tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37287857223589995772024-03-16T17:21:13.943-07:00Moss RockMusic, Poetry, Philosophy, articles, reviews, etcAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.comBlogger483125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-45730999404458333852018-01-06T16:03:00.002-08:002018-01-06T16:04:54.393-08:00Camp Cope and Festival Falls Are Both Wrong - What we are facing is a battle of Subconscious Ideologies <span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">I enjoy CAMP COPE's music and believe gender balance is an issue in music and festival lineups as well as radio and broadcasting. However, the issue is not purely one of being a woman although this is a huge factor! it is also about how different forms of womanhood are censored and other forms favoured. For instance, if Camp Cope were self-demeaning bimbos that were promoting some overtly sexual music that stroked male egos they would stand a far greater chance of playing on the main stage and radio. Why is this? because society at large does not want to empower woman and so narratives of emancipation, sexual freedom, and gender fluidity are squashed. The issue is bigger than a polarized battle of the sexes something Camp Cope may not realize for they are actually confronting perverted forms of ideology (streams of ideas within the subconscious of society) that reinforces the uncaring establishment of modern society. Institutions be they moneyed festivals or million dollar radio stations, wall st wilfully refuse to undermine their capitalist enterprise that relies on keeping people uninformed, ignorant and indoctrinated in a way that allows them to simply consume to feel better about themselves. To hell with woman's rights I'll just go to a music festival and get blotto or better yet listen to a cynical radio station like Triple J so as not to think about larger political problems that shape and form and impact my very life. The classic analogy could be Plato's cave being the establishment that wants people to remain in a cave of ignorant delusion, people thinking that they are free experiencing life through reason when really they are experiencing a distorted form of reality just like in the Matrix. In Plato's cave, people fool themselves into thinking the flames flickering on the wall are reality bu the establishment lights the fire that fools the people. Camp Cope could easily be perceived as a band wanting to bring people into the light and out of the cave or matrix ideologically speaking. The band in questioning the people and why they are chained up to ignorance, lobotomized and unthinking are calling on the fire starters patriarchy itself to let their people go Camp Cope are the shepherds that want to convert the wayward herd. But they won't because the people who have chained people up in the cave want all the power over the masses and why is this because to have power over people you need themto never question your authority! also you need to keep them ignorant so the become divided and fighting amongst themselves in pseudo or false conflicts instead of confronting the true enemy - peverted ideology - that many help propagate throughout society subconciously far more so than consciously - for the simple fact that they are not aware that they are biased and msyigonistic even though they partake heavily in these beahviours. Ignorant people attack feminism and in so doing they paradoxically harm themselves by reinforcing the societal structures of their own oppression. Woman as the most oppressed persons in society since time immemorial are naturally the true leaders of the new world order based on love and empathy, fighting and war is how many have tried to order the world to calamitous end. So to bring it all back into the musical picture Camp Cope are the anthesis of a shallow mainstream pop artist seeking to make it, their music is abrasive and imperfect, their music is jarring musical expression warts and all and the refuse head on to soothe the status quo and in doing so commit 'the worst act'. They openly question perverted subconscious misogynistic ideology and the real fact that the emperor is really wearing is no clothes, this being no woman representation in music that is anti-establishment. However, the truly sad fact from my subjective male perspective is that when I look around at male artists booked at festivals and on the radio, they are all buckled and emasculated themselves like mainstream female artists many of them promoting rather than destroying patriarchy as they are forced by unfair power relations to reinforce perverted weinsteinesque ideology that is hate personified or else face punishment alongside Camp cope through the violent act of marginalization. To overcome the patriarch one must turn away from the mainstream and focus in on one's inner life. A revolution occurs by refusing to buy into corrupted institutions.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-75833318467569523202017-09-13T11:56:00.002-07:002017-09-13T11:56:12.667-07:00Explaining NZ Politics to a Friend in America:your right Jeff, but
really our democratic system is a two horse race as well and for all
it's trappings very similar to American politics. There are no real
progressive parties with mainstream support and neo-liberalism
underscores the whole political agenda. Not to be doomsday about it
though laughs. The most progressive party is TOP <a data-ft="{"tn":"-U"}" data-lynx-mode="async" data-lynx-uri="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.top.org.nz%2Fpolicy&h=ATOUQSjinUzLEcHhlJ_Exjcw6hi2qGCpaKuP3dTxDy3IGjVPB2PczLbGYag-QG_uWN8t9zdD-zta8Ugf0FCFNkdEEjNtDa06WVBkBFdbfpTYzi1-oz9eM2q_hp3AQpbhjk1aHDhnolTNN_8OCAsPUXsXMhNt6ljm4IkAEOlEvnrSkIUDm7u2lJGR8yojR0xnreMotVGX1Axqa1hQLl8OiTLddOKSxnbfLmmbMZVrL5B8hc3Wr6kpD94TVgzezD_PujBLezZVuVf-82pcEqbH24xeLd8s1ilDNBcmmI7t95iqJQ" href="http://www.top.org.nz/policy" target="_blank">http://www.top.org.nz/policy</a> however they are very new and have little chance of even having a <span class="text_exposed_show">person
in parliament. Our government is effectively owned and operated by
diary farmers (our form of big business) with a plethora of unnecessary
subsides given to them to make them even richer, especially water.
