Shoot Cop - If Tomorrow Ever Comes
"if tomorrow ever comes, maybe we'll get an explanation."
Friday, March 5, 2010
Have a Nice Life doth not NOT win, ever.
Free EP from the shogazing, post punk, whatever'ing group of cats that go by the name of Have a Nice Life. Check this shit OUT
Click, if you want to win.
Click, if you want to win.
Peace, Love, and a speedy recovery
from heartbreak.
Oh how easily they forget no anchor to the past
Cut the blood supply and hope the heart beats itself to death
My ribcage is now my own, still feels like your arms net clothed in salt
How'd I let it go this far?
It happens faster than you could ever think
From always and forever to never again in less than a blink
The river runs until it's dry
But I die spittin' my last drip into it's mouth to keep it alive
Long drives, wide eyes, and your smilin' face
You dance I drink, let's waste the night away
They say you always know right away
But you can't foresee the sand being pulled into the sea under a tidal wave
Secrets sneak out when you're asleep
Comin' from a queen's mouth, talk isn't all that cheap
I'm now a lone flame searching for a purpose
Setting fires everywhere I go, can't avoid the burns
We share pain
You took me by the throat and made me understand the world as if I were you and I couldn't breathe
And you can lead a horse to fresh water but you can't teach it how to be okay when you decide to leave
I'm lost, there's no one to protect
I got so used to bein' sheltered from the rain that always followed you
It's not my first time, actually it's nothin' new
But that doesn't make it any easier to get through
The snow won't melt, smoke won't clear
Turned hope inside out a thousand times tryin' to see if it was ever anything more than dressed up fear,
But the two go hand in hand you can't have one without the other bein' there
I'm barely breathin' waitin for these screams to end
Beggin' a god I don't believe in to let me sleep so I can dream again
We went through thick and thin
Came out separate on the other end
But please know no matter what you'll always have me as a friend
And I finally know
Your crime is your pride and your past is my only dose
I'm goin' crazy outa my control
But there's nothin' I can do, I have no choice but to let it go
Each day gets a little less intense
No longer feel like the skins standin' on my chest
You made me more me, and I won't forget the times you helped my find my feet
When I was buried in my head
Thank you, for givin' what you had to give
Takin' what you had to take,
And makin' me believe in you.
Even though I might be gone forever there will always be a place in my brain that'll think of you.
You look so graceful when you're flyin'
Keep goin', there's a lot of world that you haven't seen,
You have my best wishes, even if only in silence, you deserve everything that you've ever dreamed.
The snow melted right when the smoke cleared,
I turned love inside out a thousand times tryin' to see if it was ever anything more than the will to persevere,
but the two go hand in hand, the clouds surrounding you eventually will clear.
I can breathe I found contentment in the end,
Tellin' a god I don't believe in to go to sleep so I can think again.
We went through thick and thin,
Came out separate on the other end,
But please know no matter what you'll always have me as a friend.
-Eyedea - By The Throat
Oh how easily they forget no anchor to the past
Cut the blood supply and hope the heart beats itself to death
My ribcage is now my own, still feels like your arms net clothed in salt
How'd I let it go this far?
It happens faster than you could ever think
From always and forever to never again in less than a blink
The river runs until it's dry
But I die spittin' my last drip into it's mouth to keep it alive
Long drives, wide eyes, and your smilin' face
You dance I drink, let's waste the night away
They say you always know right away
But you can't foresee the sand being pulled into the sea under a tidal wave
Secrets sneak out when you're asleep
Comin' from a queen's mouth, talk isn't all that cheap
I'm now a lone flame searching for a purpose
Setting fires everywhere I go, can't avoid the burns
We share pain
You took me by the throat and made me understand the world as if I were you and I couldn't breathe
And you can lead a horse to fresh water but you can't teach it how to be okay when you decide to leave
I'm lost, there's no one to protect
I got so used to bein' sheltered from the rain that always followed you
It's not my first time, actually it's nothin' new
But that doesn't make it any easier to get through
The snow won't melt, smoke won't clear
Turned hope inside out a thousand times tryin' to see if it was ever anything more than dressed up fear,
But the two go hand in hand you can't have one without the other bein' there
I'm barely breathin' waitin for these screams to end
Beggin' a god I don't believe in to let me sleep so I can dream again
We went through thick and thin
Came out separate on the other end
But please know no matter what you'll always have me as a friend
And I finally know
Your crime is your pride and your past is my only dose
I'm goin' crazy outa my control
But there's nothin' I can do, I have no choice but to let it go
Each day gets a little less intense
No longer feel like the skins standin' on my chest
You made me more me, and I won't forget the times you helped my find my feet
When I was buried in my head
Thank you, for givin' what you had to give
Takin' what you had to take,
And makin' me believe in you.
Even though I might be gone forever there will always be a place in my brain that'll think of you.
You look so graceful when you're flyin'
Keep goin', there's a lot of world that you haven't seen,
You have my best wishes, even if only in silence, you deserve everything that you've ever dreamed.
The snow melted right when the smoke cleared,
I turned love inside out a thousand times tryin' to see if it was ever anything more than the will to persevere,
but the two go hand in hand, the clouds surrounding you eventually will clear.
I can breathe I found contentment in the end,
Tellin' a god I don't believe in to go to sleep so I can think again.
We went through thick and thin,
Came out separate on the other end,
But please know no matter what you'll always have me as a friend.
-Eyedea - By The Throat
Its so hard to be grateful
But I prefer it to optimism and blind faith in betterment.
"I came across my wife and baby
already clinging to this singularity
dear wife, please forgive me
if I sometimes forget what
blessings I should be rejoicing"
"I came across my wife and baby
already clinging to this singularity
dear wife, please forgive me
if I sometimes forget what
blessings I should be rejoicing"
Thursday, March 4, 2010
YES
The Walkmen - Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me is Gone
Newsies at Skeeter Branch, photo taken by Lewis Hine.
Hine took pictures of working children that he sent to congress. These pictures helped motivate congress to pass laws discerning child labor rules.
Newsies at Skeeter Branch, photo taken by Lewis Hine.
Hine took pictures of working children that he sent to congress. These pictures helped motivate congress to pass laws discerning child labor rules.
One cord from flowering interconnectedness
"Long ago it was said that 'one half of the world does not know how the other half lives.' That was true then. It did not know because it did not care. The half that was on top cared little for the struggles, and less for the fate, of those who were underneath, so long as it was able to hold them there and keep its own seat."- Jacob Riis
"Two types of people in this world, the rich and the rest." - Jel
"Two types of people in this world, the rich and the rest." - Jel
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
And now we must pack up every piece
of the life we used to love
just to keep ourselves at least
enough to carry on.
just to keep ourselves at least
enough to carry on.
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