whatever is going on through your head right now,
whatever reason shoves you forward;
here is something you should consider,
nothing is going to happen in the end.
no one will cheer, smile, pat you on the back.
there will be no applause.
no standing ovation.
definitely no trophy.
you will have came and went.
you will not be judged.
you will not be congratulated
or condemned.
there was ultimately nothing
added to you after you left.
at the end, all you were
was finished.
you will not re-awaken with
a lesson learned.
nothing is going to happen in the end.
you will not sit through
a review of your merits or,
an analysis of your flaws.
nothing is going to happen in the end.
and if this makes you give up
and decide its not worth the walk.
then, that is where you stop walking.
but I don't care if
nothing is going to happen in the end.
I still enjoy my walk
2008/08/18
2008/08/08
Death on the Installment Plan
II.
The summation of random events is life and life is the self-presented perspective of universe. The summation of random events leads to more random events. Every life will lead one way or another to the random event of death. Most have a default setting of thought foundation applied to death; they believe death will come at an old age when life is fully lived. Death is a random event that can arrive as plainly as the next breath. One will never discover the pattern in a pattern-less system. Most fear that which is without judgement and cannot be controlled or influenced. Every moment has been added by everything that came before it. Every moment is sequence followed by random consequences. And every consequence is in itself a newly added sequence. I believe everything you learn and experience will give you nothing after death. I believe the random events of life are solely for the living to make the most of and lead to no goal or lesson. The only thing it leads to is just a random death that becomes the consequence of their living sequence and that very same consequence of death is in itself a random sequence added to the random events of those who are still living.
The summation of random events is life and life is the self-presented perspective of universe. The summation of random events leads to more random events. Every life will lead one way or another to the random event of death. Most have a default setting of thought foundation applied to death; they believe death will come at an old age when life is fully lived. Death is a random event that can arrive as plainly as the next breath. One will never discover the pattern in a pattern-less system. Most fear that which is without judgement and cannot be controlled or influenced. Every moment has been added by everything that came before it. Every moment is sequence followed by random consequences. And every consequence is in itself a newly added sequence. I believe everything you learn and experience will give you nothing after death. I believe the random events of life are solely for the living to make the most of and lead to no goal or lesson. The only thing it leads to is just a random death that becomes the consequence of their living sequence and that very same consequence of death is in itself a random sequence added to the random events of those who are still living.
Labels:
Albert Camus,
Death,
Nihilism,
Philosophy
2008/08/06
Noise No. 001
Within matters of The Cure and discographical gauge of quality, Pornography by far demolishes Disintegration. I only mention Disintegration because of the summation of occurrences when I was told, upon inquiring, that Disintegration is the most common favorite Cure album. Portray me not, unjust, I do enjoy Disintegration and had it not been for 1 or 2 songs on that album I would be able to participate in the much of a more enriching audiometric experience .Of course to each his/her opinion and by all means kick, shout, and pounce about in what your mind makes comfortable for your taste and value. As I shall.
Dark, Primal, and Heavy are the three governing Queens of Pornography. And hailing blessedly under their terra spanning commands are synths that hum out screams, Tolhurst's snares like damp bodies of mud that fail vertical composure and award gravity full custody in a faithful fall onto concrete under crushed glass. Yells from Smith into rivers of reverb, guitars that screech and get lured into the air, bass groans and moans underlying the tension of pleasure, searching through paranoia's shut fists for relief. Its the only Cure album that interrupts not with the wince gathered suggestion of alternating the occupation of playing the record in its entirety. Faith and Seventeen Seconds I also share in this pocket of undisturbed play but those two albums are the rising studies that slowly manifest themselves into Pornography. From 1980 to 1982 this was their era that most translates to me, Seventeen Seconds is far more bare than Faith and just as such is the relationship between the latter and Pornography. Its almost as if a body is undressing itself, removing the silence of clothes and as each article is removed the louder the flesh and the more intricate the layers of nudity. Tension and relief.
And somewhere in 1982 I am born and it will be a long time before I even listen to either The Cure or music in general. As I grow age after age They release album after album, always a song that I'll love but within an album that has moved on from previous movements. This is what every artist is entitled to...expression forward from yesterday's experience. Interestingly enough, it results in a diverse following of enthusiastic listeners that would argue albums and eras of the same artist as if they were the property of several different bands.
Labels:
1982,
Music,
Pornography,
The Cure
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