Labour our mainstream left party, the only chance of opposition to right
wing National is a party of inertia, that champions workers rights
while selling them down the river. So all up I would say democracy is
acting poorly in NZ, the people and there views are not represented,
leading to millions of Kiwis not turning out to vote. Grass roots and
social, political movements in NZ can make a real difference voting is
simply a symbolic gesture to maintain the status quo with it's embedded
institutionalized exploitation. A change will come, and it will not be
at the ballot box, but through denying the pseudo power and forced
choice of voting. Freedom can not be restrained by the state
indefinitely.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-69920205498108072212017-09-13T11:55:00.002-07:002017-09-13T11:55:29.466-07:00Is NZ first's Immigration policy intrinsically Selfish? Why NZ first's immigration policy is selfish. Their position on
immigration although appealing in a knee jerk reaction way, aka less
people taking jobs etc does not fix the major problem that people are
literally starving in third world countries and need to come to NZ.
immigration is a problem because NZ actively lets in people to the
country we can exploit for cheap labour. I know you and I would not want
to be exploited for cheap labour, we also wouldn't want to be starvin<span class="text_exposed_show">g
to death somewhere. The problem is bribery in the immigration system.
We should not prevent people coming into the country because we think
they are going to steal some resources or jobs from us. We should
prevent them coming into the country so we can unceremoniously exploit
them, effectively keeping them in a western form of poverty as opposed
to a third world form, immigrants are faced with slavery in the west or
death at home. Immigration is a forced choice for many, denying them
immigration is a death sentence, we have to come together, let in the
worst off into the country, instead of giving the rich a free ride in NZ
by buying up million dollar assets and them receiving instant
citizenship. NZ first does not plan to tackle any of these problems, it
is just delaying any form of solution, so although it looks appealing,
it is not, if you value human life a just immigration policy. Just my
opinion.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-85330869530683518302017-09-12T19:46:00.000-07:002017-09-12T19:50:41.135-07:00What's Wrong with Demockracy in New Zealand?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The left and the r<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">ight are driven by emotion, fear of loss, fear of lack. The middle-ground, the gap between right and left, is the best place for a party to be placed that aims to bring both parts of the political spectrum together and rule based on justice and fairness in a democratic fashion. A party that unites National and Labour is what's needed! and if that is simply a Utopian dream then votes as know them should be modified to create legitimate social change.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Government official's and political parties have grown complacent with their unjustified position of administering democracy. They believe the way things have been done is set in stone, but even stone is broken. All politicians and bureaucrats would do well to re-read Rousseau's "The Social Contract" again. The philosopher makes it explicitly clear, that a magistrate appointed on behalf of the people to administer the law should act not on his will, nor his parties, but on the will of the people.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Democracy has caught a long, debilitating sickness due to the negligent misconduct of 'Kafkin' civil servants. Thus, Democracy must be returned back into the hands of the people to restore it's full political and emancipatory potential. The emancipation movement is universal, common to everyone, and not yet achieved.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-73222630608461743882017-06-13T22:07:00.000-07:002017-06-13T22:07:50.776-07:00National government: Uncaring on Issue of GST on Female Sanitary Products <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The New Zealand government seems too scared to change the law's around GST to improve the lives of the most dis-advantaged woman in society. The blunt and emotionless rebuff by Judith Collin's over this core issue denies human self worth and dignity to our wahine. Time and time again we have witnessed the increase in GST in our country. Yet, when nearly 30,000 kiwi's signed a petition for the opposite to occur on one small everyday item the blue meanie's say no. The government seems to be only interested in taking money off people without offering any genuine gestures of good will to struggling Kiwi's throughout the country, that's a sad reality. </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I wonder if Judith Collin's was dropped into a parallel universe overnight becoming homeless, struggling to buy sanitary products instead choosing to feed herself, whether she would have a different perspective on the issue. I have an inkling she would! The reason National doesn't want to remove GST on basic human necessities, is because they know, as soon as they do, there will be a ground swell for the government to remove GST on the most basic human necessities; food, bread, milk and water. </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Our nations depressing children poverty rate conveys that a vast section of New Zealander's are clearly struggling to feed their young families. This is not good enough, we should not be treating hardworking families as disposable people. </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">A strong, decisive and peaceful act of retaliation is needed to express the anger and disappointment around the failure of government to address GST on sanitary products. All New Zealander should temporarily boycott Fonterra products. </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Until the government adequately justifies why GST on sanitary products should not be removed. </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">It's time the National party and their lack of respect for human dignity is dealt with by hitting them where it hurts their bank accounts and their precious GST on farming produce. I would strongly encourage everyone to buy soy milk, almond milk, cat milk (just joking) any alternative milk product to put pressure on the current government. </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">New Zealander's must wake up to the reality that we too can deny the government their precious GST revenue, just as they deny us any exception's on basic human necessities. