The Celebration of the Anarchic Equinox

Green Day Concert Review

The celebration of the green equinox began with the procession of jet to please the God's of the Southern Land, the rabid fans were collecting in the mosh pits, the howling began as the God's entered the Acer Shrine and began to play in order to please the ravenous mass, and at that moment we entreted the rusted gates of utopia, in short, Green Day was an astounding event

The land was filled with both young and old worshippers, the time was dawning when the

 celebration would begin and the area was filled either with Gen. Y followers or the new tweeny recruits accompanied by parents. The atmosphere failed to reach the excitement one would feel at a rebellion or a true punk concert, but Gre

en Day has all the elements of a brilliant night of liberation from the normal Sydney routines. The night began with Jet introducing the feeling of high energy 

beats with classics such as "Are you gonna be my girl?" and "She's a Genius", although they lacked the full support of the crowd who were mostly awaiting the main event, or the God's of Mainstream Punk. Finally they arrived to the ravenous and adrenaline filled crowd, beginning with a proper introduction to the entire concept of their new album, "Song of the Century", the whole event seemed to reflect this sense of evaluation about our current political situation but also a sense of temporary bliss or ignorance during the concert, of enlightening through non-violent means, all the ideologies in the album were conveyed of collective revolt and being proud to be a minority, although all of us knew that after the concert of free expression we would return to a moulded life of a muted voice and a pre-recorded soundtrack to our lives. "East Jesus Nowhere" was a brilliant thread to connect everyone with off-key shouting and fists violently thrown into the air, even though the song does explore religious mind control, the actual scene during the song seemed to reflect a punk ritual where this reaction of the masses symbolized our support and worship of Green Day as our saviour from such a constrained reality and society. The covers helped especially Gen Y connect with nostalgia and the youth to appreciate the brilliant serenade of the past that once represented a whole era, it was a moment of re-incarnation of even Green Day's influence with "Satisfaction" from the Rolling Stones, which truly satisfied the crowds hunger for some classics and "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath which captured the whole essence of limitless enjoyment and hedonistic pursuits. 

But I think for most "minority" was the true dessert to consume during the night and fitted the whole appetite for anarchic mischief, even in the seats many stood up and went into the aisles to dance or move in an insane fashion- the choice of many- whilst Billie belted out the classical lyrics of "I want to be the m

inority" with the crowd accompanying him, although they tend

ed to belt it out rath

er than sing. The floor was vibrating, the air was thick with enthusiasm and the light was distorted and perfect. King for a Day provided some much welcomed change with humour and Tre Cool dressing up like Katy Perry, to the pleasure of every male and female, because that red bra was undoubtedly attractive, whilst Billie chose the traditional attire of a crown, which was a change from his previous attire of a santa hat (the christmas wish of many fans-Billie with a Santa hat under their tree) .

"Boulevard of Broken Dreams" was a time to embrace the person next to you, even if it was a grown stranger. It was a normally foreign experience (since we tend not to hug strangers)  but a true of solemn connection. Through these overwhelming and sentimental moments, you forget the violence and disappointment in the world, because you realize why Green Day has become such an icon; their relevance and ability to empathize with others through narrative tales. These moments bring a sense of temporary bliss throughout the whole battlefield that "Know your enemy" and "Holiday" 

created before, a truce in a concert of revolt. That is why "Wake me up when September ends" and "Time of Your life" were such fitting way to end the whole protest, as it allowed us time to re-connect with others around us, with our own thoughts and views, so that we could see the horizon that lies ahead of us without the loud rhythms or screams. It allowed the whole arena to end the night through enlightenment and following the dissonant beats with their hands in the air, a metaphor for the whole crowd letting go of their anger against the government, society, or for some Tweenies, their parents. But ofcourse for some the Green Day concert was just an opportunity to enjoy some high quality music to accompany their evening of sweat, screams and rhythmic jumps. Overall if it was our last night on earth, it would have been an acceptable one, with a last meal of prose embedded in lyrics, narratives with high energy music, ballads that brings tears to even the sunken and void individual and the motion of a generation filled with the original grain of the need for freedom, Green Day would satisfy even the gluttonous with such last meal. 

