Saturday, February 2, 2008

The Simple Truth

It is not enough to simply say. It is not enough to simply hear. It is not enough to simply see...no, not even enough to simply do. One must go further, beyond the mere saying, or hearing, or seeing, and even the doing, and try to feel. Feel...with the heart. Cliché, to be sure, but no human being ever got anywhere by simply doing. Or rather, no human being was ever happy. Isn't that what really counts? A man can do any number of bodily exercises, and do repetition after burning repetition, but unless he stops to feel, he will only become another number on the charts of modern life. Number One, perhaps, but a number nonetheless. A woman can do all manner of mathematical calculations, and quickly rise up the monetary chain, but unless she stops to feel, the countless, countless numerals are empty. A child can achieve the very greatest of results, on a scale of zero to a hundred, becoming the envy of the crowd and the apple of his parents' eyes...but at the end of all that labor, tedium, and terrible pressure, the child is still but a number, without feeling. Without the feeling of that blazing fire burning in his belly, there can be nothing beyond the doing. But, should even the smallest of sparks fall into a kindling heart, then the smallest of lights will appear, and from that smallest of lights, the smallest of flowers will bloom. With that, the path will not quite be the smallest of paths any longer.

It's the simple truth, it is.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Believing

I'll start believing when the guns start
jamming when they go rat-a-tat-tat and the wars are
stopping over this and that and the bloody fires stop
burning in their horrible ways and the ground isn't
shaking all night and day and when we all start
talking, about why we cried and everyone starts
swallowing their pride and no one's ever
trying to get back at him and parents aren't
worrying when it starts to get dim and kids aren't
lying because they're scared and teens aren't
dying because they were dared and people aren't
starving in their own backyard because the blues are all
selling every little shard and people like me aren't
writing, that this is what it takes,
for them to believe.



But I'll stop believing
when the sun don't shine,
and our hopes don't climb,
and the love has died.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

TTYSNTAWOP

or Three Things You Should Never Talk About With Other People

You all know what I'm talking about. Those forbidden fruits of the conversationalist's orchard. The mere mention of any of these topics, while almost guaranteed to give any exchange a spark (bonfire?) of life, also have the propensity to trigger wars, grudges, fistycuffs, and food fights, among other such travesties. Of course, I say almost. Most people who talk about this kind of thing hopefully have the foresight to reserve these topics for those who agree with them. It has been scientifically proven through rigorous experiments that people think highly of other people that agree with them as opposed to people who don't. More of that self-indulgence thing, eh? And then, of course, there are the people who go around shouting out their opinions on these topics for all to hear, whether they want to hear it or not, just for the juicy reactions.

These people, quite frankly, are sillies. Ignore them.

Returning to the topic at hand, we will begin our tour of the verbal no-no's with something that should be on every American's mind right now: Politics.

Also the least likely to spontaneously combust. Fans of this topic can most easily be divided into three groups. We have Republicans/Righties/Conservatives/Fetus-Lovers, Democrats/Lefties/Liberals/Fetus-Killers, and those that believe politicians should be hanged. The point is, when it comes to politics, at least half of the country is likely to be in very strong disagreement with you. This probably includes Fox News. Not much to see here otherwise.

Next up, Religion, Bringer of War. Now, don't get me wrong; religion is a fine thing. It gives us hope, joy, a justification to all the times we didn't hit somebody, and made us feel bad when we did. But then, under all the wonderful teachings these things bestow upon us, there is always the inevitable edict within every religion that denounces every other religion as being wrong, and in most cases, blasphemous. Now, it's human nature to place oneself above all others, but narrow-mindedness on this scale is just pointless. I don't see the benefit of taking a sword to my neighbor because my God is better than his god even though they're essentially the same, just with a different name. Theological arguments themselves can be extremely enlightening, but then speech comes to scream and you can't hear yourself think because two people (countries) have two different opinions.

There he is! There he is! The Great Pumpkin! This brief list was inspired by Linus van Pelt, who uttered the very same words in syndicated form. The Great Pumpkin. How often was poor Linus ridiculed for his loyal beliefs, when all the other kids wrote letters to a fat old man in a red suit? Ridiculed because they thought it was stupid, because they thought he was a fool, because they didn't understand it. Most people, not all, but most, will choose to poke fun at things they don't fully understand. They'll choose to fear it, to disdain it, to cast it out. Why? Good question. It doesn't really make that much sense. As if the effort of learning a little more about the world, or another person, isn't really worth it.

