"How glorious a greeting..."


Welcome to my blog. I've always been a hoarder, and this is a stylish hoard of some things I have thought or created. One day I will be able to look back on them and remember myself. I may have put more thought into a post than whether or not I should post it... However, if any visitor finds interest in anything here, much to the better.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Sisters Beyond The Pale


So, for some reason I cannot motivate myself to use this blog properly in my free time. There are loads of posts I mean to make, but for some reason I only seem to be able to get around to it if the post in question will require next to no effort. This required next to no effort.

Pain Of Salvation are an excellent musical outfit. These are some lyrics from two of their songs (Beyond The Pale and Sisters), arranged together, and for some reason this pleases me. Hopefully I wont do this again - at least until I have managed to produce something more worthwhile.
 

 
And sex was always there from when I was only eight years - tempting me leaving me thirsty...
Sweat, skin, a pulse divine to balance this restless mind - it seemed so wonderfully physical...
Oh, the blood, the lust, the bodies that colour the world: all drugs to die for! Won't you share my fire?
How can love make that world a minefield of forbidden ground?
A map of untouchable skin and silenced desire?
 
If she looked me deep into my eyes
And softly asked me too
I'd be in her bed and in her flesh
And waste a life I knew...

And we were always much more human than we wished to be..

And I remember when you said you'd been under him - I was surprised to feel such pain...
And all those months of being faithful to you, despite the hunger flowing through my veins...
And I have always tried to calm things down - Swallow down! Swallow down!
"It's just another small thorn in my crown."
But suddenly one day there was just too much blood in my eyes, and I had to take this walk down remedy lane of whens and whys...
 
So I hold my breath and close my eyes
And focus on the wine
Let this trembling moment pass us by
So I could say goodnight

Sunday, 8 July 2012

No natural path.


Doesn't that look tasty, eh?

Does it? I don't have a clue. I've never eaten bacon or anything bacon flavoured in my whole life. Nor, for that matter, any flesh taken from any creature but microscopic organisms or the errant kamikaze insect. Neither do I drink milk from said creatures, or consume their eggs, or drink their blood, or keep them as pets, or experiment on them, or perform sexual acts with them or enthusiastically wear them.

So when I say that I know many find bacon extremely tasty, know how far from that world I am. Sure, I've picked up a certain association between meat and "yum" from the way others express themselves, but my own nostrils and eyes can find nothing appealing, and should the worst ever occur then my taste buds and stomach would likely revolt.

I think it's fair enough to bring this up, and to explain the reasoning behind my position. I'm not primarily trying to convert anybody to my worldview, but merely to show that the case for and against the use of animals is not really the same game that many assume it is.

I was brought up a vegetarian, which I certainly don't object to, for I never had to become hooked on meat as a staple of my diet. The opportunity to change has freely come and gone, and my behaviour has progressed towards matching the logical conclusion of the arguments that supported my vegetarianism.

Let's assume no divine agency wills us to slaughter, consume, and use other living creatures. Let's also assume that other creatures need not be a part of our diets in order for us to live - I am alive and so are the others. It is not necessarily in our nature to feast on other creatures.

In the more developed world dietary options are pouring out of our ears. Most are hardly struggling to find food to eat, and starvation is rarely unavoidable. We don't have to eat other creatures. There are alternatives. We don't have to wear them. There are alternatives. We don't need to test on them. There are alternatives. And on and on...

I'm establishing the element of choice here, in order to dispel cowardly attempts to dodge responsibility for life choices. There are those who must use animals to survive - those in suffering areas of the world or those with certain medical conditions. They also have a choice, although a rather loaded one, between life and death. Most will choose life at the expense of other creatures and so would I.

But I'm not in that position. Leo Tolstoy once said "A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite." Aside from the usual tiresome correction needed to apply this quote to both directions on the gender scale, he is generally right. Most people around here choose to use animals out of self interest.

Now, there's nothing objectively wrong with that. There's nothing necessarily wrong with anything. I do not propose to give anybody information on morality, as that would be ridiculous. I don't believe there's anything wrong with the actual act of eating meat - human or otherwise.

But I choose not to. Humanity's dominant position on the planet does not oblige it to abuse its role as 'the fittest'. People harp on about lesser intelligence, or about less developed capacity to suffer. Sure, sure, but applied logically this would allow the killing and eating of all the stupid people, or mentally handicapped, or anybody afflicted with any degree of paralysis or nerve loss. Humans aren't in a different category, any more that some cultural group's favourite pets are in a different category to their pastoral herds.

As such I choose to withdraw from involvement in the mass killing of sentient creatures, in hunting them, in destroying and butchering them, in paying for this to be done. I choose not to participate in a system that manages entire populations of living thinking creatures reducing their lives as mere preludes to their executions. I also choose not to kill animals myself. I choose this because I can, and because it pleases me to do so.

There's a sliding scale, and people can rest where they like on it. Perhaps it might make them happy to choose not to cause suffering to animals forced into hellish cycles of milking or birthing by providing a market for milk and eggs by becoming a consumer of those items. Some might try not to wear bits of corpses, because they'd rather not. Some may decide to oppose the torture of animals in clinical trials, ostensibly excused as for the greater good but essentially profit guided. Others might reject the domestication of other creatures as our servile pets and dependants, as a source of amusement, and a luxury. Or the use of horses as beasts of burden, long since unnecessary. Some might avoid having any impact on other species that may in any way cause harm, distress, suffering or in any other way oppose upon them.

Not because it's 'wrong' or 'evil'. But because there is a choice, and people should examine their motives before they make it. Necessity is rare, even as many of these activities are inefficient and destructive. Does your own self interest swing it for you? Or are you just too lazy, or weak, to think about choosing any other path?

