Thursday, February 26, 2015

Avoiding Change


Simple thoughts
Thoughts of the future
And of the past
Mingling together in chaotic paradise

What I am
Who I was
What I want to be
All aspects breathing down my neck

Afraid of the future
Afraid of what might be
Fearful of what everyone else has
Hoping that my life might be different

Avoiding change hasn’t worked
But what if changing doesn’t either

What if I wake up one day and realize
That my whole life has passed me by
That I am no further ahead than when I started

What will I do then?
The white light seems pretty appealing now
How will it look in 10 years?

I just don’t want to end up staring down
The barrel of a gun just waiting for the end
With tears in my eyes
And questions in my heart
- Island of Blue, "A Drifting Mind with Simple Thoughts"
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/481086-A-Drifting-Mind-with-Simple-Thoughts-by-Island-of-Blue#sthash.8Wl5WtaS.dpuf

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Social Distance - The" System Generated" Solution


I hear the pizza delivery guy coming.
He’s coming around the bend.
And I haven’t seen my toes since, God knows when.
I’m stuck in Fatso Prison, and time keeps dragging on.
But thin people keep movin’, and I weigh more than San Antoine.

When I was just a baby, my mommy said
“Being fat is hard.
Always eat your veggies and not a brick of lard.”
But I ate a can of Crisco just to make her sigh.
Now when I see thin people jogging, I hang my head and cry.

Oh, I bet there’s thin folks eating
tofu and salad.
And I bet they’re not singing
this retarded ballad.
But I know I had it coming.
I know I can’t be thin.
But thin people don’t have to diet
and I just can’t win.

Well if they freed me from Fatso Prison
If a thin body was mine
I’d bet I’d finally cross the race’s finish line.
Far from Fatso Prison.
That’s where I want to be.
And those sanctimonious thin people
would never again bother me.
- ladyjanew, "Parody of Johnny Cash's Folsom Prison Blues"

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Inconceivable!

Heraclitus:
The world continues to be in a state of flux ,
Where strife (Nekos) and love (Philia) ,
Are the dividing and uniting forces in control ,
To ensure the balance and unity of the whole !
Harmony is the union of opposites ;
Just as the high and low musical notes combine ,
To create music and melody in our life !
The principle of the universe is becoming and change ,
And with his dynamic metaphysics Heraclitus tried to delve ,
The ultimate reality behind all things as he had felt !
Next we move on to Parmenides and his philosophy of ‘being’ ;
Directly opposed to Heraclitus’ notion of change and ‘becoming’ !

PARMENIDES (515 BC – 450 BC) :
Born in Elea a city south of present-day Naples ,
At the age of 65 years visited Athens ,
And was interviewed by the youthful Socrates ,
- as Plato says ! He was the founder of the Eleatic School ;
Declared all changes to be mere illusory , - and not to be fooled !
In reality it was only changelessness , - only a state of ‘being’ ;
Far removed from Heraclitus’ change and flux , and ‘becoming’ !
Since for ‘being’ to change and ‘become’ , it must have come , -
From a being , or non-being , or nothing !
To come from a ‘non-being’ or ‘nothing’ was impossible !
But if from a ‘being’ , then it has come from itself ;
And has always been an ‘identical being’,
- Parmenides strongly felt ! It was evident then ,
that from being only being can come ,
Hence there was only one eternal , indivisible being , which was continuous !
Moreover , he declared ‘being’ and ‘thought’ were one !
For what cannot be thought cannot be ,
And what cannot be , that is ‘non-being’, - cannot be thought !
‘Thought’ and ‘being’ for him were identical !
All change for Parmenides being inconceivable ,
- The world of sense he declared was an illusion !
Sense perception reveals a world of plurality and change ;
An illusory world of opinion and appearance !
Later , Bertrand Russell in his ‘History of Western Philosophy’,
Suggested Parmenides was a victim of linguistic fallacy !
Yet he gives him credit for the ‘invention of Metaphysics based on logic!’

Both Melissus and Zeno as pupils of Permenides ,
Continued his traditions in his Eleatic School of Philosophy !
Zeno’s through his four paradoxes on movement tried to demonstrate ,
The indivisibility and unchanging reality without change !
Zeno with his words of magic, is reputed to have laid the foundation of Logic !
- Raj Nandi, "Ancient Greek Philosophy Continued : Heraclitus and Parmenides"

Monday, February 23, 2015

Raising the Wind

In the sombre woods of ancient Dodona
Was a Dorian temple by expert hand built,
No other in this world could compare to its beauty,
Surrounded by statues of silver and gilt.
Laden with gifts appeared kings from afar
To honour the priestess, her speech divining,
Like hermits they huddled in fasting and prayer
Awaiting their fate, outside they were pining.
But fate and the future have eyes unbound,
And lots when cast can quickly turn round,
A word is enough, if sent from the heavens...
How many thrones have been toppled and tossed,
And how many leaders' minds have been lost
For failing to heed that old woman's words.
- Aleksander Stavre Drenova, "The Oracle of Dodona"
Sacred Oak, Dodona

The sound of the rustling leaves of the sacred oak delivered Zeus' messages at the Dodona oracle.



