There comes a time when reader and poem are equally beautiful
Donald Finkle: Hands
You get what I’m saying here, Joe?
Please don’t pussy out on me. We are what it will take to change this world for the better. We have got to be cocky. Not arrogant (arrogance is comes from the security of being part of the system( what we have to do is what philosophy was meant to do. Now, of course, the moderators will be a little reluctant, because they’re just trying to create a working thing.
But, what if we actually managed to make history by actually defying the system we are dependent on? What if we set aside the kiss-ass mentality that some among us is caught up in and actually thought about the situation we actually are in.
Sorry about taking over your string, Ambig.
What do you believe in?
(I also replied to you in ‘Let’s be clear’)
Look. my intellectual friends,
what we are dealing with are multi-national entities that have no commitment to any to any one country.
In fact, what is their best interest is the dismantling of our democracies
Now given that
Think about the importance of ILP.
You either use it or you lose it.
We either act together
or we lose any respectable definition of freedom.
or democracy.
“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.” - Your man, Russell.
What we’re dealing with are Zombies. Men three parts dead.
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” - Nietzsche
Love can revive all.
Okay, by me.
Okay by me.
Well, not really. 
DECADES
Joy Division
[b]Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of hell’s darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Weary inside, now our heart’s lost forever,
Can’t replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?[/b]
BROTHER
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Music…
A true reflection of the heart. There is deep comfort in listening to the heart. Deep inspiration. Deep solace. Deep love. Deep pain.
One can live through music. But, there is more to life than just listening to the heart. There is action in accordance with the heart.
Let me repeat an insightful post I just read.
MEAT IS MURDER
The Smiths
[b]Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER
And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It’s death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER
And the calf that you carve with a smile
It is MURDER
And the turkey you festively slice
It is MURDER
Do you know how animals die?
Kitchen aromas aren’t very homely
It’s not “comforting”, cheery or kind
It’s sizzling blood and the unholy stench
Of MURDER
It’s not “natural”, “normal” or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT’S MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT’S MURDER
Oh … and who cares about an animals life?[/b]
ZOMBIE
The Cranberries
[b]Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying…
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou…
Another mother’s breakin’,
Heart is taking over.
When the vi’lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.
It’s the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they’re still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying…
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a…[/b]
Haha. Very apt songs, considering the content of the thread hijacking. Both equally heart wrenching.
To laugh or cry? That is the question.
HYPNOTIZED
Fleetwood Mac
[b]It’s the same kind of story
That seems to come down from long ago
Two friends having coffee together
When something flies by their window
It might be out on that lawn
Which is wide, at least half of a playing field
Because there’s no explaining what your imagination
Can make you see and feel
Seems like a dream
(They) got me hypnotized
Now it’s not a meaningless question
To ask if they’ve been and gone
I remember a talk about North
Carolina and a strange, strange pond
You see the sides were like glass
In the thick of a forest without a road
And if any man’s hand ever made that land
Then I think it would’ve showed
Seems like a dream
(They) got me hypnotized
They say there’s a place down in Mexico
Where a man can fly over mountains and hills
And he don’t need an airplane or some kind of engine
And he never will
Now you know it’s a meaningless question
To ask if those stories are right
'Cause what matters most is the feeling
You get when you’re hypnotized
Seems like a dream
(They) got me hypnotized[/b]
MEET ON THE LEDGE
Fairport Convention
[b]We used to say
That come the day
We’d all be making songs
Or finding better words
These ideas never lasted long
The way is up
Along the road
The air is growing thin
Too many friends who tried
Were blown off this mountain with the wind
Meet on the ledge
We’re gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I’m gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge
We’re gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again
Yet now I see
I’m all alone
But that’s the only way to be
You’ll have your chance again
Then you can do the work for me
Meet on the ledge
We’re gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I’m gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge
We’re gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again
Meet on the ledge
We’re gonna meet on the ledge
When my time is up I’m gonna see all my friends
Meet on the ledge
We’re gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again[/b]
After “Meet On the Ledge” I always listen to this:
DUST
Fleetwood Mac
[b]When the white flame in us is gone
And we that lost the world’s delight
Stiffen in darkness.
Left alone
To crumble in our separate night
When your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath
When we are dust, when we are dust
When we are dust, when we are dust
When your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath
When we are dust, when we are dust
When we are dust, when we are dust
When the white flame in us is gone
And we that lost the world’s delight
Stiffen in darkness
Left alone
To crumble in our separate night
When your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath
When we are dust, when we are dust
When we are dust, when we are dust[/b]
And, for some reason, this song brings out the same sort of reaction to death:
BREAK
Aphrodites Child
[b]Bye bye, my friend, goodbye.
With a lie
you forget and break it.
You make it
you make it
you make it
you make it.
Cry in my empty room,
and we try
to forget and break it.
Fly
high
and then
you make it.[/b]
BEAUTIFUL CHILD
Fleetwood Mac
[b]Beautiful child
Beautiful child
You are a beautiful child
And I am a fool once more
You fell in love when I was only ten
The years disappeared
Much has gone by since then
I bite my lip, can you send me away
You touch
I have no choice
I have to stay
I had to stay
Sleepless child
There is so little time
Your eyes say yes
But you don’t say yes
I wish that you were mine
You say it will be harder in the morning
I wait for you to say, just go
Your hands, held mine so few hours
And I’m not a child anymore
I’m not a child anymore
I’m tall enough
To reach for the stars
I’m old enough
To love you from afar
Too trusting… yes?
But then women usually are
I’m not a child anymore
No, I’m not a child, oh no
Tall enough to reach for the stars
I will do
As I’m told
Even if I never hold you again
I never hold you again[/b]
I’M SO AFRAID
Fleetwood Mac
[b]I been alone
All the years
So many ways to count the tears
I never change
I never will
I’m so afraid the way I feel
Days when the rain and the sun are gone
Black as night
Agony’s torn at my heart too long
So afraid
Slip and I fall and I die
I been alone
Always down
No one cared to stay around
I never change
I never will
I’m so afraid the way I feel
Days when the rain and the sun are gone
Black as night
Agony’s torn at my heart too long
So afraid
Slip and I fall and I die[/b]