Everyone's afraid of their own life--Modest Mouse
I don't really knwo where to start out. I don't understand why more people aren't socialists. More importantly though, I don't understand why Gnosticism never caught on. I mean, come on...the light is inside you. You are a god. Jesus was human. You can save yourself by being good and livign a good life. How horrible is that? And even if it was horrible in the 3rd century, why can't we bring it back? Or take it back? Clerks brought back porch monkey...I'm advocating bringing back a good thing. A great thing. Love can lead us to better things. Knowledge can help us. Make us stronger and better.
For a short second today I thought about giving it all up and becoming one of those anti-globalization people. You know, the real anti-globalization people who exclude themselves from humanity and discuss people in terms of "givers" and "takers." I could go off and seek original wisdom, but I honestly don't think there's any left and there hasn't been for decades. Funny, firefox's spell check wants to turn globalization into either verbalization or cannibalization. Imagine that.
Another good observation from Modest Mouse--we kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves.
Can I figure out everything? Charles Mingus took off all his clothes once. In the middle of Central Park. He spent time at Bellvue after that. Then wrote Black Saint and the Sinner Lady. His masterpiece. I still listen to it every now and again for inspiration. It's the most powerful force I know. People don't talk about it enough.
He took it all right to the brink. The space where music was still melodic without losing completely the sense of group activity. I heard a piece by Leonard Bernstein tonight. It was like 22 people, jazz musicians I suppose, up on stage masturbating. Yeah, as a musician, I'm sure it'd be awesome to play that music. But it'd be for MY entertainment, not for the audience. I think you lose something soulful there. Something important in that. I never felt comfortable playing a piece only because I liked it...I thought that I had to give something to the audience to feel good about--to feel close to them; so we could know each other.
There are times when Isaac Brock seems insane.
Religion seriously bothers me. I just don't understand it. I've tried. I've thought about studying it. I considered talking to priests and holy people. Nothing really works. It's about enlightenment, and money. And a group atmosphere. There are universities now, thanks to T.J., that focus themselves around the library and learning instead of the church. So our new ideal religion is knowledge, Gnosticism? Not quite; they still buy into the church--whatever church it may be. Even UVA has a chapel. I was married there, I should know. Now there are colleges that surround around frat houses and girls gone wild.
Maybe we are all doomed?
I dream of a place that I'd like to go. People are happy. It's sunny and people smile. No one worries about the planes overhead, or the leadership. People just understand, and they read. They dance under the sun and prepare meals together. No one fears things that they can't talk openly about. People become sick and are healed, or they die. People mourn. But life centers around the relationship of the group. Around the friendships with other humans and the togetherness. But what's really wonderful is that everyone talks until they fall asleep, and then wake after dreams, realizing that they have all dreamed pieces of the same dream. I read about a place like this once. I don't think it exists anymore. I'm probably the only one that mourns it. And I was never there.
For a short second today I thought about giving it all up and becoming one of those anti-globalization people. You know, the real anti-globalization people who exclude themselves from humanity and discuss people in terms of "givers" and "takers." I could go off and seek original wisdom, but I honestly don't think there's any left and there hasn't been for decades. Funny, firefox's spell check wants to turn globalization into either verbalization or cannibalization. Imagine that.
Another good observation from Modest Mouse--we kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves.
Can I figure out everything? Charles Mingus took off all his clothes once. In the middle of Central Park. He spent time at Bellvue after that. Then wrote Black Saint and the Sinner Lady. His masterpiece. I still listen to it every now and again for inspiration. It's the most powerful force I know. People don't talk about it enough.
He took it all right to the brink. The space where music was still melodic without losing completely the sense of group activity. I heard a piece by Leonard Bernstein tonight. It was like 22 people, jazz musicians I suppose, up on stage masturbating. Yeah, as a musician, I'm sure it'd be awesome to play that music. But it'd be for MY entertainment, not for the audience. I think you lose something soulful there. Something important in that. I never felt comfortable playing a piece only because I liked it...I thought that I had to give something to the audience to feel good about--to feel close to them; so we could know each other.
There are times when Isaac Brock seems insane.
Religion seriously bothers me. I just don't understand it. I've tried. I've thought about studying it. I considered talking to priests and holy people. Nothing really works. It's about enlightenment, and money. And a group atmosphere. There are universities now, thanks to T.J., that focus themselves around the library and learning instead of the church. So our new ideal religion is knowledge, Gnosticism? Not quite; they still buy into the church--whatever church it may be. Even UVA has a chapel. I was married there, I should know. Now there are colleges that surround around frat houses and girls gone wild.
Maybe we are all doomed?
I dream of a place that I'd like to go. People are happy. It's sunny and people smile. No one worries about the planes overhead, or the leadership. People just understand, and they read. They dance under the sun and prepare meals together. No one fears things that they can't talk openly about. People become sick and are healed, or they die. People mourn. But life centers around the relationship of the group. Around the friendships with other humans and the togetherness. But what's really wonderful is that everyone talks until they fall asleep, and then wake after dreams, realizing that they have all dreamed pieces of the same dream. I read about a place like this once. I don't think it exists anymore. I'm probably the only one that mourns it. And I was never there.