(Although the night for me only ended after meeting my idolatries near the rusted gates of heaven in the loading dock with a pole dance from tre cool :D)

PS- Even though i did not have a mosh pit position, the seats still remained a great place to celebrate, although some were more concerned with their alcohol intake than the actual concert and those who chose to sit during the whole concert, i only have one question for them- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? You are at a Green Day concert, a band that you are meant to react to with uncontrolled movement and pure healthy madness, you are not viewing an affluent and sophisticated piece of opera meant to be enjoyed with the focus of all senses. 

Example no.1- The Legend of the Savage Social Beast

-Observing the Endangered Social Creature-

Humans are often described as social creatures, prowling with stealth in their communities, conversations feed their inner need to satisfy their diet, whilst they consume ideas and concepts. This is the diet of the common species of a social human. Then there are those agoraphobic creatures which lurk in the crevice of solitude, entertained in their temporary havens, relying on their own defenses on keeping them somewhat sane. I have come to embrace my new diet of solitude and it's isolated fingers comforting my by the revelation that I have my own abilities and interest to fill that void space of my weekends. I do not need to rely on that innate fear of loneliness that forced me to meet acquaintances who after a certain period became yet another monotonous part of my social marks. The whole concept up social actions are driven by a competitive factor, one is almost marked by the available people to spend their time with. 

But what I have observed through all those species is that they force themselves to be communicators rather than accepting that humans can rely on isolation to provide them with interests, this force that forces us to surround with others, leaves us vacant inside yearning for new experiences, hence the trend that can be observed of sudden shift in habitat, sustenance and social diet. This is the exact condition that I have found to be suffering from through an epiphany, I had realized that I get tedious of people I have know for more than let;'s say approximately half a year. 

I start to notice their flaws from such a close stance, they let me observe their mistakes, their opinions which are far too controversial to consume, or too stale to enjoy. Hence I found my best friends or allies to me, that are the most compatible for a time being, was acquaintances who I tried my hardest after a period to isolate myself in order not to feel attached. And thus I cannot make close friendships, as I am aware of the fact, that by nature and instinct that I will start to isolate myself from the person, no matter their personality, after a period of time. This I think is an instinctive reflection on my personality which after being fed years of socializing now craves solitude. 

Ofcourse what I usually do is try different flavours of temperaments, surrounding myself with the creature for a few weeks, spending time and recording and dissecting every strand of their behaviour, depart from their normal habitat, or in simple terms not make any sign of communications towards them, and after a few weeks try to regain their friendships, repeating these steps. These measures are taken in order for my to control a disease know as isolation, I feel a few weeks of separation cleanses friendships, even gives it a chance to build up an immune system against my often cruel tactics of abandonment. 

This blog is for all my friends who I have continually subjected to this sudden abandonment, especially in the school environment where such constant close proximity often forces me to do so. 

I have been at my home for approximately 2 weeks in solitude, relying on myself to entertain, from such common activities as reading or writing, to more complex such as interpreting, the once desolate field, where all interest decayed, trampled on by the force to keep myself fascinated about a topic my friend had raved about for weeks, where all brilliance has been poisoned by those words of pure vacancy, regurgitating the same sentences, concepts, and ideas, whilst not realizing.

Isolation has allowed me to thrive with new understanding of my needs and expectations. 

Hence I shall live and flourish in the life of the Isolated Scholar, keeping but a distant thread to weave friendships with, sometimes staining it with spiteful words, fragmenting it with dissonant  signals, or breaking it with sudden abandonment of interest. I shall start the diet of the Solitary Scholar, the Isolated Little prince, or the abandoned hermit, hiding under the temporary yet comforting haven of self reflection and distance.  I know when my friends or acquaintances start to speak, under their bland monotone voices or roars of convincing arguments , forcing concepts on topics on me, my muted pleads cannot be heard.

