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(via ryanadams)
THE END
GOODBYE FOR NOW FOGGY. WE DID GOOD THINGS TOGETHER YOU AND ME! Now, it is off to the mountains with you, and for me, it is into the valley. Where I will meet my brothers in arms, and we will forge ahead anew. GOODBYE BLOG. STAY SWEET. and THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO GOT ANYTHING POSITIVE FOR THIS. It was a social experiment. Like I was just an experiment. In having a one way relationship with others, an owing something to that. To betray.
But everything here was a REPLICA of me. A paradox. A mask. Can you forgive that? You should. It was an art piece. And this was the piece.
Our silent interaction. Now it is time to let it “become” something. So goodbye, and sweet dreams DREAM-LAND, FICKLE-BLOGGING, and FOGGY. I will miss you most Foggy…. You will always be my own little bear. But not.
“Imagination is more important than knowledge” A.Einsten
goodnight. it was fun trying this experiment. maybe i was real though. the point of blade-runner is that “everything is real. even the feelings of a robot. this blog was my version of that idea. of the REPLICA idea and here is it’s legacy. i hope I didn’t forget anything.
into the cave. i am, as sore as it is to say it every EVERY “time” for the one who gavce me such a nickname, I am just a little bear just trying to share, who now bids you goodnight and farewell. i have to go back into nature where i belong/ don’t/
Hannah, Wilson and Barnabus all ready for bed, half- dreaming. they would say goodbye but Invisi-pets don’t understand “goodbye”. they are only made of all that is welcome in a soul. make one up sometime. they are quite mysterious companions. full of love and wisdom.
They love you for who you are. They don’t “pity” you. Which is lovely.
a parting gift.
what is a prayer
but knees
wishes activated by fears
if what scares
you
is the talking to
is the invisibility
of that ear
I take the guides with me
if they are here
I imagine
what they might like to see
hear
or feel
I do the things
perhaps a spirit might
and
i open up my house
and my soul
complete
or not
to the treasures of the night
and
the passing of the strange guards
outside
my
locked moments
this
this is more than enough
and not
meant to invite
it
just
is
what/with
everything
being
everything
and
how
perfectly it gives
as
the suggestion
of
a warmth
and
an
opening
but knees
wishes activated by fears
if what scares
you
is the talking to
is the invisibility
of that ear
I take the guides with me
if they are here
I imagine
what they might like to see
hear
or feel
I do the things
perhaps a spirit might
and
i open up my house
and my soul
complete
or not
to the treasures of the night
and
the passing of the strange guards
outside
my
locked moments
this
this is more than enough
and not
meant to invite
it
just
is
what/with
everything
being
everything
and
how
perfectly it gives
as
the suggestion
of
a warmth
and
an
opening
— (via ryanadams)
truer words may never be spoken folks. it’s saturday. wow…..just wow.
Its Friday Night but really it’s just Saturday. That’s all. But I guess that will do. I am going to write some more tunes tonight but I wrote one today called “Crossed-Out Name”. Man, it might be the best song I ever wrote. I can’t believe it.
I re-listened to all the songs people love most. you know, even the songs people liked from my old band and I was just thinking about WHAT what WHAT made them connect to them the most, ya know? And what I think I felt was, they were the one’s where I was not posturing, not stylizing, not projecting, but just being the moment and being real honest.
So I started that way yesterday. My guitar, my handwriting in a book, and my first thoughts, about each subject most on my mind lately
a. being alone and not lonely
b. loving things, stupid things, like the Chrysler Building or Balloons
c. happiness
d. missing someone (needlessly)
e. feeling weird about being in my thirties and also having this stupid ciondition with my ear
f. sleep/ lack of sleep
g. awkwardness
h. thinking sex is weird
i. robots (have to have one song about robots for good measure)
j. trying to be well, (which is always a challenge if you are trying to be a good person too)
k. girls and how smart and funny and also cruel they are at the same time
l. how dumb men (in general, a s a sports species) are
m. technology
n. albert einstein and how every picture his eyes are laughing
o. knut, and why do i love knut
p. not having a real family but a stereo-typical 1980’s post punk disassociated family
q. zombies and the mall (both are awesome)
i have not done the rest of the alphabet yet.
Did you know the first alphabet used, in cuneiform, was by the Sumerians? very awesome and strange civilization. You can go to seminars about it at NYU- they are under the “Ancient Near East Studies” headers and it is usually a room of white haired awesome rabbi’s and scholars and a few people who saw Indiana Jones a few too many times and own comics like myself.
But I take “Origin of Man” studies very seriously. I mean, Anything- even Babylonian or Assyrian studies. They are all very relevant to knowing how we became “farmers” from “hunter/gatherer” type colonies of people.
I mean, when you see those first etches of bison on cave walls in photographs from so long ago, you must imagine the purpose of that hand, the motion of that wrist, and the eye of that soul- directing an electric current of longing. Maybe he loved the hunt, maybe famine had struck-
Either way, he was compelled to leave a trace, a sign, that somehow, even in the dark recesses of a cave, LIFE was mattering to him,
SO MUCH
that he would dignify his dreams
and make them symbols for others to see
in torch light
Noble
and
Cutting through the weeds of hesitation.