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-1875797212760430142017-05-15T04:21:00.000-07:002017-05-15T04:21:13.886-07:00A song about the mess that is the Auckland Public Transport System - "Big City" by Ha the Unclear I saw a great performance of this song live at Winecellar a while back and I am glad to hear the recording turned out so well! I really like the lyrical story that underpins the song. I instantly relate as a person whom also frequents the hideous mess that is Auckland public transport. Glad to hear a local song that captures the inward battle of the Auckland commute so vividly.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-67713241040729826242017-03-02T20:30:00.000-08:002017-03-02T20:30:00.766-08:00The Perils and Joys of being a Pedestrian in Auckland <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It’s almost frowned upon to use ones legs in Auckland to get
from a to b.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Menacing socialites barely able to see over a steering wheel
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">foot to the floor rushing to pick up their trim milk late
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was a pittance <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">at “30 dollars” although she made her sum sound like a vast aristocratic
fortune. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I dis-regard her quote entirely as I had absolutely no
interest in playing into her <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">poisoned hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The next thing I know the woman’s four wheeled slug of a car
zoomed off into <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the sunset leaving me in peace. I silently hoped the cars smoky
exhaust <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">propelled it’s occupants as far from me as humanely possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> It’s true that the undisputed
kings of inner city transportation are cars. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This fact doesn’t stop me from laughing, howling even when I
hear cheesy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">generic car horns sing out with rage and anger, as if they
owned the roads out <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">right. Like little lords and lasses with their hereditary authority
unchecked <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">cars speed down the pot-holed roads with flagrant dis-regard
for the safety of <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">young children walking home from school. Currently pedestrian’s
maybe <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">overpowered by the might of the combustion engine. But
sooner or later the <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">change will come and the smirk on their smug drivers faces
will be lost for <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">good. The tables will do more than turn they will 360 flip. Then
with the wink of <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">an eye the champions of society the glorious driver will
become powerless <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and unhinged as computers and algorithms direct humanities future
movements <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and the best route to ones desired destination. I would
gladly pay far more than <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">$30 to strip despotic wayward drivers and their despicable passengers
of the <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">cruel pride only afforded to them by the power that comes
with having the <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">ability to direct the four wheels of a car.</span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-22539394158135413412017-02-27T16:35:00.001-08:002017-02-27T16:35:18.673-08:00Scurrying Ants<span class="im" style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">My mind and spirit soar brushing the vaulted ceiling.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The music in the stadium propels us all into a blissed out </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">state of being. It feels as if my skull has been opened up wide</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">causing me to lose all control of my brain. I begin to feel woozy </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">and terribly strange. My limbs jump about as if possessed, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">perhaps they no longer belong to me. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">My circular eyes flicker and snap into ugly </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">snare drums untuned. My thick brown hair rattles</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">around like spinning crash cymbals close to breaking.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">My ears are engulfed in fuzzy bass-lines </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">humorous and light. My arms and legs now utterly foreign to me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">are moved about by discordant guitar chords</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">that patter through the air like overweight pigeons. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The elevated human crowd are now lost wandering</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">in a different sonic dimension. All of us </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">smell of over-priced liquor and burnt cigarettes.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The crowd sways and splutters like swarming plankton.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Despite my feeling of being underwater I continue to </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">sip my plain lemony drink in my recycled paper cup. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Finally the band takes to the stage for their final encore,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">with what little energy they have left to give. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">After a time the lights switch on abruptly ruining </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">the show, it's playful illusion broken in two.</span></div>
