Tyler Haagenson performed an exceedingly good guitar part for the original version of this song. That can be found with a little digging - this is not my main sales platform.
I thought I'd just recite it alone though, and without any distracting effects. I'm growing very tired of YouTube.
I hope this makes sense. I'm not a nihilist (or the rest). I tried to tap into the mindset though, as best I could, and illustrate some of the damning flaws, or at least what one could have to cope with, were one to accept it, and the very baseness and flippancy of that.
I think I'll lose YouTube followers for posting this; their attention primarily. Or gain more enemies. Or they just won't give a shit. Either way, and regardless, it felt like good art.
Of course, it could just be a very anal-minded and sub-standard attempt to gently troll those who have irritated me on YT recently, but I do feel the poem has some small merit on its own, even if the framing is a little confrontational and grumpy. They liked the original thrash version; I'm sure someone or other can stand the words. It's certainly not one of my best pieces, but I originally wrote it around age 17 - you do have that sort of ultra-pessimistic, self-righteous view at that age, sometimes.
"If you're going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don't even start.
if you're going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.
go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park bench. it could mean jail, it could mean derision, mockery, isolation.
isolation is the gift, all the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. and you'll do it despite rejection and the worst odds and it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
if you're going to try, go all the way. there is no other feeling like that. you will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with fire.
do it, do it, do it. do it.
all the way all the way.
you will ride life straight to perfect laughter, it's the only good fight there is."
A "preview" poem based on excerpts from the lyrics to this new song. It'll be along in finished form in a little while - currently just working on mastering my instrumental work.
I hope the verse appeals. It's extremely grim, but has matched my current mood, and what I have been researching and educating myself on politically, and with some thorough poetic bluntness. If we can cope with Yeats and the masterpiece that is "The Second Coming", or indeed the grim excesses of Wilfred Owen et al. then I'm sure we can chew through this humble spasm of decayed words. It's a bit shit by comparison, granted, but I think it still possess some mild merit.
I based these disquieting lines on a bleak yet passionate document provided to me by "Dark Phoenix", first translating her French, and then comparing it to her original English translation. I then tried to make a composite of my own, both in augmented word choices, and also then in grammatical layout. English lends itself well to assonance, alliteration and slant-rhymes. Especially the compound slanting at the end of my longest stanza, in which I was tempted to use the word "morrow", but decided on a fiddlier concrete metaphor to try and describe breakdown and dissolution - an endzeit. I could have done the same with "dawning", but there is no ready dawn in this. not without great, wrenching darkness.
The meter came naturally to me, based around six-counts. I'd have to look up the technical term for that; that regular stress pattern laying on the first and fourth syllable. It's another obvious choice tied in to the opaque Satanic nature of these condemnatory verses...
I am not a Satanist. It all pisses me off a wee bit to be honest, the "lefty" takes on it in particular. I go with Aleksandr Dugin over the issue. If it's good enough for V. Putin, who am I to disagree, at this level? As i've noted before in places between-the-lines... I genuinely prefer Russo-Slavic Christian authoritarianism-of-sorts to some of the other bloody options out there right now. I have no doubt in my mind that my Dad would not agree with me on this in the slightest. Oh well... what a pain. I don't care much if anyone else agrees. The UK has been a very irritating places for me to live in, for quite a while. It deserves better than what it has rampantly devolved into. Anyhow, I've gloriously digressed from the point now.
The full song can be found on the new "Risen" album, by Vore Complex, whenever I pull my finger out and actually finish it.
Odd note: I have never been particularly fond of Nietzsche either. Not at all really - the ramifications of his works, usually, and the huge pile of wanky, nihilist twits following in his lunatic wake. I do read him now and again though, in places, and I think I feel a mite of pity for the man sometimes.
..you might need to go below to 'comment' section for a better link. A solid positive construction is poetry in motion. This is the shortest simplest yet deep explanation of true trade. ..with the distinction of where truth or lies takes one and all, thrown in! In support of all 'yellow vest' movements world wide.
