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Pluck, Pluck, it’s Pizzacato
Are you prepared for the invasion? Heeeerrrrreeee’s Pizzacato 5!
I think this video epitomizes the modern era, what is post-postmodern. Represented by a world filled with blogging as literacy, images detached from meaning-though implied, high volume of repetition with a more analytical precision that separates repetition from change, mastery of the hunt-finding information and ignoring what is unnecessary, humanity is aware of the absurd and aware of the cool. We are influenced by the wild day-dreams Jean-Luc Godard and the incantations of techno music. We have decided that we want fragments-a lot of them-to the point of sensory overload. We also want these fragments now or in the near future. Defeatists call this movement a form of placidity; a means of lulling a generation to sleep with posturing, divisive argument that only distracts people from the similarities of polarized opinions (i.e. the one party American system), masturbatory self-promotion, drugs, and electronic vices. I say it is just a phase. We’ll grow out of it.
Remembering Sesame Street
Crayola factory might be the happiest place on earth and the creation of crayons might be the most sell satisfying thing you can do with your time on earth.
If the above equation is true, then Philip glass must be the second happiest person on earth as he works with light and color.
Hot Chip = Soothsayers
(Context: this video was made in late 2007)
This is a new video from a great new band named Hot Chip. They boasts a self-realized kind of goofiness. They are extremely catchy.
Is this funny or just too soon, at least one joker’s no longer laughing.
More Martin Luther thoughts and processing
To digress…
The following poem by Carl Wendell Himes, Jr. (which also provides the title for Harding’s book) highlights the inadequacies of Nathan’s blog.
Now that he is safely dead
Let us praise him
build moments to his glory
sing hosannas to his name.
Dead men make
such convenient heroes: They
cannot rise
to challenge the images
we would fashion from their lives
And besides,
it is easier to build momuments
than to make a better world
So, now that he is safely dead
we, with eased consciences
will teach our children
that he was a great man…knowing
that the cause for which he lived
Is still a cause
and the dream for which he died
is still a dream,
a dead man’s dream
Nathan’s blog crafts monuments from dead men, waves the flag of a country that no longer exists and sings in a language long laid in the grave. Isn’t it convenient to speak in exotic tongue, I can’t excuse you, concern you, or rebut you. No matter the language, I can’t anyways, your ears are full of mud. Clean them out and listen to my song.
I sing this hosanna in your name Nathan…
Nathan feeds on dead men’s dreams. He hollers in archaic speech. He should blog about his peel-y feet, knowing that detail would you still beat?
Nathan speaks to dead men. Nathan speaks to dead men. He talking to God, God calls him a heathen. He’s crazy like Poe and mightier than thou. He’s speaking to dead men. You grant and he’s taken.
I was born the day after Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday.
I recommend this video.
I recommend this article.
http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1G1-119441734.html
I may be restating a fabricated story or perpetuating a blatant untruth, but the parabolic story of the meeting of Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X provokes in me such an invigorating response that my need for it to be true, makes it so. The only evidence I have is the semi-biographic memoir of MLK Jr. as told by Vincent Harding, his long time friend, called The Inconvenient Hero. In February 1965, Martin Luther King found himself a hero eclipsed by authority. The cold winter of his imprisonment was not without merit for in this time he was visited by a longtime friend, a friend with heavy arms. They embraced and relished in the time spent in this most private of domains. Their conversation could be dramatized to seem like a struggle of ideologies, but it was more precisely a gesture of consolation in a maddening world. Malcolm spoke solemnly of the promised life of his Muslim faith. He was no martyr, he was not
He was also no longer militant. His mind had strayed from the wilds of youth that catch you and forever brands you. Black Activists would forever possess guns and sling slang. They would not be remembered for their efforts to create community activism and self-sustenance which focused on feeding inter-urban youth. It is much easier to starve a mind of ideas than beat those ideas out. Both men sat facing each other smiling. They were starving. Both men were tired and frail. One was brow-beaten by society; the other only weeks away from death. King remarked of Malcolm that he had already become “much more than there was time to be”. The sweet spirited Malcolm X was distancing himself from the racism, which had typecast him before. Meanwhile, Martin King was expressing heated concerns over Vietnam, despite the unease others had that such sentiments would detract from issues of civil liberties. The two were crossing ideological paths and at that junction there was only compassion. Malcolm told Coretta King later that he was really an ally.
This story epitomizes the story of Hunter and Nathan, for men of peace are always at war. Between the high and lows of our shared experience, there are moments of serenity and cooperation.
