Sitting cross legged, frozen locks of dread hair, dead stare, don't dare. Cut down all the vines and chains and locks and open every door, every window, let every beam through to fall, roll off the walls like fire gold and warming. Old bones dance on young floors, beds of grass and dew watered with tears of mirth and other things, something else besides what I've got to say in the desert where the sand doesn't quite touch the tips, wet the floor with precipitation, anticipation, eradication of an old ideal outmoded, outdated, outmanned, outgunned, outfunned. Write a new bible, a new code of laws, a new library for everyone to take their time in, lose their sighs in, get some rhymes in and breathe out every single sylabble which ever needed to crawl onto paper and lie still enough for the decades to pin it in place for future eyes to dance over. Like wheeling stars. Like growing vines. Like hands wringing, or like mine in yours. Like a struggle or an embrace. Maybe both. Maybe I want this now, maybe I want it later and maybe I haven't made up my mind as much as I think I have. Scribble out the last page and tear out the thoughts that made up the page; this is a new day, our day. Open your eyes so the sun will shine, smile so the wind will blow and know that nothing since or before will ever be strong enough to press down on this heaven we've made. In the shade.
Well, I kinda failed to blog for a bit because I have about as much sense of commitment as a ham sandwich.
I want a sandwich now.
Anywho, Jessmess was being so amazing and lovely and shizz that I was like "Yeah man, let's blog this bitch up!" So now I'm writing again. Now is possibly not the ideal blogging hour, one in the morning the day after easter after slipping in and out of sobriety like... well, let's leave that analogy to the imagination. Most things that can follow sucessfully on from that are somewhat dubious in nature.
So yeah, what have I been doing with myself lately..?
Well, not much special to be honest. The children have recieved a lot of attention lately, as they should :D But I've also been getting on with a lot of old friends who had somewhat faded over time, which is nice :) (For instance me and an ol' friend/enemy called Natasha just invented the wander-wank... for those calm nights when you've got nothing else to do ^^) I like remembering why you got on with people so well in the first place. I also discovered that I really love cherry blossom trees in particular and flowers in general. I've always known I liked them, but now I understand just how much I like them.
The nicest mental image ever: A cherry blossom forest.
"And it'll be like a pink rain... in slow motion."
Incidentally, I've lately got into a couple of new bands :) MGMT - dunno if you've heard of these guys, but this song is awesome, and the video rocks my socks :D
Check out the girl, ain't she just the smiliest person you ever met? You know, this blog is rapidly becoming kind of oriented to one particular person, so to veer away sharply from awesome stuff Jess has shown me, check out these two songs:
That was Divine Comedy's Gin Soaked Boy. Love it :D
That's Not Really Funny by the Eels, again a fucking amazing song :D
Right, well that'll do me, methinks. Except to say I'm gonna play a gig for my eighteenth in July and it's gonna be epic.
Bah bah, lovies, you're all amazing and so's ya FACE!
And by 'it' I mean writing poetry on their blogs XD Well, this'll show 'em, because as with all other art forms I approach poetry as if the key aim is to baffle my audience with cryptic metaphors.
Skin crawling over my bones, To find it's way home, Slide my features tectonic, Back into frames organic, Let leaves sprout between my skin, Bark for flesh, ever growing, Let me be Jack, who bears the green, Reborn each year, never seen, Let me leave behind rhyme's locks, Let me instead root music in the rocks, Let me be in the shaking breath, Let me die with summer's death, Let me draw deeply the air, Let me do away with every care, Cares thrown to the wind, no rhymes now to anchor, Let poesy throw chains unheeded, I shall not go to her call any longer, Like bees, Drawn to milk-dew honey, To the sky by dawn.
Maybe some free writing would do better... Bah, see you soon lovies.
I thought I'd finally get around to introducing you to a few of my friends, oh notable readers. I think today we shall meet The Children (also called The Unmentionables to those who feel too suspect referring to The Children XD) This nickname was attributed to the group by yours truly, not actually because of their age, themselves being between my own age and one individual three years younger, but because of my general role within the group, undoubtedly that of some kind of (really really bad) parental figure.
The one with the ponytail is Baz (Sebastian for those who like to wind him up) I've known him for quite a long time now, and this is the most flattering picture I could find of him. He doesn't photograph well XD Curly-haired-topless man is Merlin (real name, just so you know :P) he's wildly unpredictable, childish and in short terrific fun. I've known him for feckin' ages. He is also unusually strong... I suspect him to actually be a throwback to our larger simian ancestors. The one of female persuasion is Abbie, I have known her the least amount of time, but she's still cool and keeps me sane through the long hours of sitting around bored online. We've had some laughs, often at the expense of other people XD
They all look curiously young here... which is rather disconcerting... I guess that's why I call them the Children.
