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DRAMATIC READING

Sun, 17 May 2009 20:10:14 GMT

THE STANDARDS ARE BACK

Sun, 10 May 2009 04:12:09 GMT

The STANDARDS are back.

ON LAUGHING AT THIS DEFEATED GENERATION

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 00:12:00 GMT

Most of Fight Club makes me want to Choke but Palahniuk did capture a repressed theme in the pop brand of American nihilism of the 90's. The sentiment that "We have no great war... We are sons without fathers..." has made a rather disgusting impression on young people. In Jack Kerouac's one hitter, On the Road, the characters constantly talk about being put down; they even try to act sympathetic through the beat. And the "ultimate truth" of the novel is that friendship is everlasting. But Kerouac and Cassady's relationship disintegrated after the novel became popular. Some critics believe Cassady started taking on the role of Dean Morrarity; driving the Merry Prankster's bus and living a dysfunctional dream. Which ultimately led to his death. A dream Hunter S. Thompson so externalized in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, another one hitter.

Andy Warhol, idiot savant extraordinaire, made "art" accessible to the masses with his eclectic prints. As well as single-handedly watering down American fine art.

These influencers of music, pop art, and entertainment have taught our generation in all seriousness that the absurd and unreasonable are legendary and epic. And yet when we ourselves confront these enormous roadblocks we know not what to think. How many girls on Xanga of all places singularly blog about their weight? That's defeat. How many naval gazing blogs are out there? It seems somehow the message got twisted by a nasty reality. A reality that is only still attainable to the everyman through the military. The armed forces is the only way to the picket fence American Dream.

The point is: I'm fed up with your tired excuses. The items you bring up in objection. So you feel more attractive than I. Because that is the end of it for sure. These lies everyone tells each other; especially the lies of God and the lies of love; they ruin anything that may be good in the first place.

Love is where we should question, however the lack of belief we put into it is laughable if not damnable.

There are billions of people on this planet. You either have to meet them all or you have the ones that count already.

No Belief

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 06:21:06 GMT

Got to get off this island; mesmerized Medusa heads fall traffic on an already busy highway; tub train, it’s the caverns can’t touch; a craze of fire too true to feel, hiccup, cat scrap, tingle triangle trumpet, black men say, “Don’t bother with Nietzsche.” All you remember is the blade, heart explodes— nauseous, the bloody body releases its excrement; a kill the killer, ah what can be said?

DODDERING WINGS

Tue, 24 Feb 2009 00:12:44 GMT

One million kabala dancers around a glowering fire are not a thing when it comes to the manic rivers I call my blood vessels. There is no room for the weak in this world. The aspersion haunts until hippos fly, fuck the pigs. Purging all that you once called exceptional; because it only disintegrates like Icarus’ doddering wings. There are many commodities you wish to attain. Yet you have no clue where to begin. It is an exotic world we breathe in.

STEPHEN KING AND KING CRIMSON

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 02:33:17 GMT

In Black House, Stephen King references In the Court of the Crimson King, King Crimson's debut album, in a way that stunned me. By using "in the court of the Crimson King" embedded in his story as part of the plot and subtext he has effectively used popular culture, specifically music, to influence his writing. Not only the writing itself but characters within his story. That is the incredible part.

I'm not sure if we really appreciate the way music affects us until stumbling upon nuggets like this. King takes what ever he got from King Crimson, uses the way the music felt, and creates a universe of characters one being the Crimson King, based off of Robert Fripp's riffs. Well that might be a stretch but I see it. Here and Now.

THE WRESTLER

Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:34:58 GMT

Darren Aronofsky's career has impressed me. Yet with The Wrestler I'm left almost wanting. The long trailing shots threw me off. Anyone see it?

ANIMAL

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 22:47:40 GMT

I'm not dead. I just got laid off and don't have to sit at a desk for 8 hours. I've also been on the out side of blogging. In looking for work and/or the next stage of my life I've found that we may see life and its aspects differently yet it is astonishingly obvious that we are all very animal. If there is one thing we can all understand it is the carnal nature we each posses. While our creeds may be extremely dissimilar this dissonance links us together. For in every human heart there is a small flame of desire that screams out for fuel. A collective of individuals living their lives together can do nothing about this dissonance in their lives. It will only make that bloated burning for fuel worse.

Yet when stoked with fuel the strong do not beg for presence of being. To do such a thing lowers humans to the paper they’d wipe their ass with.

This is a kick ass song by the Ketch Harbour Wolves so I uploaded it for those wise enough to listen.

FREEWILL FRIDAYS

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 20:09:07 GMT

You choose the song that will make you the happiest based on the song's title. Enjoy and have a fantastic weekend AWAY from the internet. Happy Holidays.

Mykonos: FLEET FOXES

It Will Follow the Rain: THE TALLEST MAN ON EARTH

What the Dark is Afraid of

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 17:46:50 GMT

Like a blaze on Thursday night their hymn plays on my headphones Friday morning. Taken aback to the place of ecumenical erudition I luxuriate. The inviolable conceived us to disport here. Old Harry knows to vacation the fuck away. No mellifluous cynosures glitz this eve. We eclipsed the events of our pasts with so much talk of pearly gates—Don’t know for sure but I could die today. Just don’t forget your phrenic contemplations. God cachinnates himself to tears.