<span style="color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span class="im" style="background-color: black;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Immediately everyone is reduced to scurrying ants. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-31225230206312485162017-02-27T12:11:00.000-08:002017-02-27T12:11:04.581-08:00Foraging for Money <span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">My hands dug through the snow looking for money </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">We wanted our due and thought it not funny </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">That some fool had left our cash buried in ice </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Without our modest wages we could only eat rice </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The men despaired doubting their pays existence </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I remained calm awaiting my crews enrichment </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">For under a gnarled tree in a frozen forest</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Were thousands of dollars fulfilling my promise </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">So I dug up the folding without a second glance</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Then preceded to wave the money about like a silly fan</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The others crowded around and the loud roaring began </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Our pockets transformed our spirits blurred drunk </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">We burned through cash faster than our ship would be sunk </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: large;">Desperation had brought us all together. We had similar motivations for why we did what we had to do. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">Some of us had no job prospects, others needed more money for family, while others simply wanted a </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">break from the languishing monotony of life. We did the jobs no one else wanted to do or ever thought of taking </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">up. We were specialists in mopping up spilled milk and tying up loose ends. The higher the stakes were </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">the more we charged. Overwhelming odds simply made us laugh. Of our small squad of five I was </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">tasked with overseeing all the operations we took on trying to bring about the best outcome for all. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Nothing compared to making away with the drugs and money and cashing them in for flowing riches.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">We didn't like breaking the law none of us did but we needed more than a life offered under the law.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Living hand to mouth in one of the most expensive cities in the world was enough to break a man's spirits.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">A complete lack of security, not being able to supply the bare necessities, struggling to pay the rent </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">had made us monsters, lions, death machines that stalked the streets lurked in shadows and enforced </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">secret codes the average citizen never knew existed. We lived in the grey zone between heaven and hell.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-78295848789233891472017-02-25T01:03:00.002-08:002017-02-25T01:22:39.707-08:00Only the Brave Look Inside <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">What are you running from and do you have any real hope<br />Of out running it </span></div>
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why not be brave stand tall and slay the murky inner demons that congregate in your foolish thoughts at night </div>
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Haven't you heard the glistening sword of clarity is the greatest gift you can give to oneself </div>
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so weld it high like a double edged long sword and cut down the approaching enemy of negative emotion that persist in your head</div>
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In the deep recesses of your mind they are begging to be released set free and laid to rest in a bloody grave </div>
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Once restored set out on a quest of any magnitude for however long it takes you be the judge but make sure to gather up a handful of friends that glisten brighter than rare freshly cut gem stones </div>
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Also be careful not to drink to much in the depths of your sorrows only partake of rich wine to heighten your natural inclination toward ecstasy </div>
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Have no fear when travelling over distant lands were danger often lurches hidden in the garb of poverty </div>
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Laugh at the blandness of existence while cherishing the exotic vision of nature </div>
