“You feel the music needs something but you don’t know what.
So you start searching, fitting, measuring, trying.
Every time you try another angle. And sometimes that’s frustrating,
especially if you don’t come up with something for three days.”
~Beth Gibbons; british singer-songwriter and musician, main lyricist for Portishead.
“Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.”
~’Jerome John’ “Jerry” Garcia; american musician, singer-songwriter and Grateful Dead guitarist.
“A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.”
~’Sir Ahmed’ Salman Rushdie; british-american novelist.
“Meaning is what essence becomes when it is divorced from the object of reference and wedded to the word.”
~Willard ‘Van Orman’ Quine; american philosopher and logician.
“The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim;
he or she has become a threat.”
~James ‘Arthur Jones’ Baldwin; american writer and civil rights activist.
‘…chilling details to imprint fear into youth early enough for us to be led by it as though sacrificial lambs and untenable scapegoats meant for modern ritual slaughter Here houses of the holy drenched in blood are more common than genuine feats of the spectacular made without trickery harvesting our attention and emotional investment soaked through using character development and multiplicity of subplots to hook interests on many layers fleshed out by individual interpretations of the story in phases society progressing civilized… shallow trench through atrocious complication though about as painful as pulling teeth when trying to get past all the civil lies and rot toward genuine epiphanies so rare as stop-motion mutilations whose true progression requires time lapse to perceive when we are so deep within systems obviously overlapping Here…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…as though like closed circuit surveillance proceeding to what vanguard as humans we project overlapping waves of meta sine faith in systems collapsing hoping to resurrect something grand from the mess at our doorsteps carefully hassled by rogue mankind… medicines with the worst intention building up status in crooked structures of social significance are fighting for domesticating dominance utilizing anything to make their point for them trusting imperfect signs threatening everyone without the coherence it demands Here no commentary no commas everything gives the intent of riffing off nature simulation somewhere relative beyond what artificial means and more efficient to an end are we able to gather enough momentum to hate and love anyone as a chore we are not automatically obligated to sustain contain inside ourselves as nuclear puke gods…’
‘…with sickness authoritative and dominating as much domesticating of all creatures Here tensions and pressures permit everything generating conflict while predicting outcomes often playing games without reconciling action breaking habits twisting sentimental features bleaker as patience wears thin becoming spectral layer shrouding the senses from real coping mechanisms working for personal intentions alone as though tapping into that natural chaos shapeshifting mystique inside all of us wanderers freely thinking about everything that crosses our paths conduits to next days and after, blanket chatter idling before irrevocably spent in ways that cash in or buy out individual integrity for conforming to the larger social picture as it is presented to us though the greater synchronicity which we interpret as gods speak to us through symbols…’ – out of Context
out of Context – ‘…as society and civilizations are forced to endure changes never losing the energy using neurosis and psychosis to push through cosmic calibration forcing out any weakness transmitting extensions of validity received negatively, average wisdom becomes suspect street-level nemesis able to catch us off-guard when there are no guardians watching over those surveilled and contained some of us lost amidst multiple directives promoting clarity though wishful spiritualism remains wistful clinging to the cringe fabric of our lifetimes utterly devoid of meaning as another shroud of urine floats on trying to convince us of the magical realism only possible in literature until such times where they do indeed upgrade to save the day hopeful as often tragically mistaken token gestures and sometimes welcome sentiment but usually ants have no answers…’
‘…aplomb bombing countries into dust for which our world finances are so willfully donated no doubts will be allowed to question the dominating regime in offending stages of playing offense defending nothing but paper seams burning up dreams, our sacrifice to the golden of idol warships worshiped because they can destroy us though what fun would be left an estranged beaten heart bleeding when what we are capable of doing to ensure our ability to keep living comes to light liberal love crimes aside revealed by pesky journalists searching for the bottom line of truth whether or not this means wisdom is another interpretation entirely devoid of compassion in spite of an unacceptable narrative infesting us with depression as the normalized symptom of the age demi-urgent technologies pushing to the extremes in points to fearlessness…’ – out of Context