Monday, October 13, 2008

Blocked up

Lots of things to write about, seemingly no ability to write about it. Lots of things I should be drawing and putting color to, seemingly no ability to create. Right now, life is a lot of running in place, watching the world convulse, and hoping the ship holds together long enough for most of us, if not all, to make it over the next crest safely. The problems before us are so large they surpass the imagination's ability to fully grasp them, but at the same time, seem so simple that their enormity is almost laughable.

In so many ways, we have paid more than we make as a culture for decades and finally, those plump, juicy, diseased hens have come home to roost. We wanted it all and we wanted it now, and like Jim Morrison, the foundation of our being finally succumbed into a heap. When I talk about we, I am talking about the entire, collective we. The problems we face are bigger than the narrow visions of nationalism, and broader than the modern concept of globalism. The drive to greed and gain and power that have started every war, poisoned so many minds, and fueled nearly all of our illusory divisions, has been with us nearly from our earliest days. And as we have seen, it is not going anywhere anytime soon.

And what are we to do about it? There is no easy answer, obviously. What is not so obvious to some, is that there may be no answer whatsoever. The intangible change we need may be beyond our grasp, and beyond our common mind's ability to embrace. Greed and gratification, how many words have I typed or spoken aloud whining about, condemning, or contemplating those things? After all of that chatter and brain cycling, all I have come to understand is just how far away I am from transcending these things and how vulnerable my own life and sense of well-being is to the greed and selfishness of others. That's not to say the situation is entirely hopeless, but with so few reasons to be optimistic, it is nearly impossible to deny the dreariness of the current landscape. We are living in a world painting by Van Gogh, written by the Marquis de Sade, and narrated by Salvador Dali.

For better or worse, this is home.

DLZ by TV On the Radio
Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones
saved

You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly
and finding a throat to choke

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
and blowing the crows, the smoke

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken
and shoving their souls to ghost

Eternalized. Objectified.
You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like
the bolt busted loose from the lever

Never you mind
Death professor
Your structure's fine
My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Love is life,
My love is better.
Eyes could be the diamonds
Confused with who's next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Your shocks are fine,
My struts are better.
Your fiction flies so high,
Y'all could use a doctor
Who's sick, who's next?

Never you mind
Death professor.
Electrified, my love is better
It's crystallized, so am I.
All could be the diamond
Fused with who's next

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

Posted by Erik @ 10/13/2008 11:49:00 PM