"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."
Walt Whitman (1819-92)
"When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break."
Akhenaton (d. c.1354 BC)
And now, the current weather, from some random person we pulled off the street:
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Soluble Words
This one is a break from my normal, hope you like it. Soluble Words, by Ken Andrews, is a song about failed communication. The song talks about words falling to the ground, having no meaning, in other words dissolving like they never existed. I wanted to have a visual illustrating this, so it came to me, what better visual than that of people dissolving into each other? And the software was able to give it a nice watery fluid feel too.
Enjoy. Here's the lyrics:
Soluble Words Ken Andrews What did you say? I heard soluble words They flew out of your face Then fell back to earth
Inaudible sounds Get carried away Can't you tell that I know your game You've got nothing to say
Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can i pretend to think That what you say is meaningful Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole
What did you say? I heard questionable sounds They dropped out of your mouth Then fell to the ground
What are you fighting for? What could it be? I don't know, but I don't think you'll mind All the extra money
Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can i pretend to think That what you say is meaningful Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole
What did you say? I heard questionable sounds They flew out of your face Then dropped to the ground
Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can i pretend to think That what you say is meaningful Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole
Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can i pretend to think That what you say is meaningful Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole
An empty hole
Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home
Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home
Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home
And You Thought U.S. Courts Were Bad When he was 9 years old, Carl Murphy, was trespassing at a warehouse near Liverpool, England, and fell through the roof of the building. He fell 40 feet and suffered a massive skull fracture. Four years ago, the Murphy family sued the building’s owner, claiming that if the site had a better security fence to keep him out, he wouldn’t have been injured. The court bought it: he was awarded 567,000 pounds (US$1.06 million), and got the payout the day he turned 18. “After all I’ve been through, I feel I really deserve this money,” Murphy says. “The papers just call me a yob and a thug because I’ve been done for robbery and assault but those were just silly stupid little things, like.” He plans to spend his cash on a “flash car” and “a big house so I have a place to live with me mum when she gets out of jail.” (London Telegraph, London Times) ...Tip to Murphy’s new neighbors: install a good security fence — around his house. Available in This is True: Book Collection Vol. 11