Jacob Rees-Mogg reading some poems sent in by readers of the Telegraph ( https://www.telegraph.co.uk ) after the Poet Laureate, Simon Armitage, said he has no plans to write a poem to mark Britain's exit from the EU on Oct 31st 2019. Included is a poem sent in by Jacob's sister Annunziata Rees-Mogg MEP. This is taken from Chopper's Brexit Podcast - http://playpodca.st/chopper
A small segment of the much longer poem that I decided to focus in on and "remix". The lyrics to it all were originally written in late 2013. It took me a good few years to sort the music (and my voice) out though. The original was initially part of my Skomorokh project, till I incorporated that into Vore Complex itself.
The video is, once again, just me testing out various combinations of effects for my future reference. As for the music, it's a very grim, bitter topic for a song at all. Most of mine are, albeit not always this linguistically visceral. Sardonic, but without any real humour, bar the blunt, irreverent phrasing. A few weirdly understated British-themed reflections on Establishment ruling class atrocity and the trickle-down into (or overlap with) the hardcore fetish communities.
The screen glitches and other visual aberration parts are deliberate, don't worry. I was trying to create an analogy to a camera malfunctioning and switching off, as an issue gets increasingly more complicated, and then eventually just dying away unreported. The unsettling backing image is just an adjusted piece of macabre art based on a pair of human lips, dripping bloody saliva.
Chris, Nate and I talk about G.K. Chesterton's poem "A Song of Defeat" with digressions on the state of today's journalism, early twentieth century click-bait, perfectly good terms gathering unfortunate luggage, and the aesthetic qualities of beating one's grandmother to death in the park.
Nate, Louis, and I discuss George Gordon, Lord Byron's poem "Written After Swimming From Sestos to Abydos." Along the way, we cover Byron's general lunatic badassery, why brains AND brawn is better, and holding Byron's beer (in a goblet made from a skull).
Nate, Louis, and I discuss Rudyard Kipling's poem "Hymn Before Action" with diversions into good morality and bad theology, dying an honorable death, and why you shouldn't piss off the British. Also, we'll have to start a petition to have Sabaton perform this as heavy metal.
Oh say can you see, by the dusk´s gloomy light, Where proud cities stood, the check points and blight, Of drug wars waged and generations locked up, A police state came of age but it was just a mock-up. For traitors and thieves, skyscrapers once tall Were worth more insured in the snap of free fall. Arabs and Muslims who couldn’t ﬂy at all Were used as patsies to violate Newton´s Laws. World Trade Center 7, see that smoking heap? Twenty minutes after, a shill told the sheep Of its demise, here was a third reason to weep! Within minutes and hours, Kagan and Bremer, Script long prepared, yellow Post it notes in hand, Screamed bomb Palestine! Bomb Iraq! Nuke Iran! Out of an old drawer came the Patriot Act, Drafted by lobbyists, voted for by rats. The constitution now dead, a nation bamboozled, Brown men in turbans became the new accused. The NeoCon dream had ﬁnally come true; Endless wars on their behalf, fought by me and you and you!
Archduke Obama sitting high on his throne NeoCons gathered ´round a power point to peak At Tuesday´s kill list, identities unknown, Of men, women and children to be dispatched by drone, While the Nobel Prize fake sings paeans to Bob Dylan’s Masters of War and the novels of Joan Didion. What´s that in your pocket? Said Mae West to AIPAC That´s Barack Obama, he´s got our back. Get your hand out of their pocket, said the cop to Barack, It’s a mutual arrangement, Barack smirking, shot back. Forget the fake news media, turn off the rumor mill. Three towers were felled, great fear was instilled. Muslims were blamed and you played the fool, Terror is the NeoCon´s psychological tool. What had been a free press is only a shrill Parody in the hands of sociopaths who thrill In burning you and your republic at will, Leaving it for dead like so much road kill. A New Republic will rise where the dead One lost its way, when Americans answer the call Of duty to make right what is wrong!
