Here's some more.
More Palestinian/Israeli talks - Abbas-Olmert, first time since February. Good luck. Gay and Lesbian Christian group meeting, Action Day for Darfur. Stuff going on, alright.
Howabout in Eugene? EW talks about MXPX playing at Taboo but who cares? Anybody who knows anything will be going for Protest the Hero. Virtuosic, political Canadian metal with pop sensibilities.
Some lyrics to their song "Spoils"
'Endowed with the art of casting names upon its being
The humans claimed dominion over every living thing
Proud as a purpose they became to walk the earth
As they arraigned the common creatures
Caught within the corpus, cursed, conscious human brain...
Language is the heart’s lament
A weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherent
In the search for permanence...'
Let's compare with Plate 11 from Blake's The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects
with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorn-
ing them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains,
lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged &
numerous senses could perceive.
And particularly they studied the genius of each city
& country. placing it under its mental deity.
Till a system was formed, which some took advantage
of & enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to realize or
abstract the mental deities from their objects; thus
began Priesthood.
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounced that the Gods had
orderd such things.
Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human
breast.
My favorite poet, possibly my favorite passage by him, and one of my favorite contemporary bands summing up his thoughts, it seems. Track 31 on my imeem player over there --->
has Turn soonest to the sea by them. A sampling of those lyrics:
'Know we'll all wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains
You'll be asking for your rib and I'll smile and I'll call you brave
Maybe someday when, when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins
And the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read, "No woman is a whore" '
Anyway, so yea.. my incomplete is done and I'm ready to move on with my life. I'll probably be working for Albertson's as a pharmacy technician soon as well.
Love you all.
Some lyrics to their song "Spoils"
'Endowed with the art of casting names upon its being
The humans claimed dominion over every living thing
Proud as a purpose they became to walk the earth
As they arraigned the common creatures
Caught within the corpus, cursed, conscious human brain...
Language is the heart’s lament
A weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherent
In the search for permanence...'
Let's compare with Plate 11 from Blake's The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects
with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorn-
ing them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains,
lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged &
numerous senses could perceive.
And particularly they studied the genius of each city
& country. placing it under its mental deity.
Till a system was formed, which some took advantage
of & enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to realize or
abstract the mental deities from their objects; thus
began Priesthood.
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounced that the Gods had
orderd such things.
Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human
breast.
My favorite poet, possibly my favorite passage by him, and one of my favorite contemporary bands summing up his thoughts, it seems. Track 31 on my imeem player over there --->
has Turn soonest to the sea by them. A sampling of those lyrics:
'Know we'll all wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains
You'll be asking for your rib and I'll smile and I'll call you brave
Maybe someday when, when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins
And the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read, "No woman is a whore" '
Anyway, so yea.. my incomplete is done and I'm ready to move on with my life. I'll probably be working for Albertson's as a pharmacy technician soon as well.
Love you all.
No comments:
Post a Comment