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But always remember the only place that truly matters is inside you</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-48445585214082341072017-02-23T00:34:00.000-08:002017-02-23T01:06:16.659-08:00Powerless as a bee dies<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfjC7l2IDRA/WK6lYtr4MUI/AAAAAAAAD4k/kZlsRzP1ofcwR1oiAV8kMJ2H8ga_oi-GACK4B/s1600/bumble-bee.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="268" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfjC7l2IDRA/WK6lYtr4MUI/AAAAAAAAD4k/kZlsRzP1ofcwR1oiAV8kMJ2H8ga_oi-GACK4B/s320/bumble-bee.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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I saw the worst thing today<br />
A trapped bumblebee slowly<br />
eaten alive<br />
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The poor thing was lost looking<br />
For an open window to escape<br />
Into warm air<br />
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Instead it crashed against a musty<br />
windowpane knocking itself unconscious<br />
spelling out its own doom<br />
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The bees golden black body<br />
Ricochet downward across the room<br />
into a heavy drapery of silken cobwebs<br />
spun by a menacing spider a waiting silent killer<br />
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I thought i saw the eight legged monster bounce up with glee<br />
before letting the bee tire itself out completely<br />
in woven webs ten times stronger than human concrete<br />
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I'm also ashamed to say that the bee was not the only one<br />
that lay paralysed in the room I too was glued to the lounge chair<br />
once in leisure now writhing in unabashed terror<br />
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I desperately wanted to grab a broom and shove it into the webs<br />
saving the young bees life in the bloom of its youth<br />
but worried I would only do more harm than good<br />
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Now I can't bare to look at that window again in case<br />
I see the bees slender body drained of all life<br />
a mere husk of the beautiful flying creature it once was<br />
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It was so happy and free before being murdered</div>
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All I can do now is erase and destroy all the webs<br />
around my house to negate my sullen conscious<br />
as a small token in homage to that fair bees life extinguished<br />
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Only now have I come to realise how an innocent life can be lost<br />
by my own inability to keep my house in order and free from vagabonds<br />
lurking upon dirty windowsills</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-43144419367456979882017-02-22T14:26:00.000-08:002017-02-22T14:50:54.201-08:00My heart will shatter like stained glass flung from the heights of heavens window <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-65374023059561165452017-02-20T13:09:00.001-08:002017-02-20T13:09:40.809-08:00A Poem for my Mother - 'Drunk with Grief" <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7NzudgtW4M/WKtamjLu_JI/AAAAAAAAD4A/r5v0FhDptWou1vhUGJcDmUNDn6kKNzpOACK4B/s1600/Mother%2BPoem%2B.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7NzudgtW4M/WKtamjLu_JI/AAAAAAAAD4A/r5v0FhDptWou1vhUGJcDmUNDn6kKNzpOACK4B/s1600/Mother%2BPoem%2B.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-55028016354740279742017-02-18T16:29:00.000-08:002017-02-18T16:35:35.043-08:00Gym Time! <span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caHufsq2VC8/WKjoNo704hI/AAAAAAAAD3s/D1aTDeEM-NAeQBuwE7CN7DHindveFdvYACK4B/s1600/o-GYM-WORK-OUT-facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caHufsq2VC8/WKjoNo704hI/AAAAAAAAD3s/D1aTDeEM-NAeQBuwE7CN7DHindveFdvYACK4B/s640/o-GYM-WORK-OUT-facebook.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times", "times new roman", serif;">I </span></span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: times, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: large;">recently joined the gym which is great as I'm not really drinking so its good to get some kicks some how. Whenever I go to the gym most days I think of Bukowski and how he would've liked going to such a place and all the things he could have written about it, Hemingway too. Yet these two writers were more interested in getting blind drunk, gambling on horses and deep sea fishing and bull fighting (all great options laughs). However, what both authors stressed simmilarly was the neccesisty to have an expert knowledge of whatever subject you write about and love what you choose to write about more than anything else or something that consumes your life, like work and leisure.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Some days I walk into the gym with that underlining feeling of getting ready to put my body to a brutal test. Endorphins and adrenaline flood my body before I've even start working out. Just standing in the air-conditioned room is a beautiful experience. A gym is really a room of self-improvement that is a unique thing in our modern society. It's also a nice change from gigs and bars and things that can be rather destructive. As I look around the modest room I see other athletes, woman, men young and even elderly citizens pumping iron thrashing treadmills all with the aim of staying fit and having a good time in a sort of masochistic sense haha.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I choose to sign up to the YMCA and not some poncey Les Mills where i've heard they have beautiful machine, stringent contracts and and a plethora of uptight people working out constantly sneering being rude like corporate yuppies have a tendency towards. I have to tell you there is something rather demoralising about working out and having some steroid induced hulk like figure lifting about a bajillion kilos next to you while your slumming on the neophyte levels of about 15-20 kilos on your machine laughs. If you want to humble the ego just sign up to the gym and be prepared to fall to the bottom of the food chain like a piece of plankton. Thankfully when you join up with a kind community orientated gym their are people of all shapes and sizes working out. You have people really overweight doing their best to slim down and become more healthier and they are a real inspiration to me. I think if you're struggling with your weight you should be allowed to go to the gym for free. In Japan I believe it's actually illegal to be fat haha imagine that the state watching your waistline, thats a worry.