These two are Molly and Katie, Katie's the one with the dyed red hair... Molly's the unashamed ginger XD Molly is the sister of Jacob, an individual you will meet soon. She used to be quite aggressive, but she's sweet as pie these days ^^ She is also possessed of fantastic hearing and a kind of 'auto-rebel' feature XD Katie is a rather strange girl with a tendency towards ambling into conversations and making off-topic remarks. Still, she's got a heart of gold and she's always nice to have around ^^
Here's Molly again, but the girl with the blonde hair is Jess. She's Baz's twin and, like Baz, is incredibly skinny. She's rarely about, but she's always good to talk to when she is, and almost perfectly shares my music taste and humor. We've had some strange chats, some undecipherable chats but mostly we've had some awesome chats ^^ Unfortunately we have yet to perfect the method to merge into one super being, as well as discovering all the impracticalities thereof.
This one's Alex. Technically only half-children material, since he's a few months older than I. Alex is, much like Jacob, a kind of alternate me. Are nights out almost inevitably begin with us two and kind of accumulate the other children as we go, and unlike most of the other children we frequently just mess around without the others. Undoubtedly one of my best friends, we have enough in-jokes to sustain a full conversation. To anyone who doesn't already have a great life, I'd recommend him :D
And this one's Jacob. Undoubtedly an incredibly odd character, Jacob and I have known each other since early primary schools and have always been ridiculously close... not only could we converse entirely in in-jokes, we frequently do. Some casual acquaintance or another once asked if I was the Hyde to Jacob's Jekyll, which sparked an in-joke in and of itself. Definitely one of the best people I've ever met.
However, there are a couple of non-children that I think deserve extra mention... Meet Joe (Male) and Codie (Female)
Two of my other closest friends, bar Alex and Jacob. Joe is an absolutely fantastic individual. He asks nothing from anyone, and gives everything to everyone. Some of the best days of my life have been spent sitting around at his, and I wouldn't change him for the world. Codie is just amazing... she's more important to me than almost anything you could care to mention, sharing joint place only with these select few others, and these days I find it impossible to imagine life without a Codie :)
Anyway, now that I've finished my soppy-fest, I'd best let you get back to your lives (as if I am somehow preventing you from them XD) But just before I go, I found an acoustic version of There There... it's absolutely beautiful.
So, you know Sociology; the science of studying human behaviour as a whole, something like group psychology?
Well, I am studying it for an A2 level course and have truely had my definitions of good and evil within the subject redefined over the past few days. I always held that New Right Theory were the devils of Sociology, with such heart warming and tender theories as "The poor deserve to be poor - they make themselves poor and thus society should not help them" and "If you do not maintain a stable father figure in life you will join a criminal underclass and become society's dregs". Well, not so! These self-important snots are just that; Oppinionated and biggoted middle class worms with little or no real life perspective.
No, evil raises it's head in another form, specifically that of Vilfredo Pareto.
Let's focus for a second on the name alone: Vilfredo Pareto. He sounds like a vampire. Real people are not born with names like Vilfredo Pareto, real people have names like Daniel Smith or Robert Appleson. My own name is something of a press at Kieran O'Mant, but I consider myself a little odd of character so no loss if my name is unusual as well. Vilfredo Pareto. He sounds like 1. The villain in a gangster film, 2. An important but ultimately subservient lackey to dracula or 3. A crazed scientist with the eventual aim of world domination. Now it's not really fair to assume this mans moral standing on his name, but mere seconds into his theory we find further evidence for his evil: he maintains a sociological standpoint akin to anti-Marxism. I like Marxists. I might even be considered one, I am certainly left wing and the concept of a bourgoisie or other oppressive ruling elite seems quite plausible, if some of the specifics of the theory can be alarmist.
But no! Vilfredo Pareto states that there is indeed a ruling elite within society, governing and opressing the masses but that this is fair and just and that society will be damaged or destroyed if ever one attempts to impose equality! And then, and I quote here from my book of Sociology, a comprehensive volume if ever there was one, "Vilfredo Pareto expands on the theory of his countryman and intellectual ancestor MACHIAVELLI!"
Machiavelli?! Author of The Prince? The literal handbook on evil? Yes, the same! Machiavelli was famous for confessing his evil, and encouraging evil in others as a way of seizing political power!
Surely Pareto knows he is evil. How can he not be? Still I find him preferable to New Right. He seems almost honestly evil.
Anywho, I have recently overcome a horrible illness which caused much general distress and often delusions.
And Infected Mushroom just started using a distorted guitar in the song I'm listening to. I shit you not.
I love musical overlap.
Well, I must away my loves to eat free pizza and then get ready for an insane party which will likely end with police intervention, in which case I shalln't be writing for a bit.
Hooray! That special time of year when people celebrate being scared. By sending children wearing highly unconvincing masks to your house in an attempt to get some sweets out of you.
Also there are no such things as washing machines that play trance music mid cycle.
If you start to suspect that such deranged imaginings are actually possible then lay off the drugs, listen to normal music and get some sleep, in the name of Jesus!
And stop spending so much time with those crazy, drugged up ravers. You know the ones I mean. Furthermore I'm an atheist, so saying anything in the name of Jesus is an exercise of futility.
