Case in point

It's incredibly ambitious. We just do not see this from main stream artists. So much so that the title "artist" for the mainstream seems a ridiculous parody and slap in the face of any true artist. But here, we are proved incorrect.

A little madness goes a long way with me however, so you can make your own judgments. I am happy to give credit where I think it's due, and this qualifies...as awesome and crazy...qualifies as crazy awesome.

And to be fair, though I can appreciate it on another level, the following is crazy and awesome, but not crazy awesome. And surely not what I deem madness.

But it's hilarious.

So eccentric.

I still don't like people being made fun of though. Sometimes I suspect this type of crazy just doesn't even get it. Is genuinely void of any self-awareness. I get caught up in questions of the virtue of that kind of insanity. This is why 'madness' is my foundation, because it is opposite of this, it is self awareness without ego, it is ego without pride, it is counterintuitive and such called 'madness' by the many passers by, but surely those who sit with me, or will sit with me; those who break bread with me, make love with me, share jokes with me, they understand why it is, that The Madman Laughs at Everything

I digress, my sweetest princess.

Power Monster

I'll go ahead and say it. The new Kanye West album is good, if not great. Kanye is truly a crazy person, driven thus possibly by his overflowing talent for making a beat. Professional, begins to describe it. Really entertaining, gets close. Truly stimulating, I believe captures it.

This video, though "outdated" now, is pretty boss. It was done very well live on SNL as well.

Take a moment to see one of our contemporary mad-genius artists; appreciating it at least for what it is, versus just for one's own personal palate.

Sacren

All spaces have the potential to be made sacred. I, however, find it more accurate to say that all spaces are inherently sacred, and that we have the potential to recognize, and dwell within that newly recognized 'sacristy'.

Walking around or working; in my car or at home - wherever or whenever - life sometimes suddenly stops detracting from life, and instead, serves as a reminder of that potential for the Holy. The elevation and simultaneous grounding; pride living in an environment of humility - one outlasting the other. Like human life and planet Earth. Dust to dust, dance to dance, so on and so on.

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on" - Robert Frost

SE7EN

Hollis Brown

He lived on the outside of town

Hollis Brown

He lived on the outside of town

With his wife and five children

And his cabin brokin' down.

You looked for work and money

And you walked a rugged mile

You looked for work and money

And you walked a rugged mile

Your children are so hungry

That they don't know how to smile.

Your baby's eyes look crazy

They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve

Your baby's eyes look crazy

They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve

You walk the floor and wonder why

With every breath you breathe.

The rats have got your flour

Bad blood it got your mare

The rats have got your flour

Bad blood it got your mare

If there's anyone that knows

Is there anyone that cares ?

You prayed to the Lord above

Oh please send you a friend

You prayed to the Lord above

Oh please send you a friend

Your empty pocket tell you

That you ain't a-got no friend.

Your babies are crying louder now

It's pounding on your brain

Your babies are crying louder now

It's pounding on your brain

Your wife's screams are stabbin' you

Like the dirty drivin' rain.

Your grass is turning black

There's no water in your well

Your grass is turning black

There's no water in your well

Your spent your last lone dollar

On seven shotgun shells.

Way out in the wilderness

A cold coyote calls

Way out in the wilderness

A cold coyote calls

Your eyes fix on the shotgun

That's hangin' on the wall.

Your brain is a-bleedin'

And your legs can't seem to stand

Your brain is a-bleedin'

And your legs can't seem to stand

Your eyes fix on the shotgun

That you're holdin' in your hand.

There's seven breezes a-blowin'

All around the cabin door

There's seven breezes a-blowin'

All around the cabin door

Seven shots ring out

Like the ocean's pounding roar.

There's seven people dead

On a South Dakota farm

There's seven people dead

On a South Dakota farm

Somewheres in the distance

There's seven new people born.

- Bob Dylan, The Ballad of Hollis Brown

I fucking knew it.

I Am Harry Potter from Daniel Radcliffe

Sometimes, there is little else to say...

Someone told me

They tell me that our lives are not worth much
They pass in an instant as roses wither
They tell me that Time that slips by is a bastard,
That of our problems he makes coats
However, someone told me...

That you still love me
It was someone who told me that you still love me
Could it be possible then?

They tell me that destiny makes fun of us,
That it gives us nothing and promises all
It seems that happiness is within reach,
so you reach out and find yourself mad
However, someone told me...

(chorus)

But who was it who told me that you still loved me?
I don't remember, it was late at night,
I can still hear the voice, but can't see the features any more,
"He loves you, it's a secret, don't tell him I told you!"
You see, someone told me...

That you still love me. Did someone really tell me...
That you still love me, so could it really be possible?

They tell me that our lives are not worth much,
They're over in an instant, as roses wither.
Someone told me that Time that slips by is a bastard,
that from our sadnesses he makes coats.
However, someone told me...

Mmmm. One of the reasons I LOVE Astronomy!!!

The final line in this video is what I'm saying

(besides the sciencegasm)

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I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)

I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

-E.E. Cummings

Aquiline

I'm twenty-eight now, young, and not so young. A sophomore, a 'wise fool' by definition. Life is finally getting somewhere near something. I am doing some things, that's about all I know - and even that I do not know. Maybe some things are just happening and I am in their way? A filter of a human being for a universal mechanism to play out; a cog and a wheel, oft fancying himself driver and mechanic.

If I am my own biggest fan, then I am also my own deepest critic. So I seek one who knows my movements before I know I will make them, which is to say, an enemy. One whose movements I learn by heart, so that we may continually try and surprise one another. Not just any enemy, but my enemy, which is to say, my lover; but wherein lies my ability to battle? My vestments are loose, and armor aches to shine through it's tears. A rosary hangs like a sword, a crucifix like a bow and arrow. I, once action and reaction, have become response.

I pray to learn enjoyment in the wrestle; the inside grasping the outside - grasping the inside; both threatening to take one another down - a mixture of earth and sky - tectonic plates locked in a warriors embrace with dark and electric clouds. The ocean flows out, up through my throat. I breathe deeply now days. At times clenching my jaw to draw in more air - my eyebrows arch, my nerves focus, my cells prepare for romance, and war. Alas, one must have a good nose...