The New National Anthem of the United States of America Oh say can you see, by the dawn´s early light, Our nation reborn and a country re-branded. Where once oligarchs stood and a clique ruled by might, The army rebelled and The People commanded: That a nation conceived, founded in Liberty, Stay true to her creed and reboot when there´s need! And the star-spangled banner in triumph did wave, In the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave! United we stand, divided we would fall, The great melting pot, made one nation of many. From all countries we came, to begin a new life, in ‘merica, the Land of Milk and Honey. The American Way, separates church and state, No temple, no mosque, will determine our fate! And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave, While the Land of the Free is the Home of the Brave! Oh let freedom ring, from the majestic heights Of all mountain tops, and from sea to shining sea. Safe and strong in our homes, in our cars, on the street, No fears we might meet, a rogue cop on the beat.
No police state will stand, ‘ver the freedom of Man, While our Bill of Rights, is the law of the land! Black,beige,brown,white,red,yellow,rich,poor and in between! Formed one nation to be free and the home of the brave! Genius for industry, science, technology, Made true the promise, of long life and prosperity. Our best minds changed the world, to the marvel of all, Yankee novelty, redeﬁned possibility. And the world did rejoice, with Armstrong’s soaring voice, One step for a man, is a leap for mankind! And Mars beckoned us forward to new frontiers of space, In the name of the Free and the Home of the Brave!
Note: Composed by Francis Scott Key in 1814, The Star Spangled Banner became the national anthem of the United States in 1931. It celebrates war and defends slavery of Black people. Ironically, it is sung by beloved Black celebrities at the Super Bowl every year while millions of Americans remain oblivious to the fourth stanza, which is never sung. We need a new national anthem ASAP.
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Healing The Self Is Hilariously Simple... Michael Murphy is a live poet, performance dancer, and transcendental joker who spreads the cosmic giggle everywhere he goes. Today we're diving into Laughter Yoga, a powerful practice that Michael teaches in festival workshops.
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Hold me back no you aint, hold me back no you aint
i aint trust a mother fucker if they cant hold up their claims
#corporate aim they to blame shoot them down in this game
crypto countin while they poutin
shoutin poundin mother fuckin groundin
#monopolies so lame n they to #tame
for all this pain put every name (the corporation names)
(we) take our claim world wont be the same bang bang (repeatish)
*This song (remix over Samuel - Clench) is about how a group of people including myself are creating #competition to big monopoly #corporations, which they will fall too. With the #internet we have the power to #compete against them like never before, #crypto is one of the things we can use to our #advantage...most corporations rely on middle men/ innovate slowly compared to young #companies which #innovate fast to use new #technologies which give small start up #businesses a advantage"
I was bitter earlier. I wrote: "The rest can burn. You'd - I'd - often hope that they would. Having observed (with shame) that also though... it would be too painless, after a definite while, and too polite".
The people I knew who suffered, and then, in a very final way, didn't suffer... I hope they Rest in Peace.
Burnout among psychiatric staff - I can't wholesomely use the term "professionals" anymore, not without grim distaste - seems ever-prevalent. That, and the fact that those above don't employ the right people for the job. IQ levels most definitely wanting, in some cases, and in others, merely a grim, Sadistic need to make up for their Psychology degree study failings. There would be other reasons why they should not have been employed, very rarely, but slipped through the net.
I'm lucky. I was just a patient. A long time ago, but sometimes it lingers. Glad I got this out in voice. As before, I hope you like it for the art. The content cannot really be enjoyed.
My Mermaid From the Sea is a poem I wrote in the 1980s when I went through a poetry writing mania and wrote a whole pile, as I am wont to do, (note my video regarding my adventures in publishing). I wrote the music for it in late 2017 when I began working with Logic Pro X. You can find this piece in Sound Cloud but not illustrated. I made this video this morning. It is May 2 and a snowy day here in Red Deer, Alberta. I guess my mind needed to go to the beach.
Ben Zwycky joins Nate and me to talk about Rudyard Kipling's poem "The City of Brass" with diversions into pos-U.S.S.R. Eastern Europe, C.S. Lewis's Narnia, the beauty of Gothic Cathedrals and the power of hope.
The Distributist joins me to talk about G.K. Chesterton's poem "Songs of Education Part III: For the Creche". Discussion also wanders onto acceptable opinion and The Cathedral, who, exactly, are the bourgeoisie, and the sainthood of Joan of Arc.