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By Johannes de silentio
Philosophy: textbooks may vary, but kudos to the Greats.
4 videos, 11 songs
Mumford Sons I Will Wait
Someone that matters sang this to me once. I have been sung it since then. It still matters though just that one time.
I will wait.
Someone sang this to me once.
I sang this. Then found the clip.
Thing is: satire is maybe sentiment, worn so the sweetness doesn't overwhelm. Here that peace is the object the singer imagines another is deep enough to desire for her gets me.
I can't find the words (danced by Maddie Ziegler)
It is that we control our own hands only, as in what is written, or held; such that we balance in ourselves our interests, in that decision, that choice is renewed again, and again, every day of every one of our lives.
Highway 61 Revisited
According to one of Kierkegaard’s translators, Alastair Hannay, Bob Dylan’s take on the parable behind Fear and Trembling is “A modern consciousness” reading “an anti-social parable of destruction and raw power.” And that Dylan, or rock and roll, demonstrated “Faith, obedience, and mercy have here given way to disbelief, arbitrariness, and intimidation.” Hannay maybe missed the part where Dylan was, some 100 years after Kierkegaard’s death, writing himself into the dialogue, as Kierkegaard had, to parse meaning from being born into an inherited tradition/story/paradox. In terms of anti-social modernity, my read is that Kierkegaard and Dylan would have been pals.
If this sounds familiar, it means you might have a snapshot of swings at nighttime, or rain pouring, (Chasing Amy but not like the era of flannel shirts/grungy hair). Vinyl in a quality, maybe, as while the group, Coal, disbanded, Stay persists, for me; it is ineffable but lives closest to the way her voice breaks and she powers through, that transcends even the lyrics (that is a huge win for a vocalist, coming from me). It needn't be about Chasing Amy or the dramatic situation as told, but connected to pounding a cinder block wall with a rolled up yoga mat, in a peculiar dorm, designed to confuse and disorient. The wall was unharmed. Incidentally, so was the yoga mat. (Man, Sartre says, unlike a hammer, in essence v. function).
Simultaneously making (by undercutting) her argument, the clarity of Calise’s voice is the sonic equivalent of Maddie’s pointed to perfection toe, or the arc of her spine; what elevates both here is the pairing; as it is almost impossible to believe that little dancer has actually ever been hurt that way. And that a priori self is couched in Calise, and so then, us all. (If music and philosophy are required to reconnect souls to bodies, now and then. Or what we love; when I was her age, I loved pink pigs. I still do).
No envy no fear
A sparkling quality to this man’s tenor; the way the sun is on this particular morning, not trying too hard, just on the grass, green and a little yellowed in places, as it’s summer. And maybe it’s alright that for whatever reason you couldn’t sleep in. There’s nothing that actually needs to get done, it’s Sunday. Or there’s a lot that might get done, Existentialists that there is no being, all of us, always, on our way to becoming… maybe starting again then with a song.
Sound of Silence
Right: according to my (self-annotated) copy of Fear & Trembling from freshmen year, Johannes de silentio is the ‘pseudoname’ of Soren Kierkegaard. Pseudonym (though I have a mental block on the spelling, which actually says much in the way of a Freudian slip, for an aspiring writer). This song was my dad’s favorite first, and is still among my ranks of my own best lists. Considering it’s almost the 4th, I’ll say that in this clip the lyric is the same: ‘the people bowed and prayed to the neon Gods they made. And the sign flashed its’ warning…’ but in the intro there’s talk of fireworks, that made it play differently for me, this time around.
In the Sun
These gates, you may or may not recognize, but they are in Providence. The tradition goes that you march in and out of the gates I think; I myself just marched out, having started at an unusual time. Joseph Arthur had this song on the soundtrack to the original Bourne identity, such that a friend of mine who had got me started on him when he was actually unknown foretold he’d really hit big time, though the actual romantic scene set to this was one of the alternative endings, included on the DVD, but that did not get optioned. And it is a beautiful song, Plato (in that recognition is how we know harmony), feels true, in this application...
The Real You
Thus spoke Zarathustra. (My wild Wisdom became pregnant upon lonely mountains; upon rough rocks she bore her young, her youngest. Now she runs madly through the cruel desert and seeks and seeks for the soft grassland- my old, wild Wisdom! Upon the soft grassland of your hearts, my friends! – upon your love she would like to bed her dearest one!”). Nietzsche is a landing place for me. Also Joseph Arthur.
Stairway to Heaven
Being and Nothingness, Jean-Paul Sartre, “Precogito: the Ego (‘I,’ ‘me’) does not come into existence until original conscious has been made object of reflection.” I wrote that with a star in my copy, when I was a freshman in college. Also I never outgrew Sartre, or Led Zeppelin, so there. (I may have outgrown the crush I had on Plant. But then again...)
The Sickness unto Death (loosely translated)
Who dressed these piglets? The tigress (really Brits?) is not fooled by the fake fur onesies, snouts are what won her over, truth told. And if I’ve also got a weakness for waxing philosophical, I’ll go ahead and quote; “The biggest danger, that of losing oneself, can pass off in the world as quietly as if it were nothing; every other loss, an arm, a leg… is bound to be noticed.” Still, I’ll wager momma pig noticed all her piglets were missing/tigress bound?
A remake of fear and trembling
Admittedly, I have a thing for baby pigs. But if a little part of your heart doesn’t turn itself up at this, then (exhibit A) you may be (temporarily) soul challenged. Like it is hot out; maybe someone cut you off on the expressway, and cute things further inflame/enrage. I recommend ice cubes, down your shirt, if need be. Then try back again tomorrow.
topiat inc. 2013