Perhaps we could grow meat in tubes. I'd eat that. Or operate only on a policy of strict opportunism: making use of the cadavers of those dead from natural causes. I could live with that. Or die with it - you're all free to snack on me afterwards. I wont mind a bit.

Friday, 22 June 2012

Evinta


As I seem to be cravenly posting plagiarised lyrics, albeit artfully rearranged, I will continue to do so. A little bit.

Evinta is an album by My Dying Bride, and is a slight departure from the sound of their other albums. I consider it quite the masterpiece, and a step ahead of anything else they have done. I happily listen to the whole thing on repeat, sometimes while sleeping. It possesses beauty and musical finesse, and I'm a huge fan of the use of violin in modern music (as I don't get to play it as much as I'd like).

And, of course, the words. They are practically poetry. So I've arranged some of my favourite lyrics from the album into a slow poem, with a degree of thematic narrative. It is designed to be read aloud to the final track on the album, A Hand of Awful Rewards, which is instrumental.



All great children
Build altars
I have no love
To give you

You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing

Oh, and the moon
Plain in your eyes

Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the fall
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh,
Limb and whole

The shade upon your face
Of lilies bent with tears

Black was I, yet bent to it;
God and I had shown them

And the stone that lets you drown
You are not worth stopping for

You are sweet and fine to listen to!
Long tresses about your neck,
Yet much is false
This mighty evening,
I've seen no face
This is crushing me
My quill it aches

Trees dance and fail
Tell them I came

Viens, il est temps de partir
Je vais regretter ta haine
Ta vainte triomphante
Fera sa reverence

I just caught a glimpse of your summer skin
As you slipped away
As I look at them
And know what my hands have done

There! My prints in the snow
The wind and me alone
And then you go

And within it your embrace
Long given away the chase
Away flees grace

And then you go

Can a mouse be modest?


I'm not sure that mice have ever had a reason to develop societal taboos or dream up the concept of modesty, so I'd say that the answer is currently no - although who knows what the future may bring?

However, this is far from being the point of the post. The subject is a band called
Modest Mouse, who I happen to think are really very good. I've been listening to them for a couple of years and they've been listened to on many a mountain, along many a street and in many a wild dancing moment. To put it insensitively, they've grown on me like cancer.

I will not go on about them overlong, as other people will have put more effort into describing their value. But I have taken some of my favourite lyrics from some of my favourite songs by them, and I've hammered them together as if they were one - for some reason I really enjoy doing this. If you actually know the songs well this may jar a little... Here.



I wasn't always cargo -
I was once kind of my own!
I guess I'll pack up my mind...

Who the hell made you the boss?
We placed our chips in all the right spots,
But still lost.
Any shithead who had ever walked
Could take the ship and do a much finer job.
This fit like clothes made out of wasps!
Aw, fuck it I guess I lost...

Well, it would've been, could've been worse than you would ever know,
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.

Evil home stereo...
What good songs do you know?
Evil me, oh yeah I know.
What good curves can you throw?

You were laying on the carpet.
like you're satin in a coffin,
You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?"
Yeah right now, but not that often!

Well all that icing and all that cake,
I can't make it to your wedding,
but I'm sure I'll be at your wake.
You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day,
when you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?

I could buy myself a reason,
I could sell myself a job,
I could hang myself on treason,
Oh I am my own damn god!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Deep water, deep water,
Senseless denial...
I went down like a rag doll as you would, child!
Deep water, deep water,
Senseless denial...
I went down like a rag doll rat of a child!

I took a trip to the exact same spot.
We pulled the trigger, but we forgot to cock
And every single shot...

Aw, fuck it I guess we lost.




And while I'm at it, look at this.
Video for 'King Rat'

This is one of their songs, and as far as I can tell the lyrics and video are only slightly related. Nevertheless, the band still deserves full points for the coolness of the video, it's message, style and atmosphere. As does Heath Ledger, interestingly.

Friday, 17 February 2012

Everything that has a beginning...

Hello! This is the first post on my brand new blog. A trial run really, to help me work out various particulars. Over the next several years I'll be posting fairly frequently, if not regularly, and it would really help to start getting it right right from the start.

There are two issues, one of which being the practical technological fiddling involved. See that picture? I have no idea how that will properly appear. I'd quite like it to a be a coveresque image. I'd like to say that it depicts my thoughts, but I hadn't realised that when I added it, so that would be disingenuous... I can apparently do this, this and this. And this thing, most likely for comic effect.

Right. Perhaps my technique will improve over time. The second issue is how to avoid presenting myself as fatally unlikable. I can appear to be a god-awful arrogant git, and the challenge of trying to dodge around this without surrendering my position of confidence is reflected in the title of the blog. In person I think I've become quite adept at cloaking my flaws in affable friendliness, but as evidenced by other writings, not so in text.

Don't get me wrong. I don't care in the slightest what you think, aha-ha... I just mean that, as stated elsewhere, even in the likely event of a miniscule readership, I will be certainly looking back on the posts in this blog. And if I don't like what I see I will be sad and bitter. And nobody wants that.

I get this when writing longer things, fiction or non. I have grown to loathe my handwriting so much I can never even draft in it, only take notes. In semi-literate scrawl is not how I want to read things, and it undervalues any previous work in my eyes. This is slightly off topic.

So, the best way I can think to prove that I am nice is to claim that I am.

Hello reader, be you me or another. Welcome to the beginning of a big heap of stuff, which I hope you enjoy. I'm trying to be nice.