Category Archives: music

25 September 2017

At Home

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under music, western culture

28 August 2017

.
.
.
.

 

 

“rest, nature, books, music…

such is my idea of happiness.”

~Leo Tolsyoy

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Leave a comment

Filed under art, music, nature, politics

the miraculous white supremacy

the miraculous white supremacy is a random off the wall word project with little to no meaning or context, much like white supremacy in the US and I needed a year long project just in case.

365 day of ideas and topics to deliberate, things to do and see, something to write home about or not.

defiantly dadaish.

got an idea to add, comment below, I’ll add it to the day with credit (if you want).

no cost to participate, a.k.a free.

started 082017

Day 1. winning the lottery could cure the mundane.

Day 2. go to the Trevi Fountain write about something there no one will ever read.

Day 3. people create things, write songs, make inventions and each inventor declares that some low income based family receive a chunk of the financial benefits of the creation.

Day 4.  in three words.

Day 5. 4327.18

a. national cherry popsicle day is fast approaching, stock up! (jasper)

Day 6. in America it’s every man for himself – in the US Corporations you’re an employee, prepare to die for the profits of Wall Street.

Day 7.

 

a. it’s all yours, tanks!

Day 8. do you ever suffer from hydro-oxi evapotranspiration?

Day 9.
“That which is falling must also be pushed.” -Nietzsche

“Having a high IQ only makes you clever it doesn’t make you smart” -ish

“…. he wasn’t much into fame or fortune, and though the death was tragic and sad, it was highly unusual. No one had ever drowned by eating too much watermelon before. He made it into the Guinness World Record Book. Death By Watermelon. Killed by a pink squash. You just couldn’t make that up.”

Day 10. “So like I ask God for help and he’s all like, “Okay, here, go pick up this shit up again!” And I’m like, “Wait a sec, let me check my numbers, and then I’m like thinkin’ what’s the point of living?””

The Nazi party died in 1944 – the tyrants today are behind all the wars and run all the banks. You’re angry and fighting an imagination put in your head by your masters, they control the media. Turn off your TV, your chains will turn to dust.

Are you awash in savings?

Day 11. every once in a while it’s good to ask, “Why are we here?”

Day 12. just how deep does my autist run? Today I read War and Peace, the Brothers Karamazov, listen to 41 Mozart symphonies, baked a crumb cake, cleaned out the junk drawer, touched up all my paintings and folded 5 grocery bags.

Day 13. epoh?
no response is a response

Day 14. swordfish


slowing I turn, step by step, inch by inch

Day 15. Normies are everywhere!
So this government person, Equifax and Hillary Clinton walk into a bar…

Day 16. why fee fie foo fum
has anyone ever actually died of embarrassment?

Day 17. there’s this old(er) gentleman in my building, he’s a little crazy, but I guess in a good way. He’s tall, least 6 feel +, white hair, wears a tweed cap, bent over a bit forward and he’s a heavy walker. He does mostly nice things, odd, but nice. Like he’ll buy candy or flowers, fruits or yogurt; I think for himself, or maybe it’s for someone else, not really sure, but he always seems to have a little extra of what ever he buys. Same with either a storage locker or maybe he goes to a thrift store… not really sure. I see him couple times a week and noticed he always ends up giving some, if not all, of the stuff he has with him away either to people in the building or people walking by. Today he gave me a scratch off lottery ticket. I won $100! How bout dat?

Day 18. just then

“… just then she realized he wanted her dead.”

“…just then the north wind blew through the prairie and cleared the land.”

“…just then a letter arrived.”

“… just then he found a strudel.”

“…just then ja ja ja.”

“… just then it was a cold and rainy night.”

“…just then she realized that she was stuck on number 18.”

“…just then…, just then…”

“…just then, it was time for bed.”

“…just then it was time to wake up.”

“…just then the coffee was ready to serve.”

“…just then the light flickered.”

“…just then the phone rang.”

“…just then he vanished.”

“…just then a letter arrived.”

“…just then he was rich!”

“…just then the glass glass fell.”

“…just then a child appeared out of no where.”

“…just then he lit up a smoke.”

“…just then his phone died.”

 

Day 19. Today is the ?? anniversary of discovering that I could toss kleenex into the toilet and not the garbage.

Day 20. George Orwell Elementary School.

Day 21. Later is always now.

what daemons took you?

Day 22. Fingale’s Cave Tours

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

4122833578

Day 23.superseikendensetsu 3

benevolent emperor ~xadiem

.
.

.
.

Day 24.

Torches of Freedom


.
.

.
.
Day 25.
Embrace the Suck

.
Day 26. angry weather makes me angry!

-kicked in the groin, found it

.
this

.

Day 27. today

this too

and this

.
Day 28. nobody’s coming and you’re never going to win.

Day 29. right time, right place for everything, coming to a theatre soon.