— (via ryanadams)
metallica.
i think i want to listen to them today but i keep coming up with songs. today is just weird. i mean, i don’t feel like writing today but i could just make good stuff all day. like exercise or whatever (analogy) some days you can just, you know, do THAT many push ups.
so, i am really really (besides probably over-caffeinated) inspired and I know i have to sit here and just work. Which makes me crazy. And want to listen to Metallica. And not even for any reason Metallica I would just really like to listen to “…and just for all” which is not really an existentialist crisis.
OH- FOOTNOTE- some one who has a website in Canada, Kara, said my blog is “Bi-Polar” again, (or maybe it is the same person from before…)
Well, Foggy, looks like you need to go see the head-doctor ( f.y.i. “Foggy” that is my blog’s name…shhhh, we are talking about Foggy like he’s not here, like Julia Robert’s famous hair salon scene in Steel Magnolia’s (perfect movie- would have turned into a portal into the sun if MLParker had been in it) .
It isn’t bi-polar. American’s have rather strange days as we do not have socialized healthcare nor are raised with that gentle appreciation of how time might pass “with us”. And I am a workaholic among other things. On a whole, I think the american experience is rather “up and down” as we are kind of born into this “survival of the fittest” “jungle-law” type society- ruled by capitalism. Which puts us on edge. Which makes us a crazy beautiful lot, work obsessed and lost and self-obsessed. Isn’t everybody looking into their life when they are not looking out? Fuck, I hope so. People sure waste a lot of time just sucking up television noise. And I don’t use a television. I wake up and read or make art or write or make songs or meet friends for lunch, or shop. I have to be “doing” something. I like things so much. Really. I do. It is kind of heartbreaking for me to know that about myself. I just love music, people, art. It all terrifies me too.
And as any New Yorker will tell you we are a rather edgy lot (I am not a native New Yorker- but I’m here, and you’ll have to drag my ass off the island which in my opinion makes me eligible). We live in quite a large bustling community among other communities and I think some daily improvising mentally and physically goes into a typical day.
So, maybe you might want to refer to my blog as “real” or “subject to human conditions reflecting a person willing to make a blog, and try, for whatever reason, to make that said thing meaningful and if possible, thought provoking. I choose myself as a willing candidate for my artistic endeavors as I know myself rather well and think it helps steer my art as far away from reactionary/ counter-critical art as possible.
The last thing the world needs is another artist making art about what they don’t like about art.
Fuck that.
Make art about what you like and don’t like about yourself. Then you are getting somewhere sunshine.
XX
i think i want to listen to them today but i keep coming up with songs. today is just weird. i mean, i don’t feel like writing today but i could just make good stuff all day. like exercise or whatever (analogy) some days you can just, you know, do THAT many push ups.
so, i am really really (besides probably over-caffeinated) inspired and I know i have to sit here and just work. Which makes me crazy. And want to listen to Metallica. And not even for any reason Metallica I would just really like to listen to “…and just for all” which is not really an existentialist crisis.
OH- FOOTNOTE- some one who has a website in Canada, Kara, said my blog is “Bi-Polar” again, (or maybe it is the same person from before…)
Well, Foggy, looks like you need to go see the head-doctor ( f.y.i. “Foggy” that is my blog’s name…shhhh, we are talking about Foggy like he’s not here, like Julia Robert’s famous hair salon scene in Steel Magnolia’s (perfect movie- would have turned into a portal into the sun if MLParker had been in it) .
It isn’t bi-polar. American’s have rather strange days as we do not have socialized healthcare nor are raised with that gentle appreciation of how time might pass “with us”. And I am a workaholic among other things. On a whole, I think the american experience is rather “up and down” as we are kind of born into this “survival of the fittest” “jungle-law” type society- ruled by capitalism. Which puts us on edge. Which makes us a crazy beautiful lot, work obsessed and lost and self-obsessed. Isn’t everybody looking into their life when they are not looking out? Fuck, I hope so. People sure waste a lot of time just sucking up television noise. And I don’t use a television. I wake up and read or make art or write or make songs or meet friends for lunch, or shop. I have to be “doing” something. I like things so much. Really. I do. It is kind of heartbreaking for me to know that about myself. I just love music, people, art. It all terrifies me too.
And as any New Yorker will tell you we are a rather edgy lot (I am not a native New Yorker- but I’m here, and you’ll have to drag my ass off the island which in my opinion makes me eligible). We live in quite a large bustling community among other communities and I think some daily improvising mentally and physically goes into a typical day.
So, maybe you might want to refer to my blog as “real” or “subject to human conditions reflecting a person willing to make a blog, and try, for whatever reason, to make that said thing meaningful and if possible, thought provoking. I choose myself as a willing candidate for my artistic endeavors as I know myself rather well and think it helps steer my art as far away from reactionary/ counter-critical art as possible.
The last thing the world needs is another artist making art about what they don’t like about art.
Fuck that.
Make art about what you like and don’t like about yourself. Then you are getting somewhere sunshine.
XX
— (via ryanadams)
