I am back my dear lonesome blog. I have deserted you. Mea Culpa. I have betrayed you for another blog, but I am back now. You shall be whole again ! Let’s start anew! I have missed you… but life dragged me here and there… Since “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step,” let’s take another step, a new step. I will be nice, I will tell you tales, wonderous, extraordinary tales of love, men and fallen gods. We will meet the mysterious, hidden, forgotten heroes of our times; people who dare to wake up every morning. Yeah, people who wake up under the same cheesy sky, half alive or whatsnot, and go about their day without harming anyone in their way.
Hurray to the half alive, the one-step-to-becoming-a-zombie, the braniac, the mad, the zen master, the enlightned, the pacifist, the fully alive, the hated/despised, the hopeful, the pregnant, the naive, the ascetic, the orphan, … and all those who woke up today, took another step ( toward the bleak/joyful/fill-in-the blanks journey called life) and did not stamp on, crush or tear apart someone else’s soul.
I wish I had lofty words to describe how great this show is. It’s of galactic proportions! There is the doctor (favorite Doctor is David Tennant) a mysterious alien, and time lord from the planet Gallifrey. He travels in a time machine of the form of a police blue box called Tardis (“smaller outside but bigger in the inside”) with a human companion (usually a pretty woman- like Rose Tyler, Martha Jones) and together they explore different galaxies, travel through time, meet different aliens, encounter dangerous situations (that’s when the doctor gets to use his supersonic screwdriver) and pretty much save lives (well, at least when it doesn’t mess with the time lines). I definitely recommend this series, it is a fun adventure !
Dr who: New Season Trailer (with Donna Noble as the new companion)
“I’m the ghost of Patti Smith”, she said. She was a ghost alright washed away on the side street of a bleak city.
“How’s it going my dear friend?” I asked
“Great, sweetheart…”she took a puff on the cigarette and said “the wind is soft tonight…”
It was a breezy night, warm, sorrowful and Patti Smith is alive somewhere in a city I don’t live.
But there was the ghost, similar in looks, gazing at me with half a smile.
“You’re just like the rest of them, thinking all wrong… “,she paused for a while, and slowly said
“I heard you live in the world zoo. I heard you jive with the crowd. What’s the matter with you?”
“What can I say? you do live and learn how to like a cage with a view” I replied with a slight shrug.
How could I explain to the ghost, the jealous moon, the sons and daughters swallowing bile like they got tired of good old soup.
The night was too thick and too sharp.
Instead I walked a thousand miles through the darkness behind I left the ghost and the nightly blues
but I found the ghost at my doorstep.
She smiled this humanly sad smile, and said :” look around…”
The wind had switched direction.
She shook her head and said “Oh my darling one, don’t you know I’m all you’ve got.”
I opened the door and let her in…
by freakynewchild
Music video of the day: Who else if not Patti Smith?
I’m not in the world. The world rubs me the wrong way. I’ll tell you the story of how I gave up on the world. I was nine going ten, and even though the world was not my oyster, I was going to work on becoming a pearl. I had the enthusiasm of the untainted youth which knows only one avenue in the end, that is to crash and burn. Mickey mouse was my hero, and Elisa my best friend. Friendships at that age are more valuable than gold; they are woven around little secrets, silly confessions, continual giggling, toys and games. Elisa, a sweet, plump little thing not only shared my likings but she also was my protector on the school ground. I was the scrawny kid no one likes; too quiet, unsmiling, and aloof to be cute. After school, Elisa and I would watch Mickey mouse on TV at my place. We were neighbors, and every morning we would walk together to school which was only a few minutes from where we lived. One morning, Elisa showed me a tiny puncture wound on her thumb; she said that Mickey mouse had bitten her while she was sleeping. The sneaky beast to avoid getting caught blew air as it bit her. However at that time I didn’t quite believe that Mickey mouse was capable of such treachery. Two mornings later, she stayed home seek, bedridden, and feverish. That day when I came back from school, she had been take to the hospital. A day later, she died and I have been learning all about sadness since.
Childhood sadness wears Elisa’s face, and for that I’ve let it linger. But it has got to stop. All this movement, all this noise closing on me like the grasp of a mother- never letting go. In my night dreams, I save her, I hold her hand and we run together, under my layered dream we run together and she is safe there. But then comes the dawn, lights filter through the curtains and I remember what it is and what cannot be.
