Saturday, November 04, 2006


-got no-
rhythm to my rhyme
soul to my smile
guilt to my crime
ego to my pride
stealth to my guile

lost my tandem to thoughts most random

spangled sticks and fangled dreams

all in all a pretty nice day

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Dismal Grim

so yesterday was sitting in the smoke room with the duende and co watching a feeble bunch of protesters across the street waving limpid placards calling for the the re enactment of the Armed Forces Specials Powers Act. something that has been flittering on and off meadia and human rights highlights after the whole youknowwhatihopes. talk shifted to the general scene. of blood and blame. of oppression, repression, suppression all part of the rigmarole game. military might and revolutinary trite. of the whole gory sordid state of affairs, governments and things. of intolerabilities addressed and discussed in intolerable rehtoric over champagne glasses and smooth marble tops. of the sheer absurdity of the logic of war and life as such. of the two sides to every coin leaving no room for answers at all. of a world gone rabid, run by thieves. the premise was stark in the duende's scream

"it's all fucked up, it's all fucked up
we can only nuke us all and start afresh"

i have many doubts about the christian faith. a faith overun by clergy and doctrine and holy self righteous absurd men, more or less like the rest of the pack. gone far far away from the original plan. but going back to the grand design of the good book i'll pause awhile to explain some bits in brief.

so god above made the universe with a master plan. he made the earth, skies and seas and filled them all sorts of creatures wild. last of all he made us men with a will to choose and do and gave us stewardship of this brand new earth to boot. we know what freedom often brings. the great fall happened and with that total alienation from god's perfect plan. the downfall had begun. but then there was redemption offered in jesus christ. the only clause, unshaken faith in this second provision from god. a pacifist hung on a cross. so where was the proffered salvation? be faithful, watchful and prayerful were the given commands. things will be bad till judgement day. and there was the revelation of things to come. horrors upon horrors for human kind until the final apocalyptic end and that's when The Second coming begins and thereafter a whole new world reborn, afresh.

in short, going back, "nuke 'em all and start afresh". That does seem to be the master plan

yeats lived through the terrors of the first world war and wrote a poem that jars and mars and scars. and living in these times the dread from his words still strike deep.

The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming!
Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

so there we are, so close to the duende's cry of despair. but brothers sisters the race is still on, the time still around to arise and chant down babylon

Animal Collective

so been moping around with drake quite a bit. so much so that i wrote a whole elegy with no rythm nor rhyme but just sheer emotion unabated. shall post it once the cringe ceases. sometimes lil coy bout letting my emo wild.

trying out my first music post here with a record that drove me insane the first time round

sheer mad rabid joy. barret on happy happy mdma. {were there those lil pink happy pills back then?} should there ever be a party in the looking glass land with all grey men, fauns, hobbits, alices, jabberwockys, nymphs and imps in tow this is what should play. damn the pipes of pan.

sanity has never been so dismissed to ochestrate something so wild so mad so free so insulated from all human fear. clashing cymbals droning snares pow wow drums a jungle of sonic let loose in an impossibly beautiful dervish form. Gosh! its too hard to take...

raving ramble over. sample the piece below and welcome the impeccably coordinated chaotic world of animal collective and talk of plants and simple treasures. while for info bout the band's album feels more cohesive and coherant just try this

p.s: apart from labels of psych folk, weird folk, freak folk, experimantal folk and noise rock, the tag i like best is transcultural technological postmodern tribalism. phew! double phew! and ohmigosh! critics and their slew of words. tough job.btw the joyful gleeful lyrics are quite undecipherable. try this if you want to yell along

Wistful Happy Sad

"I love the autmn for its sense of melancholy. Seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying of the year and mystery as well"

Kyffin Williams

{Something I miss the hills the most for}

"Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was paint sunlight on the side of a house"

Edward Hopper