Cinema, 21th century, Feelings, Disaster, Death, Revolution
DFFoO <3 21st century
It is 2011 and I am in Georgia and I am alive.
And it is raining outside.
That’s why I’m happy.
I live in a town
Where you can’t smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement
Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home
Of all these weird creatures
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves
And live for their secrets
They’re all uptight
Uptight.. [x7]
I wish that they’d swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I’m driving
Take me on board their beautiful ship
Show me the world as I’d love to see it
I’d tell all my friends
But they’d never believe
They’d think that I’d finally lost it completely
I’d show them the stars
And the meaning of life
They’d shut me away
But I’d be all right
All right..
Here’s a happily depressing song that I think fits:
Too late… Burhan hanged himself.
Birth . . . school . . . work . . . death
How’re you going to make your way in the world
When you weren’t cut out for working
When your fingers are slender and frail
How’re you going to get around
In this sleazy bedroom town
If you don’t put yourself up for sale
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
Who’s gonna know who you are
Drugs and wine and flattering light
You must try it again till you get it right
Maybe you’ll end up with someone different every night
All these people with no home to go home to
They’d all like to spend the night with you
Maybe I would, too
But tell me
How’re you going to make your way in the world, woman
When you weren’t cut out for working
And you just can’t concentrate
And you always show up late
You said you were an actress
Yes, I believe you are
I thought you’d be a star
So I drank up all the money,
Yes, I drank up all the money,
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,
These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar
Loneliness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
And when the lights came up at two
I caught a glimpse of you
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase
Your pretty face
It looked so wasted
Another pretty face
Devastated
The French Inhaler
He stamped and mailed her
“So long, Norman”
She said, “So long, Norman”
Be careful, it eats people.
“- Create your own chaos
- Want to be an Alien
- Oscar ceremony and cemetery
- Lonely century”
Etc….
So you just found one of those online random text generators, huh?
Fitter, happier, more productive
Comfortable
Not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week)
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
At ease
Eating well
(No more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
A patient better driver
A safer car
(Baby smiling in back seat)
Sleeping well
(No bad dreams)
No paranoia
Careful to all animals
(Never washing spiders down the plughole)
Keep in contact with old friends
(Enjoy a drink now and then)
Will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall)
Favours for favours
Fond but not in love
Charity standing orders
On Sundays ring road supermarket
(No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
Car wash
(Also on Sundays)
No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows
Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
Nothing so childish – at a better pace
Slower and more calculated
No chance of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned (but powerless)
An empowered and informed member of society
(Pragmatism not idealism)
Will not cry in public
Less chance of illness
Tires that grip in the wet
(Shot of baby strapped in back seat)
A good memory
Still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva
No longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick
That’s driven into frozen winter shit
(The ability to laugh at weakness)
Calm
Fitter
Healthier and more productive
A pig in a cage on antibiotics
Talking of aliens, maybe we need them for our salvation, as in The Day the Earth Stood Still. The world is in a bad way, for sure. nmediacl progress, but so much destruction still, while the media in thrall to capitalism fret over growth figures rather than the environment, and care not a jot for the starving millions or certain wars and issues that don’t interest greedy imperialists.
My wife was working at a residential care home on night shift and about 5am one summer morning in the early 90s, as she stood just outside the door for a break, she was amazed when what she at first took to be the moon flipped over and shot across the sky, stopping above the home, an amazing large disc with coloured lights. She was transfixed but had to return inside to a call. A pity she didn’t have a mobile phone then for taking a photo. Years later on TV we saw a programme, in which 2 women claimed to have been briefly abducted by aliens on the way to work that same summer in that part of the city. I doubt their excuse for being late for work went down well or will be widely used as the model.
Mass Obesity
Starvation
Waste
Wars
AIDS
Disease
Inequality
Recession
Homelessness
New world order
Mainstream media in the hands of Evil
Women enslaved
Religious fanaticism
Global warming
Environmental destruction
Refugees
Big Brother
Greed $£ Money Money Money
Disenfranchised electorates
TV the opium of the people
Extinction of species
Cruel food industry
Royalty worship
Austerity
Unemployment
Euro crisis
Private sector lording over Public
Whaling
Elephant hunting
phew, where to stop?
Sunny morning outside
Beautiful stretches of river not far from here
Woods for walks
2 friendly next door neighbours
Kind pretty wife
Lovely dogs
a morn for singing “Oh what a Beautiful Morning…a little brown maverick is winking her eye”. and dog Bryn to join in
Meet the new century, same as the old century.
