ORdinarY aNTI-imperaliSt REvolutionary

This song was written by my good friend Fefel. It’s about what we in Brazil call “esquerdomacho”, which is something like the oh-so-libertarian-and-left-thinking-guy who is actually a misogynyst like any other self indulging male. I thought I should share with the world since her music and her lyrics are both wonderful and have a very important message to send.

ORdinarY aNTI-imperaliSt REvolutionary
by Fefel

he told me everything about
the right prnciples of social justice and the fight for minorities, basic sociology
he wore a black shirt with white circles flags and anti-sayings on it
man-explained what should I know
how should i feel
what should I think

test me, test me
do I Worth it
test me test me
am I enough ?

tell me when
should I consent
do you want me to pretend
Im sooo dumm

(oh my god you’re my hero)

then we’re in bed
you make it dark
light a candle
your eyes they spark

I trust you, fool me
your ideals are now under trial, sir !

you hold me hard
then press my head
against your skin
metallic taste
against my will
you turn my FACE

test me, test me
do I Worth it
test me test me
am I enough ?

tell me when
should I consent
do you want me to pretend
Im sooo dumm

Anti-imperialism
revolutionary
just another sexist
you’re so ordinary !

acoustic isolation

There’s a song that sings
what I want to hear
But my mind is deaf
it shuttles off and scream

Alarm, bell, calling, pitch,
warning buzz, adverting whistle,
a shout, a conunseling tone:

My mind screams to alert
for trouble, whether is none
or one’s to come.

And I can’t hear that song.
It sounds, I collect, yet no
signal get to where it’s at:
dopamine stays still, soundproof deaf.

a pause to prose and pause (excerpts)

“A pause to prose and pause”

And so it comes that the poet can no longer bear to verse to punctuate to divide to paragraph rhythms allegories neither embellish.

Prose becomes necessary, also the pause that follows — to think because all that was written, though still true, was badly or mildly felt.

But he feels.

“Have you seen above?”

Oh! Have I seen land!
I’ve seen land, safe coasts
and green and
swimming waters

Throughout every sea
I’ve sailed or un-
shipped to…

Yet I have not seen ocean
in its almight
Pressure too much
The feel too much to enlight

(but frightful as it is
therein spreads life!)

“Despite it all”

Life has being a ever
growing puzzle of
beautiful pieces
each itself another puzzle.

It has presented itself to me
as fractals of Beauty and Tenderness
Yet I wait and long for its end since childhood.

so, what do you want?

You want to have a travel-through-time-and-space-and-become-a-more-warm-inside-person experience?

Watch Doctor Who.

Want to have a metaphysical yet loveful and human-consciousness-and-behavor-perceiving experience?

You read Murakami.

You want to have a completely blank experience or possibly just come out even worse than you started off?

Hug me.

a mad man with a box

“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect,” says the 10th Doctor (Tennant) in a 2007 episode. “But actually, from a nonlinear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey … stuff.”

My all time favorite actor isn’t in any of this videos. But if you do decide to watch an entire episode or the whole series, then it’s likely that you’ll get to meet him. But for now…

I would advise PAUSE THIS sometime between the middle and the end. This does look like some cheesy trailer.

then this is important and beautiful. because she, a friend, partner, companion, had forgotten him. but she knew, deep inside, how to bring the memories back.

Then there’s the soundtrack (not now) [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CYDgezeQas%5D [moog cover: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dV4yHbese8w%5D

And former actor Eccleston’s personal enjoyment and perceiving on the show:

“… at the heart of the series is a great innocence and decency and purity. I believe wholeheartedly in some of the lessons that you learn from the Doctor, about acceptance and greeting strange things with a sense of wonder, rather than fear and aggression. There is, at the heart of it, a celebration of difference. In the end, the Doctor has to deal with the Slitheen and the Gelth, but initially he gives them the benefit of the doubt. I like that. In cynical times, it’s a good, positive thing to make television about.”

Oh but please, imagine a perfect actor playing depressed lonely Vincent Van Gogh troughout an episode and then just watch this and forget all of the rest. And remember: this is Van Gogh. He just doesn’t know everyone and all the world knows it yet.

deep thoughts

Everytime I see some weird looking pattern that could be an unknown language, or any written language unknown to me, I think “This could plain well be some message from the Devil himself”

And then I think that the message would be something like

“I hope you had a great summer! Don’t forget to change the kitty’s water. Hugs & Kisses!”

unreleased track: “Fell in Love in Jonestown”

Fell in love in Jonestown
Her hair was dark red
her eyes were brown

I fell in love in Jonestown
Wanna go talk to her
But I just don’t know how

But crops grow
crops grow tall
and love grows
wide

Harvest, harvest
work for the all and
all works for all

Love grows, love grows
Love grows forever
in Jonestown

Now I’m off to her shed
Oh, we are to be wed!
No more wander alone
No more playing pretend
This is the day love comes
And I’m gonna get laid

The drink is bitter, but
sweet is our love
I cannot breath or move
Who got me laid?

Love lies forever
in Jonestown