For when you are far from the ferocious community of ravenous hyenas ready to strike new and violent conversations, there is no need to force yourself to fit into ones image of a perfect companion in socialization, and in my room I am certainly far from the habitat of the savage social creature.

Susan- Continuing her study of Solitude 

QUOTES-

One can only walk the path of revelations, once he or she has paved the road with commitment.

The Diet of the Rabid Social Creature is always brutal, ripping and shredding any idea which conflicts, the beast results, ironically, to violence rather than words. 

The Social Beast's sentences are sharp with spite, the words lacerating, dripping with the blood of the weary and reserved. 

PS- Don't worry Andy, this is not regarding you.

The Perspective of the Blinded

Solitude...the single word that can capture the essence of the human condition.

I have become acquainted with this dear ally, a synonym for the long suffering poet, widowed from inspiration. And I have embraced this fitting concept, such a lonely comfort sitting here in the utter yet daunting silence of the bathroom floor which over the many spaces that I could have chosen became my practice, my studio, my office, my study, for gazing at this forsaken space, I feel content, knowing that no one shall disturb my ravings. Here I can dissect and examine every strand of but monotonous experiences and find that single thread which can weave mere excitement, but with all this lacerating sentences and deep cuts of self discovery, all that may be left is a ruined body of thought. Well I may be a surgeon in thi

s situation, a patient in the next scene, but ofcourse casualties are 

remembered in all great scenes, for they dare to escape to their temporary haven rather than risk the cruel slaughter that reality has predicted for them. Solitude has caused exactly the situation I am confronted with, it has been what I cherished and hoped for, moments of self importance, where upon my ideas c

annot be diluted yet cannot advance by critique either. It has led me to a frontier which offers no growth, as there are no obvious challenges, it has engraved me with all that I have know, but did not carve enough to cause the agony of yearning. I have been placed in a purgatory hell, well not to sound too drastic although when the incessant sound of typing occupies all relevant action, it does cause quite a stir, and dramatic movements. Social interactions have become as foreign as the prospect of communication. Ofcourse I have engaged in idle conversation but they are no sustenance when only consuming yet scarcely any tedium. 

There are no ravenous debates to rip apart all foundations, no savage conquest and dominance of arguments and not humour of unintended puns. It's quite a stale diet, really, which I mean transforming into a hermit, it does not offer the freedom of the omnivore to engage in subtle chats, the ferocity of the carnivore, where verbal aggression is vital to hunt for those mistaken statements and gather great bodies of evidence to support the weight of the oppositions carcass of an argument, or even the gentle and natural flow of the dissonant diet of the herbivore. No for I have been fed the aesthetically pleasing yet hollow meal of the lonely, where regurgitation is all that is allowed in those typical and normal chats, the repeat of the same substance, tainted by boredom, the continuation of the bland usage of words and the same thickness of material, yes the diet of the lonely is quite repetitive, no wonder they suffer from the malaise of monotony. So I ha

ve decided on a life style change, yes my words are now coated with the sweet substance of curiosity, my sentences elongated with the plasticine named detail and my exclamations are heightened with the soft crea

m of articulations and passion. The stale diet of the suffering poem cannot be digested any longer. Although with all these revelations I am hoping it will not be too dramatical of a change or a mere fad diet.

Silence has led to deprivation and malnourishment of rich words, and now it is time to begin another gastronomically rich discussion.

Am I still welcome on these foreign and desolate fields of the Blog? Well you might not be ready to embrace my unhealthy condition that solitude has left my sorrowful vocabulary, but this sustainable unawareness has helped my grow a new defence against the decaying weeds of the isolated. So this has been an extract from my dramatic return to the thriving fields of communications, I have travelled over the emaciated horizons of the mute, the muted and unheard signals have been heard, so I shall tune in from these bathroom floors, which I have made my office and space to obsessively type away, surviving on 4 cups of fair trade coffee and a passion to confess all the innards of this coffee and knowledge drenched soul.

By a insomnia driven reporter, the ally of the maniacs and normal alike (as in this day and age there is not much difference between the two), Suzy!

