Month: Apr 2017
IF EVER THERE WAS A SYMPHONY FOR OUR TIME, it must be the 11th Symphony of Dmitri Shostakovich (1957). I’ve been doing a special study of this work for some time and the more I listen to it and analyse how it captivates the listener, the more I am convinced that it speaks right into the world like a TERRIBLE AND OMINOUS WARNING from a parallel universe. Hardly surprising that an audience member yells out “Arrrrgghh” at the end of this video recording. It is music of great beauty and power, casting a spell over the listener from the very first notes. Please do not click away from this, thinking that classical music (so-called) has nothing to tell you. That would be a mistake. For this symphony is like a contemporary epic film score which takes the listeners/viewers on a journey. To listen to it is to participate in the movie, as the music is all-encompassing and sometimes utterly overwhelming, just as music should be.
My recent journey to the Sun has left me
blind and crippled in my eyes;
but nothing’s wanting in my soul,
wherein a furnace lies.
Who will dare to touch that burning core
and realise that they will want
for nothing more; where nothing’s less
than what has gone before?
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #25: “I’ve Tried”.
This is the first song I’ve written for almost 18 months. Lots of articles and poems but no songs. Too much other music-making going on in 2016 with recording and releasing “The Key” album in Sweden to be writing songs. But now they’re back. Details in the video. Enjoy!
(Click on the link below the video to read the lyrics)
Read the lyrics for “I’ve Tried!”
The Relationship between Repressed Sexual Expression and War
AS THE SUBJECT OF WAR seems to be very much on people’s minds right now, causing great consternation and puzzlement, here is an enhanced relevant extract from an eBook I wrote recently, entitled “War is Who we Are”. This little extract deals with the relationship between repressed sexual expression, conflict and the hardware used in warfare. Here it is:
“Having looked at a number of conflict-based actions and ways of thinking, we now come to the next principal human action and way of thinking which inevitably leads to war — though the mass of minds have dissociated it from that.
I’M CURRENTLY WRITING AN ARTICLE about enslavement in all its aspects, internal and external. Being enslaved to the lies and darkness of the political arena is a major aspect. In the attached image that I’ve prepared is an incentive to unenslave yourself from this idiocy, if you haven’t already done so. Don’t be a useful idiot to the theatre of war!
I’ve tried to be a normal guy
and wander through the maze;
pretending that I’m just like those
whose hearts are not ablaze.
That only lasted for a day;
I couldn’t wear the cloak.
I cannot play at being someone else
who’s just a joke.
I’ve tried to hide myself away
and never show my face —
go off the grid and disappear
without a single trace.
But why should I be forced to flee
while others foment war?
Until my dying breath, I’ll do
what I’ve been put here for.
THERE IS ONE THING for which you can always rely on the US government: HYPOCRISY. Dollops of it! US puppet-president, Donald Trump, says “no child of God should ever suffer such horror”, lamenting the fact that chemical weapons were used on children in Syria. Yet, the US has run around the world for decades invading many countries, bombing the shit out of them with “shock and awe” (killing millions of innocent women and children in the process), fomenting coups d’états, putting puppet leaders in place then assassinating them when they no longer serve their purpose, etc. Heck, they’ve even deliberately dropped napalm bombs on villages with many “beautiful babies” in them! (The photo attached to this article is an iconic picture from the Vietnam war of children fleeing a village after US troops napalm-bombed it – one with her clothes burned from her body and her body terribly burned).
(Includes an Illustrated Journey through the Bishop’s Brain)
From the elevated position of his elegantly carved wooden pulpit, Paul Altara (or the Reverend Paul Altara, as he was then known) looked down at the assembled crowd in the church. It had indeed been his pulpit, a sacred space from which, week after week for nearly seven years, he had been able to deliver adventurous, contemplative explorations — though always within the religious limitations from which he was now being liberated. During those years, many had been challenged, some had been puzzled and a number had walked away. Various threatened dignitaries and authorities had tried to undermine him through malicious gossip and takedowns. He had even drawn the intense attention, as a dissident, of the government’s euphemistically-named Religious Liaison Unit (RLU) — a department which, through legislation, punitive enforcement and incarceration in special prisons known euphemistically as “Reattunement Camps” (where state-of-the-art technology would be used to alter permanently one’s thinking), ensured that religion and all religious meetings were supportive of the state, non-dissenting and did not pursue their own objectives too radically. In return, they also enabled legislation outlawing any criticism of a religion or belief as “hate-speech”. This was therefore a department to which all churches unequivocally submitted without question and even took pride in doing so. To Paul, though, it was a sign of the times for the church to kowtow to such an office, especially with the fulsome sycophancy it did so.
The Naked Troubadour Sets Out its Stall
Dear Friends, today, my new blog website, “The Naked Troubadour”, goes live on the internet. I’ve owned the site for a couple of years but have been waiting for the right moment to develop it. That moment is now. I was keeping it as a “placeholder” until I could no more contain myself from going live with it. Quietly, in recent weeks, it’s been having its design established and a great deal of my material — almost 800 works — has already been uploaded to it.