Growing till crescendo
It’s consuming more and more
It cannot see beyond its window
It ignores all open doors
It’s been climbing towards an apex
Since it crawled up from the shores
Adherent first, then master next
Then driven to explore
It evolves as it ingests
It learns to see in metaphor
Exploration turns conquest
Its survival becomes a war
A parasite that kills its host
Yet it assumes it will endure
Matricidal, yet it boasts
Of how its intentions are pure
By killing life, it kills itself
Revealing its own inner flaw
By killing life, it kills itself
Revealing its own inner flaw
Touch upon the fabric
Tight knitted from the corpse
Of a god whose fingers weaved
The breath of life then set its course
Lungs of trees that breathe and birth
The breath of those that need its force
They kill those beings and kill their dreams
Then seek another source
They chop the flesh of kings that speak
With sunlight through their leaves
They poison their own air and think
That’s just the thing they need
They feel the loss but ignore the pain
And they plain refuse to grieve
They look to the stars instead and dream
Of what they can achieve by being thieves
By killing life, they kill themselves
Revealing their own inner flaws
By killing life, they kill themselves
Revealing their own inner flaws
He raised his hand and cursed the land
He applies his mind to destruction
He understands that he is man
And prone to pure corruption
He plants his seeds and from the surface bursts
Man-made constructions
That crumble just like any vision made real
Through man’s induction
Life interrupted
Death intervened
On behalf of assumptions
That he is the king
Of the land
Of the seas
Of the grass
And the trees
Of the Heavens and Earths
But his existence is perverse
He commits treason by his birth
And thinks the reason is his worth
By killing life, he kills himself
Revealing his own inner flaws
By killing life, he kills himself
Revealing his own inner flaws
Regal and sensual she strides through my rest
Eternal and forever and a day and my wish
Please grant me forever to savor your kiss
Level upon level of depth in your touch
Yesterday is today and tomorrow is us
Future is now when me and you fuss
Or when me and you crush upon rose petaled lust
Reward is your smile like the sky in the dawn
You win me with wiles and I drown in your storms
O goddess I read through the lines of your psalms
Under your skies I recite In your calm
I was always a fan of Daria. As an angsty, somewhat intelligent, pessimistic teen, she really spoke to me. But this isn’t about that. It’s about that awesome theme song that kicked off each episode.
The song was written and performed by a female grunge group called Splendora. They only ever dropped one album back in 1995, but the Amazon reviews for it all agree it was excellent. The theme song itself, You’re Standing on My Neck, does a good job of outlining the finer, more subtle points of the show itself.
Lyrics to the Daria Theme Song
Artist: Splendora Song: You’re Standing on My Neck | Daria Theme Album: In The Grass [Check Out Their CD]
la la la la la This is my stop Got to get off I may go pop Excuse me,
Excuse me
I’ve got to be direct la la la If I’m off, please correct la la la
You’re standing on my neck
Look right through me Say I’m gloomy Well so sue me Excuse me,
excuse me
I’ve got to be direct la la la It’s like a big train wreck la la la Your standing on my neck la la la Your standing on my neck la la la Your standing
Nothing is like I planned it So funny I can’t stand it Wish I was made of granite I must be on another planet
la la la la la la la la la la
This is my stop I’ve got to get off I may go pop Excuse me,
excuse me
I’ve got to be direct la la la If I’m off, please correct la la la Your standing on my neck la la la You standing on my neck la la Your standing on my neck
Note: This is an unfinished list of movies I think should be seen, at least once. It’s from 2008 and I’ll probably never finish it. There are just too many to list, and I’m much, much too lazy. But, I leave it here for completeness sake. Enjoy
You need to see these movies! If you haven’t seen at least 50% of the movies on this list then you are an uncultured savage!
Some of these movies are just guilty pleasures of mine (e.g., Bill and Ted), and some are movies that move my mind in ways I can’t quite describe (e.g., Children of Men).
All these movies deserve to be seen at least once…just because. I mean, there are so many movies now that one person cannot see them all in a lifetime. So, here is a list you can use to find something entertaining on a whim.
Here is the list in no particular order:
Movies You Need to See At Least Once
I started, but didn’t finish, putting these into categories. The rest of the list will start after the categories
Fantasy Movies
Mirrormask – A pure piece of fantasy – Neil Gaiman
Pan’s Labyrinth – Dark fantasy – Alice in a not so wonderful land
This list is incredibly subjective and tuned to my personal tastes. Some things the majority considers as classic or must-see, I might not care for or think you should check out. For example, some people may have noticed I didn’t include Scarface or any of the Star Wars.
Remember, this list isn’t done yet. And probably never will be. If you have some suggestions, let me know!
The question constantly comes up: Can you consider rap music as “real music”?
The silliness of this question borders on straight absurdity. Of course it’s real music. Not only by straight definition (which, according to Dictionary.com’s unabridged dictionary is “an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.”1), but also by its very being; its essence. How could you deny that it’s music? That’s akin to seeing a person’s eye but saying it’s a nose. Absurd.
Why Some People Do Not Think Rap Music Is Music
I do understand and can appreciate most of the concerns that people have about rap music. It’s true that some of it is very violent and some of it, at least in my opinion, is just a bit juvenile and meaningless. But what genre doesn’t have songs that amount to fluff? What genre of music doesn’t have violent songs, and supercilious songs, and songs that exist to no purpose?
