Know Something #1

“Art is not about subjects, but about ways of seeing subjects.” —V. A. Kolve.

If you asked me a year ago, I could tell you with an odd uncertainty that was rather definite to my listener, exactly what my aspiritions were. Since then, little-by-little, month-by-month and day-by day, the wandering soul and mind of a foreign man has crept into, and found a home, in my heart and mind. Some of you have searched and found a tangible, tasteful, and beautiful seed of hope to believe in. Donald Fink, later to become a prominent electrical engineer, was selected as the best orator in his county at a high school competition. Like many of you, Fink was destined for something successful. I have come to realize that the most authentic form of belief I can muster is the belief in you. I believe in the simple form of love throughout life and throughout you, all of you. Live to love, and love to live. Believe in life as if it is the only truth.

I Found Love (May 2009)

I found love down under

beneath all the sand and clay.

She said, “I’ll be your thunder”

if, only, you would light the way.

From then, we went to the surface

and became a blooming tree.

We sang a perfect song,

and sang in perfect harmony.

We sang, “Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh”

I found life in anything, and everything I’d seen.

She found life in all, and said it came from me.

She can’t believe she found a love to last her life long.

But, I believe it and I’ll simply sing it in a song!

“Oh, oh,oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh…”

Know Nothing #1

On this day in 1855 the U.S. Congress voted to appropriate $200,000 for continuance of the work on the Washington Monument. The next morning the resolution was tabled and it would be 21 years before Congress would vote on funds again. Work was continued by the Know-Nothing Party in charge of the project… I guess that was a Metaphysics stage for Congress… 

This is my Know-Nothing blog strand… Or, in other terms, the “non-lyrical” portion of my blog.

I don’t like to ramble too much alone here at the keyboard, so unless you call me up or meet me in person, here’s what you get:

Stochastic Dialogue #1 entitled: Commitment

A: So, are you coming on Thursday?

B: Yes. Assuming I can.

A: Assuming? … Why would you assume you wouldn’t?

B: Well, Im not assuming I wouldn’t… only that I possibly couldn’t. That’s all.

A: Well, assuming that you commit, you wouldn’t have to assume otherwise.

B: Yes. However, that would leave you assuming I’d come and me neglecting the assumption of happenchance for little finance or other opportunity.

A: Well, commitment is essential. It gives me the assurance that even if a better opportunity for you arrives, you would casually deny it considering you’ve already committed to MY cause.

B: Well, obviously therein lies the problem: COMMITMENT. … Not that I’m non-devotional but I don’t want to be misleading in any way…

A: mmhmm…

B: But, more than likely, I’ll Fucking go!

A: Good…

B: …

A: I understand your need to keep your options open… A fun party, cooler friends, prettier girls, etc. However, commitment exercises discipline and responsibility – both commendable attributes.

B: Ohhh… Well, in that case there’s a small chance I’ll go. … assuming I can.

Expression #4

Bad love is no life. Good love is like water for the soul. Let it go. Live as blue as the ocean. Live as white as snow. Let it go.

…continued from December 1, 2008:

“From now on I will provide two pieces I have written in each post. One from the archives, and another written recently.” -link: http://andreweidson.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/its-simple-expression/

I decided to post two songs. One from 2004 and one from a couple of months ago. It’s interesting the mental beanstalk we climb as we get older. It seems to me that the only difference now in this world is the amount of smile and the excess of style. Anyway, here’s two examples of the jack I’ve become…

4a.) From the archives:

CULTIVATED: (Adalia-2004)

I STAND CORRECTED.

Trying to define your reason, but the landscape is changing.

The annual regret has passed. Dividend being gained by profit.

You entered this heart with a drizzle of affection, if you leave embrace a downpour of regression.

I STAND CORRECTED.

The seems you weren’t have become the beliefs you are.

I hope you see disappointment in my silence.

I stand corrected by your false motives, of true heart, that have planted my desires.

4b.) Fairly recently written for Chanticleer Fox

(ME)(NO MATTER)(YOU):

If you tell them, tell them all. And tell the truth: that I loved you.

And when you tell them, hold your pride. Because it’s my expense on which you lie.

So, if you stay tonight at least for awhile, I can say you’re mine at least for the time.

And the sun will never stop.

But if you you lay without me, I surely doubt he can be the one you can live without.

I’m afraid I’m losing it all.

Your love was like the dust in a cottage house. The wind brought it in, but the men just swept it out.

I swear I’m coming home. But, in that case, it could be anywhere.

So, if you stay tonight at least for awhile, I can say you’re mine at least for the time.

And the sun will never stop.

But if you you lay without me, I surely doubt he can be the one you can live without.

I’m afraid I’m losing it all.

(_)

We are just dressed up whores, who claim to have a love for the Lord.

But we don’t even know his name.

Yes, we are just dressed up whores, who claim to have a love for the Lord.

But we don’t even know his name.

What are we searching for? What are we fighting for?

Expression #3

…continued from December 1, 2008:

“From now on I will provide two pieces I have written in each post. One from the archives, and another written recently.” -link: http://andreweidson.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/its-simple-expression/

3a.) From the archives:

I OUTTA’ BIOGRAPHY: (written 2005/06-ish)

I wanna make the lane. STANDSTILL.

