"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
Stab the Messenger During “boisterous play between friends,” a 9-year-old boy at St Anne’s Primary School in Denton, Manchester, England, was accidentally cut with a letter opener “which had inadvertently been brought into school in a pencil case by another child,” head teacher Glenys Dyer says. The boy’s injury was minor, but Dyer took strong, decisive action: the boy who “inadvertently” brought the letter opener was suspended for at least six weeks and, Dyer says, “the school has banned students from bringing pencil cases to school.” (Manchester Evening News) ...The pen is mightier than the sword, but at least the sword has a sheath. Available in This is True: Book Collection Vol. 11