**A short disclaimer: if the contents of this entry, or the entire blog for that matter, somehow offend you, I'm very deeply sorry. This was meant to be slightly satirical in nature, so take the stick out of your butt. Also, thanks to Steffi for being the wall I bounced ideas off of for the first half of this.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Part Two? I dunno...chapter titles are silly

The dreams...they were always so...bright...alive...different...

When she was awake, it was dark...except for the circles...

Everyone said she couldn't see, but she saw the world through those circles...but her dreams...they were...different...She couldn't find the right words to talk about it, so she didn't. Her parents probably wouldn't understand anyway...right? Wake time was always so dark and familiar...but sleep time...if they were open, she was sure her eyes would scream from the bright...but in a good way...it was odd...but she loved to dream...and she never forgot them. Not a one.

Like the circles, the dreams were all different kinds. Some were light, others were still dark. Almost completely dark but for tiny dots...more than she could ever count...but it was soothing in a way. Not like the running dreams...She never knew what she was running from, but she could never stop. Those were...her body was soaking by the time she would wake up...

But sometimes, about once in a blue moon, she would just dream of floating...being in water without the wetness...those were her favorite. She was floating when it happened.

"Wha-...why is everything getting so dark? It's not morning..."

"Choose."

"Choose..? Choose what?"

"Observe, and choose."

"Choose between those?
Ok...um...Papa always says bigger things are better so...besides, it's so much bigger than the other on-AHH! That sound...! That wailing...! That laughter...that sick laughter...My ears are burning...! ...Now it sounds like...someone...crying...despair...I can feel...the hatred...this...is death...No...No, I want the other ball! Take me away from this...please...please...No, not more laughter! ...Wait...this sounds like...a child...a child's laughter...of...joy...no, children...it sounds lovely...now cheering...now...life...love...Why is this...so much smaller than the other...?

"Have you chosen?"

"Yes, but-"

"Very well. Awaken, Rhia."

Blue Motion

This piece is a pretty kick-butt example of marimbaing, with assorted accessories on the side. It starts off peacefully enough, with the first minute consisting of marimba and vibe riffs accompanied by rhythmic backgrounds. Then the bass and hi-hat really kick in and the song's main theme comes out. One thing I really love about it is the constant drive, the continuous pulse you get while listening to it. While just what the hell a caxixi is continues to elude me, I can't wait to get my hands on this (hint hint?). Sheet music shouldn't be so bloody expensive...

Oh, the only other problem? It's also a bloody duet.

http://www.tapspace.com/BlueMotion.html



P.S. Disney knew what they were doing when they made Fantasia.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Aha!

Eureka! By Jove, I think I've got it! That's it! Success! Mission accomplished! Of course! Brilliant! I can see it now! It all makes sense now!

I found it. The answer. Yeah, that one. The one that answers that most personal question, that most important quandary, that most deeply embedded curiosity. You know the one I'm talking about. That thing you were always too scared to ask. Too scared of what the answer might be. Might have always been. Might become. Remember it now? Guess what? I know the answer.

The solution to every problem that ever came around actually needing a solution. The missing gear in the mechanics of Life. The looking glass through which thirty-seven shades of gray become crystal clear black and white.

I know it.

And you know what?

I'll tell you.

Listen closely.

I'll only say it once.

It depends.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

What...?

"Why did you do that?"

"...do what?"

"Don't smart off to me, boy!"

"I...don't have any idea what you're ranting about."

"Drop the stupid act. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Do I now?"

"Yes...it bloody well saved my life."

"So you burst in from nowhere, screaming to me? How grateful."

"Yes, that was unseemly. You have my apologies..."

"Accepted."

"Quite, quite. Ah...whatever happened to that salamander figurine you had? The one of porcelain?"

"That little thing? The story it has now...but alas, I sold it to a very deserving home."

"I see...pity. What about those diamonds...the ones that glow with a light of their own?"

"They're in better hands as well now. But is business the only reason you came?"

"No, I suppose not. Can't quite remember what the real reason was though."

"Haha, you seem to be growing senile."

"And you seem to be growing fickle. Last I was here, those items weren't for sale."

"Maybe not to you. You never needed them."

"Well of course. No one needs diamonds."

"No, not the diamonds...but what they represented to the person who now possesses them."

"What else can a diamond represent but wealth?"

"See, a person in your situation couldn't understand...would never need to understand."

"I don't know if I should take offense to that..."

"Are you happy?"

"Aren't you blunt? I suppose it took me a while...but yes, I believe I am."

"It took you a while?"

"Money makes fools of us all."

"How eloquent...but why did it take so long for you to realize this?"

"Dear boy, it just occurred to me."

"Hm?"

"You never answered my original question."

"Which was...?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Sigh...do what?"

"Kill me."