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">One time it was rather funny, there was a rather fat man who though rather large looked strong and was trying to lose some pounds. That in itself wasn't memorable, it was the fact that he was working out with his girlfriend or wife and to encourage him doing his sporadic reps on the leg machine she had positioned a box in front of his machine and was doing squats in front of him for an added bit of encouragement which made me laugh inside and slightly envious haha. The irony was also the fact that the girlfriend was fit as a fiddle which made the situation even more absurd than it should have been. I could also tell the man's heart wasn't really pumped about getting fit. He had that sort of lazy personality and seemed to be feeling the pressure and being slightly forced into working out, maybe as means not to lose his girlfriend! There was no sign from his that he was aiming to improve his health of his own accord, obviously I could be very wrong. Regardless of motivation the man reminded me of Aristotelian virtue ethics and how one should really abstain from doing the right thing if you don't willingly want to do it for its own sake. One should love the means not the end as one becomes virtuous and lives a better happy life. If you don't like working out don't do it, as this opens the door in the future for actually really wanting to work out!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I also stumbled across a great quote from Aristotle that said; <i>'people of a virtuous disposition and character are not usually subjected to great change over the course of ones life' </i>(paraphrased). So if you are are a good person and fall into bad ways or problems, usually you can dig deep within yourself and find the good person your bedrock and rebuild yourself in a more virtuous and happy healthier way, all you need is the will to become the beautiful person you can be,. Like fighting addiction you simply have to choose and strive towards being healthy everyday, while enjoying the process and dis-regarding the ends and whether you succeed or fail. Nietzsche also once said its the people that don't lust after the great accolades of society that in the end achieve greatness on an exceptional scale and not the ones who want things for shallow or empty reasons like fame, money or adoration. For the vacous mentioned things in themselves are not enough to motivate one to become virtuous and strive for human perfection and self-improvement. True selfishness can produce remarkable things but perhaps nothing of real lasting value or merit <i>"The gifted people are not given something, the opposite is true of them that have something to give back to everyone"</i>.</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-34485024487864534082017-02-18T15:52:00.000-08:002017-02-18T15:52:59.206-08:00An Alternative Ending to Eugene Onegin <div style="line-height: normal;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-48299061961441064412017-02-18T15:48:00.001-08:002017-02-18T15:48:43.435-08:00<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Mosquitos fly over me like lethal dive-bombers<br />I'm the moving target<br />Their aim is deadly accurate<br />Aiming for the prime targets of my fleshy legs or arms full of rich addictive blood<br />My saving grace is their loud humming <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />That gives away their precarious position like a snapped twig ringing out eliminating silence<br />Methodically i squash the flying insects with their transparent flimsy wings A well placed swat almost collides causing a concussed bug to fall to the ground<br />Faster than a spitfire shot down behind enemy lines<br />Only with the power to end this miniscule life and cause him to go tumbling into the next<br />Does my conscious attack me like friendly fire<br />Ashamed I pray for his recovery and future pilgrimage of blood that is less sweet than mine</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-50893745278009449142017-02-17T21:38:00.000-08:002017-02-17T21:38:04.400-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cp4LzmbSYKU/WKfdksHHLxI/AAAAAAAAD3M/RzKVUN-nJBcPfyrTw4XmlIUyspH8poMpgCK4B/s1600/moss%2Bbutterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cp4LzmbSYKU/WKfdksHHLxI/AAAAAAAAD3M/RzKVUN-nJBcPfyrTw4XmlIUyspH8poMpgCK4B/s1600/moss%2Bbutterfly.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mY4BhnZGvHE/WKfdkZ08FjI/AAAAAAAAD3E/qDWcQ0nSuIw87hwnu0KTUTrOYHURUopDgCK4B/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mY4BhnZGvHE/WKfdkZ08FjI/AAAAAAAAD3E/qDWcQ0nSuIw87hwnu0KTUTrOYHURUopDgCK4B/s1600/heart.jpg" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-45719728572433056132017-02-15T03:07:00.001-08:002017-02-15T03:10:10.690-08:00My first introduction to the work of Byron - 'She Walks in Beauty' <span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">According to wikipedia Byron the poet/writer was the first rock star celeb.<br />Apparently the public of his time suffered from Byronmania haha.<br />His name at birth was George Gordon Byron. He arrived on the<br />22 January 1788 in London, England. All I know is this man could write. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Check out one of his most famous poems below that he wrote about his </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">cousins widow dressed in black while attending a fancy ball.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">Apparently Nietzsche was also a fan of Byron and his idea of the superman</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">stems from Byron and his byronic hero that figures heavily in his written works.