Human = static
Abolition of nature = progressive.
@Kenji
Ah, you have opened my favorite proverbial can of worms. Not only are aliens a reality, they have been a reality for quite a long time and the time is rapidly coming nigh when much will be revealed. As far as an alien presence come to save us from ourselves (a common trope and most likely a true one) read Lynne Kitei’s book The Phoenix Lights, which refers to the famous incident in Arizona in March, 1997 when a craft estimated to be a mile wide was seen crossing the state by an estimated 10,000 people. One of the most spectacular sightings in history. Even the governor saw it. There has been a startling uptick in sightings all around the world in the last several years, especially this one. The truth is not only out there but increasingly harder to deny.
IL FAUT CONFRONTER LES IDÉES VAGUES AVEC DES IMAGES CLAIRES
I love this thread. As Will Oldham once warbled, “Your tiredness and sadness keep my spirits up.”
- wilco – you never know
Come on children
You’re acting like children
Every generation thinks
Its the end of the world
And all ya fat followers
Get fit fast
Every generation thinks it’s the last
Thinks its the end of the world
Yes dream down a well
There’s a lone heavy hell
I don’t care anymore
It’s a feeling we transcend
If we’re here at the end
You never know
Come on kids
You’re acting like children
Act your age
Put back the black metals and pearls
All ya sword swallowers pull yourselves together
Every generation thinks its the worst
Thinks it’s the end of the world
It’s a secret I can’t tell
There’s a wish down a well
I don’t care anymore
It’s a long heavy hell
Super-size it by ten
I don’t care anymore
You never know
It’s a dear to transcend
Everyone here, at the end
I don’t care anymore
Correct.
The vice of apocalyptic logic is the destruction of personal and historical meaning because it negates the world in order to orgiastically complete the puzzle of the world. The world in this sense cannot be defined without being ended. Ergo descends the sword-wielding Christ with fiery eyes, computers with aneurysms upon the midnight hour, Soviet or Islamic rockets shading towns, Mayan burial grounds exalted in the rumbling final seconds, amongst the other well-lighted, discount means to have comfortable nightmares.
I want express in the capacity of free creation of clarity in the present. What is our era? New forms around the ancient content, sure. The arc of humanity and nature is not an arc but a fixed point. Nature, however, contains the potential(us) to unmake nature. Thus natural human history is also cyclical, say, in its recurrent desire to defeat the irreconcilability of the natural order(i.e. mortality). So, a result of this; technological obliteration of the physical and psychical composition of the world and our perception of it, is most certainly an arc, and one that by its own terms cannot be infinite, since it beckons the oblivion of our presently-evolved form of being. The forms eventually modify the content. The war against our own death becomes the war against life. Maybe on the truest level we want it, perhaps it’s only the ironic consequence—depends on which school of psychology you ask—but this is the situation at hand.
We can only act in the present, hence I recognize the climate of our present time as it relates to the narrative of that which does progress and alter throughout human history, and express what I can in attempt to give rightfully-conceived meaning to its relation to life, rather than to death.
…
These are vague ideas.
Clear image:
life = death = totality =
art
- ILML
- IHML
- YOLO
- PATT
- TGFL
- IWTD
- DTAM
- DFW
- NM
omg
Connor Oberst has lent his melancholy hipster tenor to a Zillow TV spot. What’s next? His fellow indie Nebraskan Tim Kaster (The Good Life, Cursive) emoting off-key witticisms about retirement planning?
^^Well, they already used the original recording of ‘The Times They Are-Changin’ for a Kaiser Permanente ad, so…
a). The end of the world will never come.
b).The world of the end has just begun.
c). The world has already ended.
And I feel fine . . .
Well done.
…Well done.
^^echo chamber of allatonceness
Burhan Gulbahar
- Create your own chaos
- Want to be an Alien
- Oscar ceremony and cemetery
- Lonely century
- Blessing unfairness and the dollars
- Weak to say my words
- Lost in myself
- Cars and the ridiculous
- Cannes and the wolves
- Death of the blood
- Killed infinite times
- Revolution in the hell
- Nobody speaks really
- Words not enough
- Sickened reality
- Need the power
- Distant forests singing the rain
- No collapse until death
- Wings of your desire, me, nothing, empty, loss, dark
- Loneliness and the justice
- Money and the cowboy
- Money and the sky
- Infinite number of space
- Billion years away planet, tears in the sky