I wanna make the lane, I know you’ll see.

I wanna take the lane. STANDSTILL.

I wanna take the lane I know you’ll see.

And your see’s will repeat.

I couldn’t write the fights that light the sights in your eyes.

But I’ve tried to save the fade that has laid the grave by your name.

And your see’s will repeat.

I’ve proved my before’s with the more’s and more’s I intend to store, and store and store…

Controversy, you want controversy?

STANDSTILL. I’ll prove to be a standstill.

And your see’s will repeat.

And he says, “Where is the rising now?”

3b.) Recent story (in prose) about Aunt E. Cris (fiction)

Hell Hound (October 26, 2008):

Fellow man. Oh, my fellow man.

You slouch with such infection.

To let all those around, especially we of high philosophy,

know how disgusted they should feel.

They found hundreds of witches…

Boy, you slouch as heavy as the dust that stands on itself upon your shelf.

Health food is what you eat when you hate to look at your feet.

Stones are what you grow when life has nothing you can throw.

They found, they found hundreds of witches…

LET! the boy make his choice.

Let him live, sing, laugh, dance, prophesy, and rejoice.

The future came and went…bah badum, bah badum.

LET! the dogs protect the gate.

Let them run, jump, bite, thump, penetrate and PERMEATE.

The future came and went…bah badum, bah badum.

They found, they found…they found, they found…

Hundreds of witches, hundreds of witches

but they just let them down.

Yes, hundreds of witches, hundreds of Armageddon-searchers-of-the-crown.

Expression #2

…continued from December 1, 2008:

“From now on I will provide two pieces I have written in each post. One from the archives, and another written recently.” -link: http://andreweidson.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/its-simple-expression/

2a.) From the archives:

CHECK YOUR AGENDER! or “My heart like claws about her jaws” (written 2004-ish)

I’m in a state of soft surrender

and giving up is something I breathe new

it’s the self I lack to render

and the lack of self I have to brew

So, as simple as a line becomes a curve

I’ll present you with all that you deserve

And feel the feet that kept us moving

admit to the ground we’re running on

Advance to the sound of our plan

and don’t forget the wonder in our hands

let me cycle, let me find her

I met your words before they met your throat

we have the lips that align in hope

I threw the hug that deserved a heart

and you caught my intentions from the start

Don’t you dare fall behind

because I’ve not found fault in our design.

I’ve grown used to being in love

and her love grows more used to being in me

2b.) A recent post written while cleaning my room

November, 2008:

What’s the deal with growing old,

if you’re only doing what you’re told.

Because there’s no hope in giving up

if you’ve found your love but just lost hope.

I won’t sing another tune

unless the song I sing is for you

Hear the sound above.

It’s a steady ring of love.

Lean on me, you’re my child.

Lean on me, it’s ok.

Lean on me,you’re my child.

Lean on me, I’m awake.

And we will take our shapes down to the biggest clear ocean,

touch our lips to the sound of life-long motion.

Yes, we will fight all the lines and become our own story.

Until time has our minds and our love says, “It’s glorious…”

It’s simple: expression.

I have successfully, and positively (or negatively?) been convinced to create a blog. I’ll tell you what I do not intend on doing within this process. I do not intend on giving anyone, especially myself, a day-by-day account on my life. I do not intend on trying to sound smarter, more sophisticated, more popular, or more ingenious than those of the world wide web (I give you credit). The only thing I really do intend on accomplishing is my own expression within and throughout the things I have written. That’s really it. It’s basically all lyrical. If you want to tell me what you think, you can. In fact, I encourage it! But, nonetheless, it is what it is. So, I’ll be fine either way.

Whatever the case, thanks for reading.

-Brett

From now on I will provide two pieces I have written in each post. One from the archives, and another written recently.

1a.) From the Archives:

…When it’s Awwthentic… (written 2004-ish)

Slow down, and let me drown

you with the thoughts on how

we were supposed to feel this doubt.

Slow down, and let the thoughts in your head

match the things you said

when you fell down.

We’ve got it, it’s all in the plan…

and if we can’t make it, who can say they can?

I’m cutting corners, creating compromise

to make it warmer, to find you safe inside.

The prize is so far, but so easy to obtain

and the prize is easy when you both feel the same way.

You’ll spend all day breaking us down

to, then get home, and admit I’m around.

I promise you I don’t intend to be walking out,

walking out… walking out on our love tonight.

And, believe it or not, I just want you to believe.

Because, beauty does not equal impurity,

and with love there’s always clarity.

You may mean the world to me,

but, to you and me, the world is mean.

Because, in the calm before the storm, he’s calmly stormed in before.

I know we’ve sat and watched the time go by.

Well, time is short, and the revolution’s gotta revolute tonight.

1b.) A recent song regarding the infamous Sue S. Side:

November 18, 2008

She’s a rope hanging ten feet in the trees

and I’m the note, wrote with eyes pressed in the knees.

We’ll keep watching, waiting for those better days…

to come along.

He’s the joke that tore the insides to the bone

and I’m the choke. The disease that never left alone…

Just go outside, press that iron in your side.

Let the politicians lie, and let the soul be ALIVE!

We’ll keep watching, waiting for those better days…

to come along.

It’s a crazy saying that you’ll feel no pain.

But hate is just the love that you don’t claim.