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Melancholy waves of sadness rolled over me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The pretty girl with blue eyes went on staring blankly into the computer screen </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I asked her out to no avail although we chatted </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She said she didn't like boat parties </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">they just weren't her thing </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">oh well another polite rejection </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">when I looked up deep into her eyes </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I saw she was almost tempted to say yes </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to take a chance on a menace of a man</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">i would've been so happy if she did </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you know say yes </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But in the end she didn't </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">i quickly excused myself </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">so i could hyperventilate in private </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in the library bathroom before regaining my composure </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and the remnants of my self-esteem</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thankfully I didn't feel to bad, happy even!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Try as I may and i did try i couldn't for the life of me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">wrestle the beloved from the lofty windswept heights of adoration </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I thought how lonely it must be for her </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Up so high looking down on us mere mortals </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">with our creaking limbs and flawed personalities </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I decided to go for a walk to shake </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">off my feelings of mild despair and existential angst </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not long into my pointless wandering </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I felt deeply depressed </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It wasn't the girls fault she was ever so tender at saying</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No... to me It was just my natural dissposition </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In a way I was glad I wouldn't have to inflict myself on her</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like a mad juggler grasping at straws to entertain her on a mad tug boat </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">what a bloody disaster of a thought</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Perhaps why it stung so badly but only for mere seconds was </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">because it felt like my very spirit not to mention my decrepit body</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">had been weighed, judged and simply dismissed as superflourous </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With the ease of a seasoned bureaucrat she continued typing </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">after our exchange</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While I gasped for oxygen in a room with no sound</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Then quickly resolved to buy some new sandals </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To take my mind off my triumphant failure </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">As my feet sometimes do get sweaty laughs</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyway at least I wasn't a coward or lacking a man's backbone </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And she was so close to saying yes I could feel it </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on the tip of her serpents tongue </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I would've died of happiness </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">had she uttered those sweet perfumed words </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As i left her in peace to continue the secure monotony of her work </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">marketing or something rather boring </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She flicked her hair out with both hands</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I laughed to myself perhaps I disgusted her </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh how the lover usually has that sort of feeling </span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">on the beloved </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005398480658611516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728785722358999577.post-76620801506605401102017-02-14T00:43:00.000-08:002017-02-14T00:43:09.361-08:00Merk at the Winecellar - 2017 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My friend and I rolled up late to the gig at the Winecellar. We paid our door charge and then quickly a young man scribbled the name of a band on each of our hands. I was labelled a Bozo laughs. My friend Azriel and I bounded through the narrow doorway and then crashed to a halt drinks in hand as the sweaty tall crowd barred most of the gig we came to see. People were crammed into nooks and crannies filling up the newly renovated room of the wine cellar. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A nostalgic pang nudged me forward as I realised for all intents and purposes that this winecellar before my eyes was not the original but a simulacrum or version 2.0. Long gone were the mouldy couches and decrepit furnishings even the ceiling of the venue seemed to slouch less like an old fat mans tummy who has discovered the virtues of a good trusty belt to keep his overflowing gut under wraps. I also hazily seemed to recall carpets in winecellar but that could be mind playing tricks on me. Whatever it is this new place seemed considerably less homely and instead more vibrant and awake ready built for gigs and entertainment of a less sleepy nature. For to be fair in the past there were a lot more acoustic gigs in the previous reincarnation of the wine cellar. But now it seemed the midnight country crooners had fell out of favour and instead bands reigned supreme which is all good in my book. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Getting back to why I was even there for I cast my vision to the centre of the stage at the far end of the room where I spotted Merk on guitar, Fazerdaze on bass, someone who I think is Neil Finn's younger son on drums (although I could be completely wrong) and a curly headed man with fingers dancing up and down millions of piano keys. The ramshackle bunch of musicians were all silhouetted on stage by cheap manual overhead projectors, the ones with lightbulbs inside them that they use to use at school when I was in primary. Like before the invention of computers as we know them laughs. Huddled round the projector were two girls with dark hair who looked rather tall pouring cooking oil on a see-through plastic tray and scraping it around with a piece of plastic so they could make funny shapes and textures that were in turn lashed onto the barren walls by the two projectors creating instant mind-bending ambiance. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With all this going on Merk's music seemed to come alive as did the whole band who were all laughing and grinning as they jumped from one song to the next with the odd bit of banter in-between. What I really like about the sound of the music set was firstly the tone of the drums which sounded excellent and larger than life in many parts due to the expert talent of the metronomic drummer. Indeed the band as a whole all seemed very precise and well rehearsed making it a pleasure to listen too. The bass guitar played by Amelia was like a chunky fat little child struggling to be pushed up a great big hill by a petite mother gripping onto her wayward pram for dear life. While Merk pounced around like a black panther in the middle of the stage overflowing with equal measures of happiness (that comes from within from what I have read) and joy (that comes from without or outside). </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was fun to see the bands ringleader dash from instrument to instrument smiling and laughing with a theatrical jib or joke thrown in to catch the baited audience off guard. One of the most memorable parts of the show for me was when Merk looked to be standing high up on something maybe a box playing a simple yet eye watering guitar lead in a crashing crescendo of a song while simultaneously looking around the crowded room with piercing eyes. To me it looked like he was trying to ascertain whether anyone was aware of how simple and easy what he was playing on the guitar was to play. And perhaps if given half a minute any one from the audience would've been able to play what he was doing and usurp him. Then again I could be completely wrong and he could've just been struggling for air and hot up on stage while nearing the end of his set.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My favourite highlight from the show in hindsight was when Merk and his band collaborated with the crowd at the wine cellar choosing a chord structure by throwing jacky sacks into hoops or trash cans or something to that affect. With the chords on the wall I think he pulled up some lyrics and recited them over the music, but maybe he came up with them on the spot I'm not sure? Anyway I really enjoyed the song this song that was sweet and crusiey that Az and I were loosely a part of helping create. After the jingly song ended Merk was gracious enough to state to all of us in attendance <i>"that everyone will be getting a fair-share of the Apra royalties from that song!"</i> laughs.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love – By a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker. – By Author Unknown</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The very first person you think about when you wake up that’s who your heart belongs to.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love is like an hour glass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties. – By Jules Renord</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love is metaphysical gravity. – By R. Buckminster Fuller</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love is when you can be your true self with someone, and you only want to be</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren’t even there before. – By Mignon McLaughlin, The </span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. – By Ingrid Bergman</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. – By Francois Duc de La Rochefoucauld</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You have touched my heart in so many ways with your gentle tenderness, I am lost forever in your love. – By Shae Lynn</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Without Valentine’s Day, February would be… well, January. – By Jim Gaffigan</span></div>
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<span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-style: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Edited">A painting of Eugene Onegin from Pushkin's novel in verse one of the most famous works of Russian literature. Eugene above slandered love and hurt sweet Tatyana a woman late to be married who patiently waited for the love of her life to arrive. For time she was convinced Eugene was the one. In the end being an aristocrat she was forced to marry and found happiness of a kind with and older loving husband. Eugene by contrast was eventually shrugged off by Tatyana the woman who at one time had loved him madly to which he detested her passion. It was only much later in life that he came to see Tatyana's vibrant and unique character becoming deeply infatuated by her in the Russian city of Moscow. In the end Eugene was forced to live a lonely and itinerant life desperately trying to outrun his inner demons. Scholars believe the character Eugene symbolises a westernised Russia that inevitably falls into decay producing nothing of worth. Tatyana by contrast is the inward looking Russian figure and nation. She reaffirms her connection with rural and then civic life by looking inward into herself in an act of self-mastery instead of wandering around helplessly for help or guidance from others in the world. The story is a metaphor for how everyone should embrace their past before moving onto conqueror and confront oneself to achieve lasting happiness.</span></h1>
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