| A Little Something |
[Sep. 11th, 2004|02:41 pm] |
A few weeks ago a friend of mine asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I told him "lots of stuff, but what I really want to do is make a great album". That was a cop-out.
I believe that the old system is failing us. It's become acceptable and even normal for us to be complacent, to allow suffering, and to promote it. It's obvious we don't care enough for any life other than our own, because we allow certain atrocities to be committed in the name of money and convenience. We then turn a blind eye to these atrocities out of fear of not being accepted or fear of losing our liberties (read: conveniences). The majority of our brothers and sisters continue to support companies and politicians that have little to no care for the common person, their concerns, and our environment. I can't fault them for this, though, because the newspapers and magazines they read are filled with useless and superficial information, information that barely pertains to what we really should be concerned with. While this continues, the amount of waste we create is staggering and new businesses pop up every day with absolutely no care for changing this paradigm or being progressive. I could go on and on about the wool that is being pulled over your eyes, but I'll save that for a later entry.
I believe we are here in this time and place to change this attitude and that we need to use what we have (our limbs, our ears, our eyes, our voices, our thoughts, our ideas) to make it happen. This is the great work of mankind as a whole. This is what the real human race is all about. This is where we are going. And for you Americans, this is the true American Dream. So, here's what I want to do with my life: help save myself, the earth, and it's people. And that's what I'm doing. The rest (the music, the poetry, the art) is a means to reach that end, to express myself, to tell a story, to communicate a feeling, an idea. |
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| Edith Wharton |
[Sep. 10th, 2004|09:59 pm] |
A selection from The Age of Innocence, which I feel shows Wharton's ability to capture a moment so well, including the importance of "the unsaid":
It was not the custom in New York drawing-rooms for a lady to get up and walk away from one gentleman in order to seek the company of another. Etiquette required that she should wait, immovable as an idol, while the men who wished to converse with her succeeded each other at her side. |
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| water waves |
[Aug. 29th, 2004|11:42 pm] |
I wonder if he will like this idea. I want to share with him. Our words are sometimes filled with a mute thought.
Maybe we can steal secrets from our hearts and recite them here, if any other place in the world keeps us bound, to keep our souls from drowning.
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| effect or result |
[Aug. 29th, 2004|11:31 pm] |
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as within the heart
and through the light
so within these walls
and through the darkness
peace and harmony preside
on the inside
and out |
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