By freakynewchild
Quote of the day: “What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.” (Rimbaud)
They are erecting the wall to keep the stranger out, they’re building it now. I better be ready to disappear in the mass, acquire the cool gloom. When a walk becomes a staggering through space, a soul though colorful in the modern winter, must learn the way of lonely creatures of the night, how they strive to crawl underneath shadows making themselves unseen, unnoticeable… yup, these are my thoughts tonight, becoming invisible, how I dreamed of it as kid! Ahhh I still do, you know, dream of walking alone in the dark, listening to the night’s heartbeat, sitting on a bridge in a city somewhere without fearing my own shadow, or the creep behind my back, or some well meaning soul trying to save me and save me he/she/it will even if I had not intention of jumping (but then again who am I to stand in the way of a hero?)
That said, some people we wish were invisible till time swallows them up and like that we wouldn’t have to deal with them, and others we’re glad they’re there for our eyes to uphold, and feast upon whatever they have going on. Tonight, one visual delight is on my mind, he is to the world (at least mine) what a puff creme is to a pastry-craving fiend. But more than the looks, he’s got the talent. Some of you may already know that one simply cannot rely on creme puffs as the sole source of nutrients (if you doubt me, well give it a go, but when you swell up to the heavens and diabetes is down flirting with you,don’t say I didn’t warn you). As you may guessed from the title, Miyavi is the talent in the question. He’s a Japanese rocker with awesome guitar skills, and even the great Shakespeare himself foresaw his coming for he wrote in “the two gentle men of Verona”:
“What light is light, if Miyavi be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Miyavi be not by?
Unless it be to think that he is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Miyavi in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Miyavi in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;”
Shakespeare, what a true visionary !
I don’t think there is more that needs to be said about Miyavi, I mean Shakespeare wrote it all and it’s not like I can top that, but I can link some youtube videos of Miyavi’smusic. Check them out, and let me know what you think.
I’m freakynewchild and I had the pleasure of your visit. Before you go, check out my “love potion”; it’s an elixir I’ve been working on and soon coming to the stores near you. Thanks & Do come by again sometimes.
It is a cloudy, damp Saturday, and I’m listening to the album Grace (one of my favorite albums); I’m a huge fan of Jeff Buckley. For those of you who have yet to discover him, I’m a bit envious… the first time I listened to him, he rocked my world side wise/ up down; No beating heart could erase the trace of such a man.
A great artist; A man whose haunting voice could make anyone weep, laugh and dance in both sorrow and joy. I’m not raising him up on a pedestal, that would be pure laziness, but I’m glad for his time on earth no matter how short; his transcendental music, mystical&powerful voice, and his magnetic, touching persona live on and will continue to rock my boat…
Did you listen to the clip above? How amazing is he? his rendition of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” song gives me chills…
On another note, one of my favorite films is Orlando for a thousand of reasons I can’t quite articulate. It is I guess something you have to see for yourself and doesn’t need words to define it (words can be too awkward and restrictive) but there is a phrase in the movie that resonated in me, the moment when Queen Elizabeth I tells Orlando the one condition under which she grants him the royal estate; the condition being : “Do not fade. Do not wither. Do not grow old. “
It is a universal plague this need to make ones life relevant. The desire to claim one’s passage on earth, this unbearably short moment, and mark it as one’s own and no one’s else. In the “last thoughts on Woody Guthrie” by Bob Dylan, there is this bit I liked, it knocks my socks off each time I read it. I hope you dig it as well, here it goes:
“On this road I’m walkin’, on this trail I’m turnin’
On this curve I’m hanging
On this pathway I’m strolling, in the space I’m taking
In this air I’m inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I’m playing, on this banjo I’m frailin’
On this mandolin I’m strummin’, in the song I’m singin’
In the tune I’m hummin’, in the words I’m writin’
In the words that I’m thinkin’
In this ocean of hours I’m all the time drinkin’
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they’re around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
“Cause sometimes you hear’em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it’s something special you’re needin’
And you know that there’s no drug that’ll do for the healin’
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin’ train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That’s been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don’t bar no race
That won’t laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin’ long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it’s you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you’re sitting”
…So we meet for the first time. Hello and welcome. I’m not sure how amidst the zillion pages, you’ve managed to find me but I’m glad you did. Be it fate or coincidence, our “internetic” lives have somehow intersected! Do not get weirded out (not yet anyways), what I mean is that I created this blog to share ideas, opinions, random thoughts with people I might otherwise never meet. I hope to wander with you to different floors of a conceptualized world in an atmosphere of delirious fun, excitement, and openness. We will travel light but with our wits about us, unbounded and ready for the unexpected. On this floor, and the ones to come we will not debase this medium of speech by using it as a platform where we elevate ourselves to better spit on others and spew our darkness into the world.
peace out,
by freakynewchild
Note: So that we’re clear, especially for some of you who are overly suspicious, or slightly paranoid…, the use of “we” in my comment does not indicate my underlying, latent wishes to indoctrinate you, subjugate you or use you.
