This post is for the lot of you who are still asleep about what is and what is not. Truth is sometimes simple and rough and unchangeable. Sometimes. If after watching what's in the following link and are not convinced of modern slavery, no matter your status in life, then maybe you should watch more of your beloved television. The movie starts a bit slow, but don't allow yourself to be distracted. Recommended for anyone who needs to wake up.
http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/ (make sure to click on Zeitgeist: The Movie first. Addendum is the second movie.)
Can't say we were not warned.
...J
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
It awoke before dawn, sighs and signs. The sky was an unrestful purple, the result of red eyes and blue skies.
Been a minute since I checked in here. Hello.
A long time ago, I asked God why there has to be so much pain in my life and in the world as we know it. I did receive an answer. Rather quickly.
One of my long-standing favorite bands is Alice In Chains. They have been through hell and somehow still exist to sing about it. The original singer, Layne Staley, died of a heroin/cocaine overdose on April 20th, 2002. He weighed 86 pounds. The last few months of his life are among the most horrifying and sad things I've ever heard or experienced. In my opinion, Layne was one of the best singers that ever lived, so far. I cannot rock out to the band like I used to. That particular transference is over. For almost 8 years I've been haunted with terrible truth; Layne will not sing another song. The music to me now is a ghost.
I just finished a You Tube session with AIC. Couldn't help but cry. Serious weeping. A smile on my face, but pain nonetheless. Pure and universally connected pain. I defy fucking anyone to listen to Nutshell (AIC ep 'Jar of Flies') an not feel it. I dare you. This pain is something that can be plugged into just as easily as happiness or fear or any other of our emotions, given the right outlet.
Here's a link to AIC's MTV Unplugged version of Nutshell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3px0m1Y9Tuc&feature=related
If after watching this and not having known AIC, I'd like you to comment on what this video did for you, if anything at all. For me, I can't view this stuff more than maybe once a year. It just tears me up. The smile and the sadness.
The answer God gave me was something like this: "It exists because it is an example and motivator for others to use as a platform for brighter things, no matter how small". That's the best way I can describe it.
To each his own, eh.
Maybe I'm just too damn susceptible to these emotion tides because I'm seeing life in it's final phase(s) all around me. Right now. My grandmother is in the back room, bedridden with bad health and dementia and my grandfather is in a nursing home battling a nasty spot of pneumonia, wears a catheter and cannot walk anymore. Both of them are fed thru tubes in their stomachs. Both of them love me very much and both of them wish to die, so the pain will go away.
In about an hour, I'll be in the back bedroom with mother, changing my grandmother's diaper and rolling her to her other side, as to not collect bed sores. I do this with a smile and dreadful emotional pain. I know if I drink a few beers, the pain'll go away.
Some of you may understand. Some of you will not.
I just recently regianed some form of composure in my life and fully intend to inject this current state of emotion disturbance directly into a new short movie project. A long overdue one, concerning poet and good friend John Edward Lawson. It's the only way I know that may have curative value over this wailing hell.
Thank you for listening...J
A long time ago, I asked God why there has to be so much pain in my life and in the world as we know it. I did receive an answer. Rather quickly.
One of my long-standing favorite bands is Alice In Chains. They have been through hell and somehow still exist to sing about it. The original singer, Layne Staley, died of a heroin/cocaine overdose on April 20th, 2002. He weighed 86 pounds. The last few months of his life are among the most horrifying and sad things I've ever heard or experienced. In my opinion, Layne was one of the best singers that ever lived, so far. I cannot rock out to the band like I used to. That particular transference is over. For almost 8 years I've been haunted with terrible truth; Layne will not sing another song. The music to me now is a ghost.
I just finished a You Tube session with AIC. Couldn't help but cry. Serious weeping. A smile on my face, but pain nonetheless. Pure and universally connected pain. I defy fucking anyone to listen to Nutshell (AIC ep 'Jar of Flies') an not feel it. I dare you. This pain is something that can be plugged into just as easily as happiness or fear or any other of our emotions, given the right outlet.
Here's a link to AIC's MTV Unplugged version of Nutshell: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3px0m1Y9Tuc&feature=related
If after watching this and not having known AIC, I'd like you to comment on what this video did for you, if anything at all. For me, I can't view this stuff more than maybe once a year. It just tears me up. The smile and the sadness.
The answer God gave me was something like this: "It exists because it is an example and motivator for others to use as a platform for brighter things, no matter how small". That's the best way I can describe it.
To each his own, eh.
Maybe I'm just too damn susceptible to these emotion tides because I'm seeing life in it's final phase(s) all around me. Right now. My grandmother is in the back room, bedridden with bad health and dementia and my grandfather is in a nursing home battling a nasty spot of pneumonia, wears a catheter and cannot walk anymore. Both of them are fed thru tubes in their stomachs. Both of them love me very much and both of them wish to die, so the pain will go away.
In about an hour, I'll be in the back bedroom with mother, changing my grandmother's diaper and rolling her to her other side, as to not collect bed sores. I do this with a smile and dreadful emotional pain. I know if I drink a few beers, the pain'll go away.
Some of you may understand. Some of you will not.
I just recently regianed some form of composure in my life and fully intend to inject this current state of emotion disturbance directly into a new short movie project. A long overdue one, concerning poet and good friend John Edward Lawson. It's the only way I know that may have curative value over this wailing hell.
Thank you for listening...J
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