Personal Notifications -

In the period of my unnoticed absence I have travelled across the world and visited the familiar land of my ancestors and my missing identity alike, and went to Europe, I shall post this and the next week all the details of my new routines, the paths of wizards, warlocks and scholars and now ofcourse me. Every ambiguous alleyway taunting cowards, every crevice of the hollow night, each unrecognized part that led to beauty and terrors, from the heights of enjoyment, to the depths of understanding, I will describe everything in ferocious detail, which will mercilessly rip apart any misleading pest of foolishness. So let me introduce you to the premonition of a new segment named 'A Misunderstood Scholar's Lecture'. it shall be posted next week, although i am a known false prophet...the question is are you such a devoted and desperate worshipper, or a false believer? 

QUOTES-

"Death by Tedium must be such an uneventful tragedy"

"Humanity maintains civilization by ferocious instinct, ripping apart any chance for advancement, with savage methods to ensure normality"

"We cannot rid ourselves of sin, all we can do is regulate and cope with the crucial fact that cheap tears cannot clean away such deeply engraved sins".

            Picture taken in Slovakia-

Exhange of Cynicism- An investment for reality

"The soft luminous rays begin their path of duty, through the ending of yet another week.....Sunday morning....the concrete pavement covered by a transparent layer of difference, the wind creating a harsh yet comforting serenade to the observant...exchanging unheard wisdom through a shrill welcome to yet an early beginning......the horizon filled with expectations of discovery and exploration of the familiar....."

The pressures of obligation have finally captured me in a perpetual waltz of study......yes it is the exam period!

As I sat, surrounded by the warm gentle scent of chamomile tea, in a state of comfort and serenity, protected by the inclement wind of a harsh winter, from the cycle of obligatory pressure, the sighs of the common proletarian, enjoying the heights of cynicism, yet gripping to the enigmatic depths of realization. 'The Workaholics Anonymous', yes we have become a society which relies on a systematic state of control, time has become a mere currency, while momentum nothing but an investment towards sanity and gratification after years of willing exposure to totalitarian power of ones void beliefs. We feel that work leads to success, that time leads to fulfillment and misery to euphoria. Yet as we travel the well-worn path of vacant achievements, we eventually realize the direction of ideologies, the consequences of our rush towards a fading destination of appreciation, and our need to capture lost freedom. It is a cycle that merely provides stability in a world of expectations, and by obeying this state of mundane actions, we loose our movement to create adrenaline. We become the sufferers of our own symptoms of delusional needs, sustained by the illusion of speed and time, while we consume all that could benefit us in a state of disproportional pride. A masochistic tendency can be embedded in us as I primeval instinct of sustaining a veneer of dignity and normality. Held on the string of a sadistic puppeteer named pride.  Yes we are a society built on maintaining a temporary heaven of security, re-creating the path that on so many occasions have led only to failure after a recommended grueling journey by those considered to be normal and functioning members of the collective being, a mere facade, for a authoritarian land of ravenous hopes, consuming the blossoming flowers of realization, instead providing for the roots of corruption and exploitation . 

And as we invest towards these veneers of reality, our only remaining currency becomes yet drained moments, sacrificing awareness for the price of stability, an exchange of cynicism to remain in a temporary state of securing delusions to the falling state of an illusional preacher. 

Following the Patron Saint of the Lonely, to lead them towards void idols. wealth has become the religion for the advanced, while the developing lead a life of metamorphism to be exported for cheap tears to pay for worthless sins of the free world. Consumerism, the idol for the ignorant, while it consumes any chance for independence by importing only the chains of oppression.

Well I shall return to studying the Sacrament of pure tedious obligation, that's right Catholic Religious Studies.......worshipping forced ideologies to remain a figure that is cruelly moulded into the curriculum of control.....the beauty of belief....

Sunday quotes- rushed due to the obligation of studying-

"As we weave together the fall of civilization, with the height of ignorance, only the fabric of a purgatory existence can be formed."

"Cynicism can only be sustained by the consumption of hope."

"Nostalgia for ignorance can only be obtained by an existence of a sorrowful reality."