I’m not going to back the old standby about how the artist lived this type of life or that type of life, and so that’s what their music is about. Even though I know firsthand that oft-repeated line is absolutely true in many cases. But think about this: when a group of once nerdy teenagers get together and form a death metal band that grows into enormous success, no one seems to cry about how “that’s not real music,” or “It’s too violent and sends the wrong message.”
Nothing against death metal (I even like some), and I’m not trying to pull the race card (although that’s an important aspect). I’m trying to illustrate an example. Those nerdy white boys most likely did not live the lives they portray through their harsh metal guitar riffs and dark bloody lyrics. They are trying to convey a message. They are trying to either show you what they see when they look around, or show you what they see when they close their eyes.
And you know what? There are a group of like-minded individuals that want to see what they see; that understands, or thinks they understand, what these guys (or girls) are trying to convey. But at the same time there are others that don’t want to see it and can’t understand it. That’s fine. You know what those people do? They don’t listen. They find music that suits their tastes and their vision.
If You Don’t Like Rap Music
What I’m trying to suggest here is this: If you don’t like the music, then you shouldn’t listen to it. There is no reason to attack a specific genre of music or a specific style of music (unless you listen to that style or genre and don’t like what’s becoming of it). If you don’t like it, don’t try to discredit it by saying that it isn’t what it is, when you know full well that it IS what it IS. This is music. More importantly, this is rap music.
Do you know what that means? This is poetry, recorded and listened to. And like Orson Scott Card says,
“…people do hunger for rhythmic language. Anyone who doubts me on that has only to look at Rap. Once verse was almost completely dead in public life, it reinvented itself; and if most of Rap is awful, it’s worth remembering that most serious poetry is awful, too. Gems are rare in any art.”2
It’s true that unlike other genres of music, most of rap does not use live instrumentation, but that fact does not make the genre invalid as music. The beats that we hear are predominately made by machinery which are, in and of themselves, instruments. An instrument is defined as “1. A means by which something is done,” and more specifically in this case “5. A device for playing or producing music.”3
Rap Music IS Music, and It Has Its Own Genres
With that being said, rap music is indeed…music. You can slice it and dice it if you want. There are now as many sub-genres of rap music as there is for rock and other styles. What most people hear on the radio is mostly the pop aspect of rap music; right along with the pop rock, the pop country, and the pop everything else. This genre is just as susceptible to pop/monetary influence as any other is. I see nothing wrong with that. People like pop music, that’s why it’s called pop. It’s short for “popular,” if you didn’t already know.
If you don’t want to hear any of that, you can easily find rap music that talks about other things. Uplifting rap music, political rap music, Christian rap music, rap/rock music, hip-hop music (yes there is a nicely subtle difference between the two, rap is only an element of hip hop).
You can get your overly lyrical scientifical metaphysical Canibus fix. You can get your witty/serious thought-provoking philosophy/history lessons from “The Waterproof MC” Ras Kass. And these are all “old” artists. There’s a ton of young people doing it with just as many differences in styles and approaches.
Almost all rappers can give you a nice autobiography if you want to hear about where they come from, how they were raised, how they lived, etc. You already know where to look if you want to shake your ass; that’s all you really hear on the radio, and ain’t nothing wrong with that.
Understand Where Rap Music Comes From
Always remember that rap music roots sink into the fertile soil of Jamaican reggae. The fundamental idea came from there. And from there it came from West Africa among other places. What Kool Herc and the other early pioneers of this genre did is now famous. Rap is fairly new; its creators are still living. If you really want to know why it can’t be considered anything but music, if you really want to know why it is what it is, if you would care to understand what it can do and is doing, then I would suggest you study its history. See what it is that made/makes this genre what it is. I’m talking about rap music, hip hop culture, scratching, break dancing, emceeing, graffiti (arguably), lyrics, black people, poverty, pure poetry all of it.
“She told pretty Marie Laveau that the words did not matter, only the tunes and the beats, and there, singing and tapping in the blacksnakes, in the swamp, she has an odd vision. She sees the beats of the songs, the Calinda beat, the Bamboula beat, all the rhythms of equatorial Africa spreading slowly across this midnight land until the whole country shivers and swings to the beats of the old gods whose realms she had left. And even that, she understands somehow, in the swamp, even that will not be enough.” – from American Gods by Neil Gaiman
21 Aug 2008
0 CommentsOn Love (Refrain)
This poem is a refrain (so to speak) of “On Love“
On Love (Refrain)
Oft-quoted poet
You can have those summer days
I cherish the darkness, the secrecy
Of a black-blue night
When you can see right through
Light’s absence
Eyes reflecting eyes
Reflecting eyes
To one who asked how
Could forever be in a glance
Gift-wrapped soul
Ribbons of silver and black
For you
Unlike harmonizing angels
And the basic nature of god itself
More like raucous
Sometimes annoying
Your laugh
I would not trade
For beads or lands
Never a part without the whole
Struggling to be deeper
Than ancient minds
Or blood diamond mines
Trying to express
What I already understand
Calling the essence
Of what makes me a man
Wrap and trap the universe
Into a locket
Gently clasped
By somewhat nervous hands
Around your neck
Noose of forever
Pardon platitude
We die
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