Saturday, January 12, 2013

Bazan


Lovely
Lovely music
Bells are ringing while the drums
The sweet voice of the strings
all I want to do is sing

Moods of blue mixed with far off lands
shimmering lights of Parisian streets

The deaf boys walk alone
a lonely path, along the
banks

Festivities at high tide
lost in silent masses
the boys stumble
Clouds once pure once full of dreams
loom ominous dark and crawling
suffocate the blood streams

all the while the bells are ringing
I dance in the street
and taste the singing

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Monday, February 20, 2012

Beyond the Clouds

Some days sparks fly and thoughts bloom in your head like a view through the universe. Those are the days that you need to take hold of with a lasso and hang on for dear life. But it's only through the dedication of sticking to it every other day that you have the strength of mind to wrestle those beautiful technicolor amusements into place so that they take you into the lands of fantasy and the clear sky beyond the clouds

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Young St Nick


edited study of a Petar Meseldžija drawing
Merry Christmas

Friday, July 1, 2011

Joy

意乐

Joy is a strange word. Surpassing happiness to be a deep feeling or condition of happiness or contentment. Does it take a lot of work to have joy? Is it something you can work for, or is it a natural by product of of an attitude? Do outside circumstances affect joy? Should they? Seeing beauty, or affection for a child. Connecting with loved ones or talking about how much a person means to you. Those are all filled with joy.

Two little earrings sitting on my desk represent my joy. And yet my greatest sorrow.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Belle Morte

Recently my belle asked me to find a picture that best represents her. I was really confused as to what that meant and how or where to even start. What does that mean, find a picture that best represents someone? I picture her. And all the feelings that accompany the expanse of memories that have been built up over each moment spent together. So where in the world am I supposed to get a picture that signifies all that? Maybe I'm just too literal. A book, a book. She likes to read, & power. The power of a book, persuasion. A story leads the reader through the jungles of the author's desires, hope and dreams, or criticisms. Why books? Aren't they too literal also?

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Entzauberung der Welt


The Disenchantment of the World

Max Weber was the foremost sociologist at the turn of the 20th century. He devised the term Entzauberung der Welt or the Disenchantment of the World. The best way that I can explain it is in relation to children's bubbles. Or maybe it would be better to use comfort-zone. A person has a bubble shaped comfort-zone that they like to keep intact. When another person comes into that comfort-zone the bubble has pressure put on it and in some cases the bubble can burst. A person whose comfort bubble has burst may have an outburst and start yelling at whomever was agitating their space. Or maybe they just need to go find some time alone for awhile giving time for the bubble to grow again. Now people are quite more resilient than a child's toy bubble so the bursting is only temporary eventually growing back.

What does this look like in society? If you imagine a society as an organism it has it's own beliefs: cosmology, religion, culture, values, morals. The acceptable behavior that has run through the roots of the society is ingrained in each member from generation to generation as people must conform to the society to be a successful part. As another society's bubble comes in contact with the initial society the boundaries are forced to bend and shift . These boundaries are the answers to the questions of the universe. Why is the sky blue, why does the earth turn, why do we eat with forks and knives or why do we shake hands. Many times members of societies never have to think about why these things are and just accept them as way of life, but as other societies with other ways of life are introduced people are forced to question things that were previously written in stone, engraved in their roots. After the industrial revolution and as a result of the mass exodus from rural to urban cities, many various cultures ended up in close proximity with one another. Urban areas like London and New York are great examples of cites that force people into Entzauberung die Welt.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Gatekeeper got an Oilchange


It's official. I have lost my brain.

Moving can do a real number on a person, especially when your daily habits are forced to change. I used to drive 45 min to work everyday, which meant 45 min home, too. Now that's a lot of time to do a lot of thinking. Now I have a short walk to work so all I have to do is get up brush my teeth and walk out the door (I may or may not take care of other bathroom business too >_<). Anyway, I haven't had much time just to zone out and let the lull of the road take me into that magical world of thought for the last few weeks now and I'm starting to feel a little lost. Crazy how that is, when you don't have time to lose yourself, you get lost. You would think with living closer to work you would have more time to spend relaxing, but now I just have to be more proactive in planning time to myself (away from a screened device).

Conclusion: Bike rides!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

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