ahhhh i want
When there’s too much to say, it’s hard to speak at all
Every morning, dreams shattering.
Every night, words that can’t cut across the telephone wires, or satellites, or whatever it is we speak through. It just won’t work.
It was day time, and we were in the grass by the river.
It was springtime, but so windy we were wearing our fall jackets.
The moment you got on the bus my heart dropped, I felt
empty inside, yet no reason to cry.
As I walked I smelled something like nail polish remover
and couldn’t figure out why.
Sat down after the bridge, took a minute before
walking home again, where is home, again?
While you were here we said “I love you” mostly in whispers but sometimes
louder than the air coming out of the vent in the ceiling.
I was tangled around you, your heart skipped inside me,
however it was was just perfectly sweet. We bathed in the
orange sheets, a color on which you would never choose to sleep.
Back at the house, the sheets are white, slightly grey
at the edges where we rest our feet.
I think in dreams and weeks and schemes,
and you think in photographs and kilometers.
I think I will love you for weeks and weeks,
kilometers and kilometers,
dried flowers in books you send me in the mail
and the longest way around the lake I lead us back to my room.
Questions for John Coltrane, from his Saxophone
for marygrace
by ryan
this country,
a company
he’s no president
just another CEO persuaded by the board
a filthy law maker breaker
shuts out and down our farms
to build a genetically modified union
our neon lights are no more than onion bulbs
illuminating freeways from the underground.
collective spirit
soiled,
must be dusted and unhemmed
like
that life we’ve always dreamed of;
a sense of self, peace of mind,
good health & moral wealth
ain’t so far behind to find.
by kriss
Hands on our hearts we salute you your victory,
Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy
Pitying the blindness that you’ve never seen
That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
They were never no more than carrion crows,
Pushed the wrens from their nest, stole their eggs, changed their story;
The mockingbird sings it, it’s all that he knows.
“Ah what can I do?” say a powerless few
With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye
Can’t you see that their poverty’s profiting you.
My country ‘tis of thy people you’re dying.
— buffy saint-marie
buffy sainte-marie
(Source: snowqueenoftx)
photo by kali
kali
I believe the process of creating music, and all art, is rooted in the realm of the sacred: it involves reaching into the wilderness of chaos and noise and giving it a new context or orientation through composition. In The Sacred and the Profane, historian of religion and philosopher Mircea Eliade wrote, “Any act can become a religious act. Human existence is realized simultaneously on two parallel planes, that of temporality, becoming, illusion, and that of eternity, substance, reality.” The division between these realms has increased with the prevalence of a domineering consumer culture. At this point so many “holy” acts have been claimed as commodity and sold back to ourselves, it could be argued that all that is being created is more noise.
-ven voisey
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American culture offers young Americans the ‘choices’ of fundamentalist religion and fundamentalist consumerism. All varieties of fundamentalism narrow one’s focus and inhibit critical thinking. While some progressives are fond of calling fundamentalist religion the ‘opiate of the masses,’ they too often neglect the pacifying nature of America’s other major fundamentalism. Fundamentalist consumerism pacifies young Americans in a variety of ways. Fundamentalist consumerism destroys self-reliance, creating people who feel completely dependent on others and who are thus more likely to turn over decision-making power to authorities, the precise mind-set that the ruling elite loves to see. A fundamentalist consumer culture legitimizes advertising, propaganda, and all kinds of manipulations, including lies; and when a society gives legitimacy to lies and manipulativeness, it destroys the capacity of people to trust one another and form democratic movements. Fundamentalist consumerism also promotes self-absorption, which makes it difficult for the solidarity necessary for democratic movements.
Bruce Levine, Alternet
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