"The demise of moderate gratification is instant"

"An emaciated action can only be sustained by weary and pessimistic ideas." 

- I have such a longing to write more as I have consumed my first coffee that actually CONTAINS caffein! So I had the occasional peculiar twitchiness while trying to concentrate on religion, although I'm not positive if it was the idea of studying catholic religion or the coffee (I do enjoy studying religion, just not catholic religion for 2 years, as that time could have been filled by philosophy, anthropology, psychology....but I have the obligation as it is a Catholic school...and with enough tea I can bear it...no matter how constrained a subject it is). 

Ciao!

(Quotes and photography by SI- yes Suzy! ) :)

-The Serenade of Dreamers-

The Serenade of Dreamers (concealed by the tempest named reality; the roars of pure odium and fury)

Well 'It's raining again' as one 'Supertramp' song briefly mentions while a rhythmic beat with a hypnotizing fusion of notes overtakes ones sense. As I sit pondering, listening to the composition of a falling yet perpetual waltz of rain drops, entrenching me in a reverie of limitless depth, I find myself mesmerized by the concept of the impact that an escape from reality has on an individual.

I mean we have all heard of the commonly used term ignorance is bliss.....but does ignorance have an relations with a delusional reverie, does it engrave itself in the blissful thoughts of a midsummer dream? There has been a common misconception that distancing one from reality is almost the ultimate act of a coward concealing one from the claws of awareness, while digging one a temporary yet hollow crevice of misguided security.......

But isn't an occasional disassociation with our problems an instinctive solution, a temporary escape....

On the fabric of despair does one more stain of agony truly matter? Isn't the comfort of an illusional embrace what we often need in times of crisis. For example the story of Veronika in Paulo Coelho's novel Veronika decides to die, all she truly craved for was a moment of insanity to understand and fully comprehend her existence. 

Yet one quote from the novel leads to a complete paradox to occur in this issue,"if one does not struggle, one simply does not grow", and that is what reality truly offers us, a series of moments infused with the cruel yet necessary gift of agony, of sorrow, of enlightenment, of pain, of awareness, it grants us preparation for the final performance of our existence. Sometimes we do need to embrace a trepidation with sorrow, as we stand at the frontier of true fulfillment, we need to realize our positions and plan our recovery. Our only company sometimes is a sustainable fatality, as we intertwine our existence with that of realization, an affair of the delusional only ends in the introduction to awareness.

The ritual of the distant often reaches the triumphant return of true understanding.....

Sometimes we need to reconcile even with misery......

Well on that dark note, I'll leave you to ponder about these statements, and I shall end my performance of ramblings with a late Monday- coincidentally it is now Wednesday, nearing Thursday- quote.....

"The final downfall of a delusional, is the heights of awareness itself......"

"The Serenade of the distant, is only connected by the muted note of the silenced......"

Quotes by Susan Ihar

Blog written at 11:51pm....soon I shall have to say goodbye to my dear ally,Wednesday.....

Copyright (c) 2009                                                -20.05.2009-

-My attempt at conceptual photography- hope you find some depth to explore and interpret...

-A Tedious Night's Dream-

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Tonight as I awake from a Autumn Night's Dream, I prepare for yet another week of travelling the path of knowledge, I gaze towards my almost seemingly untouched Bible, its stained and parched pages unobserved, its stories yet untold to me, forgotten by the generation of immediacy and decisions. Free from the tyranny of the Inquisitions of ideologies. For this post i decided to direct my thought towards that of religion. Reconciliation with society comes by accepting the sacrament of a collective ideology. In the mist of ambiguity, humans crave to find the roots of stability under the dirt of confusion. We prefer to travel the path of existence following a collective route. And believe our cheap tears will conceal our sins, created by pure instinct, however they only weaken the foundations, with fundamentalist stains of conformity. The muted screams of reason hidden under pure odium and fury of fanatics. 

For me the Little Prince has shared the gift of enlightenment, it fittingly describes why we are so desperate to believe. 