Day 30. new tv ad – “dying is hard, dying alone sucks!”

be prepared – only $29.99

 

-People are given so many blessings in life. Of course they are not distributed evenly and many could argue even fairly, but there comes a time when you are certain the bowl is empty, you’ve used the spatula to it’s full extent and the bowl is all, but licked clean. The question now is, what do you do? We will talk about that issues and more tonight, right after the commercial break.

-does eczema really cause heartache?
is the heartbreak of psoriasis real or just another conspiracy theory?

Day 31.

Day 32. Good news for parents, 80% of you fail. That’s right your kids hate you like you hate your parents for mostly no good reasons. Find solace in that.

…and we’ll be back to descending on the path to nihilism and mediocrity right after these messages.

Day 33.

Day 34.
This is the water and this is the well, drink full and descend.
The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within -David Lynch
cDay 34.

wanted audience
.

Day 34.
time stopped

.
Day 37.
there comes a time when love turns to hate that turns to indifference that turns to art.

.
Day 38.

summer has ended… 
.
Day 39.

nihilist band names

irony escapes
civic failure
in passing
cheap shit
money hungry
defiant dadaist
shylock
turncoats
redrum
here comes the apocalypse
satan’s love child
bad seed
i hate my job
pedoweinsteins
infected finger
band width
fucking flash drive
i hate this computer
ms windows sucks (last good OS was WIN95)
the end

.
Day 40.
I met this incredible man, he said he could send me back to the beginning of my life and that I could relive it all over again, and if I go back soon I would remember everything I know now and could change all the bad things and relive all the good things over, even make them better. He said that I would still meet all the people I have known throughout my life so far.

.
Day 41.
falling into madness

.
Day 42.
“The leaf cries out in pain as it rakes you” -metokur

It’s that time of year again for, Little Death Words of Wisdom:
remember when you’re an utter failure you can cry all you want, no one will care. focus now on the moment when you won’t wake up – find solace and comfort in that, make it a little game now, cause, well later you’ll miss the moment. don’t be too hard on yourself, take it one day at a time, the end is inevitable and once you reach your goal, well… it won’t matter. namaste. don’t forget to treat yourself now, go ahead open that new box of band aids rather than use the last 2 old ones, YOLO! look around you, is this how you want them to find all your things, in such disarray? don’t worry, you’ll be dead. is it really worth going through all the books looking for that $20 you hid in one of them for a rainy day 10 years ago? prioritize. when the day comes, how will you be remembered? again, you’ll be dead, it won’t matter. work on those memory skills now. what happens to all the internet stuff when you die? have you thought of all the people who have typed in forums, on blogs, left comments, pictures, unfinished

Day 43.
today I went to the grocery store, picked up the usual, bread, milk, cheese, eggs, butter, cereal, coffee, leaches, lettuce, sleuth, and honey. when I arrived home and put the goods away at the bottom of one of the bags was a bottle of nail polish. xtreane nail polish #139. what is the meaning of this?

I read a poem today, or was it a short story or a dream story or poem? it was in spanish, in the story an old short man accosted another man, the old man was looking to create a bouquet of blue eyes for his lover. defiantly not neruda.

.

.
87850-053
.

if I had a cafe…. I’d have Bunuel et al, Hitchcock and Fellini clips, my own work of course, along with all the other interesting finds on youtube, with permission, projected, running all day. Id have a side room for special no talking film events which included live piano or chamber music for silent films weekly, radio theater for the holidays and the best homemade cakes, stews and soups this side of the Mississippi all reasonably priced.
.


.

Day 44.
“…to live in fear is to be a slave.” Roy Batty, Bladerunner

.

.
fiat justitia ruat cælum

Day 45.

.
Day 46.
help?

need to stop scaring the middle class with the poor

 

Day 47.
hurry, think of something quick!
.
Day 47.
into the blue again
.

must use this

.

Day 48.
.
you could have it all…
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Leave a comment

Filed under art, education, media, music, non-fiction fiction, poetry, politics, serendipity

27 January 2017

.

mzeye

.
.

ǝᴉɟloʍ ʎɐpɥʇɹᴉq ʎddɐɥ
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Leave a comment

Filed under art, history, music

28 August 2016

“The fear of death is only the consciousness of unresolved contradictions of life” -Leo Tolstoy
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
😦

wilder
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Leave a comment

Filed under art, music

#Brexit

before the fall…

lightbefore

Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted brethren whom, tyrant, he calls free; lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not! For every thing that lives is Holy.
– William Blake (The marriage of Heaven and Hell – c1790)

.
.
.
.
.
.

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
moondvy
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Leave a comment

Filed under art, history, music, poetry

back to the garden

JacksonPollock-Number-One-1948

.

Serenade #1
Serenade #2

.

.
.
.
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
-Neruda
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Leave a comment

Filed under art, music, nature, poetry