Added Serj Tankian's Elect The Dead, whose song "The Sky is Over" has ben helpful to me for reconciling pain in a beautiful way, and Radiohead's Amnesiac, which I feel I am, after years and years, am finally, only now appreciating, to my ever growing Working List of Most Beautiful Albums Ever Made. Amnesiac always used to make me feel strange, uncomfortable, lonely, destitute. Somehow I am now meetings its strange forelorn beauty half way.
Dollars and Cents
There are weapons, we can use
Be constructive
With your blues
Even when they tore the wall down
Even when they tore the wall down
Why don't you quiet down?
Why won't you quiet down?
Why don't you quiet down?
Why won't you quiet down?
You won't even touch us now you know that we're framed
You don't like living in a business world
You don't have goals and you never stay
There are no more goals in our liberal world
Living in times when I could stand it
It's all through the neighbor's grill
I'll roll on and maybe I can see out of here
It's all over the globe this day
It's all over the globe so let me out of here
It's all over the world
Quiet down?
Why won't you quiet down?
Why don't you quiet down?
Why won't you quiet down?
We are the dollar and cents
"No limit, no definition, may restrict the range or depth of the human spirit's passage into its own secrets or the world's." - Goethe
Friday, August 31, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Revolutionary Road
"I think I meant it more as an indictment of American life in the 1950s.
Because during the Fifties there was a general lust for conformity all
over this country, by no means only in the suburbs — a kind of blind,
desperate clinging to safety and security at any price"
"a bright, beautiful, and talented couple who have lived on the assumption that greatness is only just around the corner. With heartbreaking compassion and remorseless clarity, Richard Yates shows how Frank and April mortgage their spiritual birthright, betraying not only each other, but their best selves."
- from reviews of the book Revolutionary Road.
Added to my list to follow the rest of Life After Murder, The Psychopath Test, and Godel, Escher, Bach. Or maybe urgency will take over.
"a bright, beautiful, and talented couple who have lived on the assumption that greatness is only just around the corner. With heartbreaking compassion and remorseless clarity, Richard Yates shows how Frank and April mortgage their spiritual birthright, betraying not only each other, but their best selves."
- from reviews of the book Revolutionary Road.
Added to my list to follow the rest of Life After Murder, The Psychopath Test, and Godel, Escher, Bach. Or maybe urgency will take over.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
The Psychopath Test
" ' That's an incredibly depressing thought,' I said, "that if you're in a room and at one end lies madness and at the other end lies sanity, it is human nature to veer towards the madness end.' "
...Is it?
...Is it?
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Creative Processes
"It's nearly impossible, unsustainable, to live without art. Even when I am not the one creating. To live only once in a life on a daily basis exposed only to worldly things - business, money, industry, entrepreneurism, social structures, societal customs, technology, popular culture - this is the equivalent of a death sentence to me, without all the existential weight that comes with that makes people like Jarvis Masters write memoirs and become more incredible people than they would've been without (a real death sentence)."
- journal from 12.11.11, p.1
Grey, drab.
Only certain types of people need, I've come to notice. Need:
- Dreams: vivid dreams, the strangest, most far off dreams. It is when I dream of the same things I experience waking that I feel I have been truly ripped off by the universe. Give me strangeness, give me far away, impossible worlds. One of my favorite dreams was the one that asserted the irrefutable truth (in the way that dreams do, of irrational things - one person just IS someone else, one place just IS the place it isn't really), that the word "find" has a bird in it. Obviously.
- constant and regular exposure to otherworldliness and preternatural things
- art (painting, sculpture, film - anything truly...transporting)
- drugs if they are transporting as well
- subtlety of feeling, for moments, for tricks of light, for...
- the in betweens (a beam of sunlight at a certain time at dusk; dusk itself [my favorite time of day]; the dip of a lash that captures some inexpressible emotion, expression, emotion; an emotive cluster of pain; the upward or downward lilt of a word that all by itself tears you up inside. I could go on with this list a long time).
- those for whom the following rings true: "Writing is not art...but breathing."