The Drunk had sweet liqueur 

The King had power

the Business man had work 

to occupy a hollow and unfulfilled crevice of an existence

to create stability in a reverie of delusions bliss

while entrenched in unwanted thoughts, the malaise of reality. 

By a primeval instinct, we need to find stability in an ambiguous world, filled by false promises and instant needs. In a world of enigma, we become ensnared under our need for certainty.

And this is why in every culture we have deities, heroes, villains, protagonist, antagonists, Spirits, Gods, and so on. They only differ as they reflect the very essence of individual values, but in that individual mould, it shapes a collective belief, a collective ideology and  collective society. May they believe monotheism or polytheism, the main reason for religion is to create a purgatory refuge of stability, in a reality plagued by uncertainty. 

The ritual of an individual existence begins with a unified serenade.....

Goodnight!

Monday Quote- posted once again on Sunday

-"The Sacrament of unity is always written by the lonely".

-"The roots of Corruption, arise from land of Decadence, nurtured by a regime of control and shear opportunity for those unworthy"

-"Stability is always craved by a world consumed by ambiguity and enigma....."

Quotes by Susan Ihar- yes it is SI!  

(c) Copyright, 2009  (10.05.2009)

All photos, quotes, text belong to SI

-The Realization of the Unconcerned-

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Feudalism has long since disappeared into the mist surrounding the Medieval period. Misconceptions and myths roam the land of Dark Ages, enlightened only by recent discoveries. However this blog will not revolve around emptying this particular crevice of history, but instead exploring the unforeseen terrain of the remnants of the great feudalist ideology in our modern day society. As we travel the well-worn path of European cities, we are often attracted about the great stories associated with each enigmatic city. Travelling to Europe has often been seen as spiritual journey, in my opinion, until I realized how globalization effected this ideology. Travelling to the great cities of Europe seems to  no longer revolve around the cultural significance, instead the cultural significance revolves around class distinctions and superficial motives 

(Not as Copernicus intended- Europe=Earth, Cultural Significance=Sun, spotted the scientific humour?)

Europe has developed into another pretentious objective to reflect upon hierarchy.

It has almost lost its ambiguity, instead to be replaced by consumerist realities. 

The path has been stained by the roots of corruption, nurtured by the exploitation that is employed by tourism and our materialistic affair. We are awaiting the demise of appreciation, instead welcoming foreigners, not to cultural attractions and history, but to availability of clothes, souvenirs, etc. A facade to suit the newly formed superficial era.

I can just imagine another fixated

 and vain conversation, maybe structured in this manner?

"Oh Darling I have had the most noticeable week, after the Bahamas I went to Europe...

Where did I go? Oh you know I do not remember the names of places, only that I bought another channel dress".....and the superficial conversation continues, without acknowledging or appreciating the culture and history, one passes through Europe with nothing more but plastic, consumerist souvenirs to aid ones quest for rising social reputation. Without understanding the enigma and atmosphere associated with Europe, can anyone truly feel fulfilled and enlightened, or do they prefer the Dark Ages of Materialistic exploration, or the negative side of the European Vacation. Well this is all I will write....for my single reader....

Hope Capu_let enjoys this segment, so thoughtfully opposed at 10:01....improvement from my usual 12:28 posted blogs, you have to agree...

Goodnight!

"The worst thing about Europe is that you can't go out in the middle of the night and get a Slurpee."

-Tellis Frank-

Monday Quote- (I might need to recycle some quotes soon)

"As we travel the path of exploration, remember that your only companion is awareness itself"

-Quote from Susan Ihar aka Me-

(Picture taken on my last European Vacation- Budapest-.

(And yes I did travel on the path of enlightenment on that occasion :))

<-(The type of consumerist filth that I describe- and  no i did not purchase one myself....although I do have a tendency to embrace my materialistic side)

Copyright, 2009.

-Determination in the Land of Ambiguity-

As we travel on the path of existence, along the broken, void, lifeless concrete of the bourgeois lifestyle to the thriving dirt road of the simple proletarian, you cannot help-with our inquisitive nature that tends to often complicate even the simplest of matters- but wonder at all the miniscule details that is truly the structure of the inconspicuous and broad term that we refer to as fate. Destiny or fate has been used in countless references and contexts. It can be a simple figure of speech or a deeply philosophical statement. Throughout history we have been fascinated by this simple yet meaningful word. It basically explores all aspects of existence. 