Friday, February 20, 2015

To Pluck the Day

To pluck the day, its budding life,
Is thus to chance belong,
For blossoms still alive today
May be to-morrow gone.

To float up to the skies today,
And touch sun 'fore his leaving,
Is chance to dream, though now awake,
And never cease believing.

Though life in morning's most alive,
And in thy veins runs warmer,
Still tarry not, or thou may miss
What waits thee round the corner.

Though shyness is allure, my love,
Silence can love entomb;
Some blossoms once they've closed, my dear,
Cannot again re-bloom.

Please heed this all from he who knows,
And learned with such a cost,
For once I slept in past her dawn,
And, thus, her love I lost.
Carpe diem: Etymology; Latin ('to pluck the day')

by jason, "awake thee 'fore the dawn"

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Surplus value vs Surplus enjoyment

Herein lies the difference from Marxism: in the predominant Marxist perspective the ideological gaze is a partial gaze overlooking the totality of social relations, whereas in the Lacanian perspective ideology rather designates a totality set on effacing the traces of its own impossibility. This difference corresponds to the one which distinguishes the Freudian from the Marxian notion of fetishism: in Marxism a fetish conceals the positive network of social relations, whereas in Freud a fetish conceals the lack ("castration") around which the symbolic network is articulated.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Görlitzer Bahnhof

Background

Burning Hearts on Valentines Day

Now, dear children, pay attention I am the voice from the pillow I brought something to you Have cut it from my breast With this heart i have the power To blame youre eyes I sing till the day wakes up A bright shine at the heavens sky My heart burns They come to you at night Deamons, ghosts and black elves They crawl up from the cellar rows and will take a lok under your bed Little children listen on I am the voice from the pillow I braught something to you A bright shine at the heavens sky My heart burns They come to you at night And steal your little hot tears They wait till the moon awakes And push them in my cold venes Little children listen on I am the voice from the pillow I sing till the day awakes A bright shine at the heavens sky My heart burns

Friday, February 13, 2015

Punch Drunk

'Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost!
What face remains alive that's worth the viewing?
Whose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast
Of things long since, or any thing ensuing?
The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim;
But true-sweet beauty lived and died with him.

'Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear!
Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you:
Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
The sun doth scorn you and the wind doth hiss you:
But when Adonis lived, sun and sharp air
Lurk'd like two thieves, to rob him of his fair:

'And therefore would he put his bonnet on,
Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep;
The wind would blow it off and, being gone,
Play with his locks: then would Adonis weep;
And straight, in pity of his tender years,
They both would strive who first should dry his tears.
- William Shakespeare, "Venus and Adonis" (excerpt)

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

An Introvert No More...?

Give me back my shell,
My hole of comfort and understanding.
Where I face not the hard and weary world,
Give me time to myself,
A me time that only I can comprehend.
I wanna rip the cord of constant connection and just let the thoughts and soul settle like the bottom of the ocean.
I wanna just relax and be able to be myself,
ALONE,
Without another,
And nobody seems to get that very well
At least not anyone I know,
So if anybody were to love me they need to understand this,
I'm a half introvert,
And that half needs some time to recover at times
Lover of Words, "Introvert" (Aug 16, 2013)

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Slumming

You will never be good you will never make it
You will never be famous no matter how hard you fake it
Your voice will never be heard and your face will never be seen
So what can I at least dream?

Or what do you want me to wake up and snap back into reality
You will never kill my dreams no not another casualty
Because what I do is real not fiction or fantasy
Let me speak a little louder if you’re not understanding me

I said what I do is real this isn’t a game
I don’t care about money I don’t care about fame
I just care about these words that corrupt my brain
And you wanna control my thoughts but they don’t wanna be tamed

They don’t wanna be trapped in society’s cage
They wanna be free performing on stage
And who am I to deny myself the opportunity to express myself
Poetry is my life and you can never take this

What I do is 100% real I could never fake this
I’m not tryna b like any other only me
And you can search for another but it’s only me
I’m a new poet brand new breed

And as long as I have my pen ima succeed
So you can say I will never be anybody if that’s what you believe
But because you say I will never be anybody ima achieve
And be everything that I ever wanted to be
Bron Dayvid, "Never Say Never"