- travel: uncomfortableness, experience in countries far, far, far away from America, countries that have an entirely different history, background, society, way of functioning - anything that makes one expand one's notion of fundamental truths about being alive. Because if all you have to base those on is the society you grew up in, you are so far away from truth.
- Other languages: goes hand in hand with other cultures. With different languages comes different thinking.
Charlemagne was reputed to have said that, "To have a second language is to have a second soul"
I am missing 6,998 out of the roughly 7,000 existing languages there are in the world*
- altars are a necessary part of existence, no matter what, no matter where. Made of expensive votive candles in thick colored glass and jewels, or snickers bars and pennies
- Books. Any and every kind. Great literature - Nietzsche, Rilke, Hesse, but also new, exploratory work, writing by journalists, by drunks, others for the most part unbeknownst to the world.
this list could go on a long, long time
* It has always been a personal epistemological philosophy of mine that if one were to take on the project of trying to learn everything single language that human kind has ever developed, one would be much closer to grasping "truth" in and of itself (according to humans at least), than any other person.
**raw incense burning dish was a gift from mom
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sehnsucht III
a huge and painfully unrequited yearning to find and touch the
mystery, to resolve it by becoming one with it.
Sehnsucht is a German noun translated as
"longing", "yearning", or "craving",[1] or in a wider sense a type of "intensely
missing". Sehnsucht is difficult to translate adequately and
describes a deep emotional state… one of those quasi-mystical
terms in German for which there is no satisfactory corresponding term in
another language.
Sehnsucht is a compound word, originating from
an ardent longing or yearning (das Sehnen) and addiction (die Sucht).
However, these words do not adequately encapsulate the full meaning of their
resulting compound, even when considered together.
Sehnsucht represents
thoughts and feelings about all facets of life that are unfinished or imperfect,
paired with a yearning for ideal alternative experiences. It has been
referred to as “life’s longings”; or an individual’s search for happiness while coping with the reality of
unattainable wishes. Such
feelings are usually PROFOUND, and tend to be accompanied by both positive and negative feelings.
It is sometimes felt as a longing for a far-off country, but not a particular earthly land which we can identify. Furthermore
there is something in the experience which suggests this far-off country is
very familiar and indicative of what we might otherwise call "home".
In this sense it is a type of nostalgia, in the
original sense of that word. At other times it may seem as a longing for a
someone or even a something. But the majority of people who experience it are
not conscious of what or who the longed for object may be, and the
longing is of such profundity and intensity that the subject may immediately be
only aware of the emotion itself and not cognizant that there is a something
longed for.
The experience is one of such significance that
ordinary reality may pale in comparison (" When the pawn hits the conflict he thinks like a king/What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight/And he'll win the whole thing fore he enters the ring/There's no body to batter when your mind is your might/So when you go solo, you hold your own hand/And remember that depth is the greatest of heights/And if you know where you stand then you know where to land/And if you fall it won't matter, cuz you'll know that you're right. ")
(most of source http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sehnsucht. For Fiona Apple album title/song lyrics: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fiona%20apple)
(most of source http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sehnsucht. For Fiona Apple album title/song lyrics: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fiona%20apple)
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Sehnsucht II
"Sehnsucht. Sehnsucht, as I see it, is saudade with grand philosophy present. You can get a "B.A.", so to speak, in saudade, but "Ph.d." must be in Sehnsucht. It is far reaching also; but it is far beyond daily life and the wistful, muse-worthy self-absorption with the personal patterns of life and death and impossibility. Sehnsucht contains within it (one feels) the meaning of the universe and a huge and painfully unrequited yearning to find and touch the mystery, to resolve it by becoming one with it. Though painful and haunting (like saudade, because it is unrequited), it is extremely alluring, even rapturous, possibly because the heightened yearning or longing itself brings a sense of closeness to whatever it is that seems to be calling, calling from afar."
(Source: http://noweverthen.com/many/saudade.html)
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Prayer
I don't want a full wallet.
I don't want a clean house.
I want a full heart.
and a spirit with life.
I don't want a clean house.
I want a full heart.
and a spirit with life.
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