I wrote a poem/prose about how I can’t explain at all the extent of how beautiful everything is,
"When I was young I dabbled with the colours of the rainbow.
Our limbs grew to keep those around us closer, a prevailing light, black and white; seven billion colours masked in between, hidden by an agenda that would let them be seen.
Like many before, I entwined myself in spectra of the world. I left perplexed to how we could reflect and unveil the sheer complexity of what was seen.
Explanations led to incoherency and inconsistency, the less I tried, the more ineffable it became.
It seems it should be that way, undiluted and transparent. To sentence such beauty with the blanket of our tongues, we are cursed to the black and white initially seen.
Beautiful thinking reflecting our ineffable spectrum, a shade could not hide as I again dabbled in patterns, rainbows, and palettes.
Collectively, we are the beauty we blind ourselves to see.”
TTNG - 220.127.116.11.0
Baths - Obsidian
Native - Orthodox
Starvation - S/T
Queens of the Stone Age - Like Clockwork
Son Lux - Lanterns
Seahorse Divorce - S/T
Summer Policy - S/T
Comadre - S/T
Carb on Carb - Ladies Mile
— Isaiah Berlin,Russian Thinkers (via inbetweenspace)
RE: Russell Brand sensationalism.
They read him like a book
his pages were torn & I spat on the blurb
Studying broken literature
sprawling images to where these stories, mysteries lead
The author is your critic
except he’s colour blind!
He’s colour blind
Your painting is his mirror
and he can’t recognise!
But who’s to say!
the pages were ripped out anyway
a piece of himself you’ll never read
and a piece of himself he will never see
This is a library
Some of these books are still intact
and all our patrons are authors
Some of them blind with sunglasses of different shades and colours
Some proudly wearing bandannas over their eyes, given by their mothers
Or did they tie it themselves?
their palms would have been more effective
Laughing as they vandalize their own thoughts
To test our integrity or a cue to paint?
Transparency at your discretion
a confusing, beautiful invention
regardless of truth
it’s still a piece of you