But fate also reconciles with the idea of decisions and their importance.

There is one ironic term that describes this perfectly, "If I could be born again....."

They often say that better judgement would be employed, mistakes could be avoided.

But is that truly so......can one action truly determine ones life, or is it the shear temperament and circumstances of one that is the ultimate judgement of the case of existence. As all witnesses would confirm, a crime cannot be committed without the full awareness of the extent of power we can have in fate. We are always aware of our capabilities, subconsciously anyway, I believe, so even if we were granted that single opportunity to re-live one wasted life, wouldn't the circumstances and individual control the quality? Even if we escaped the inducing claws of one mistake, wouldn't we be lured into another pit of despair that was unforeseen? 

And if life truly is written, can't we at least have an input into the epilogue?

But as humans, maybe that chance to command fate, we would stain with our corruption filled tendency. The opportunity to create a revolution of destiny would manifest into the regime of totalitarian resolutions. If we do travel the road of expectations, would ignoring our curiosity truly benefit us? Shouldn't we find fulfillment in the fact we must have an attraction to look forward, as a foreigner to the land of ambiguity?

Well we wash away our sins with cheap tears on a muddy path of disappoint, yet at least it well grant a chance for even reality to thrive in a world entrenched with the mist of delusions....

"It is choice-not chance- that determines your destiny"

-Jean Nidetch-

Monday Quote- posted on Sunday

"To battle with enigma, is to be certain of the disadvantages you will face upon your conquest of failure."

"If Childhood is heaven, adolescents is purgatory, then Adulthood must be hell!"

- except I do not believe in the feudalist system! Quotes by SI- Suzy I.- oh a clue! what a mystery! 

-This was written at 11:47pm, so I hope you excuse me for my constant ramblings, I desperately need sleep, and of-course all my attention is diverted to a foreign movie on SBS that I am watching while writing this blog...well goodnight to all my readers, I think 1?

All content copyrighted, 2009.

The Undiscovered Path of Wisdom

The annual pilgrimage to Europe once again is desperately needed. To rekindle lost connections with the fabric of simplicity, to embrace once forgotten memories, to weave the thread of exploration. Yes, I do hope I will once again travel the path of nostalgia. An affair with precious moments to remember over the harsh foreign winter. To be enclosed in the secure hands of familiarity is always needed to fill the hollow crevice that economic instability has engraved in all of us. Well there are more pictures of Europe taken on my last journey to help all familiarize themselves with this forgotten and unseen odyssey of ideologies.....

Nostalgic Moments are for the Lonely

Nostalgic Moments-

As i experience the autumn season once again; a cold yet comforting breeze reminding me of past memories, I feel a certain nostalgia for Europe. This is one of my most treasured photographs that I have of the European Winter. I cannot avoid being entrenched in a melancholy mood when I realize after this nostalgic and sentimental season of autumn, in Australia, i will simply not familiarize myself with the gentle snowfall of winter, only the harsh, inclement winds. But I guess in years to arrive, the Australian winter will hold a certain sentiment as well.

-Survival Guide to the Proletarian Lifestyle-

Hello fellow nihilist and philistines alike!

Well the holidays have come and gone, my 'easter resolution', as I call it to travel the path of enlightenment partially succeeded, although I do feel quite unaccomplished, well i guess we all wish we had more time....i must not rely on my pessimistic side!

On the topic of Pessimism, I wonder if its a natural condition, almost instinctive, a necessity to survival. It is quite a misconception that we only rely on optimism as a survival tactic. 

But don't we all need the occasional pessimistic, depressive tendency for us to emerge as aware individuals, don't we all need to experience despair along with euphoria to understand awareness and embrace stability when we receive that moment. Don't we all thrive during misery, every human generally do have masochistic tendencies, some simply conceal it better than others. This pessimistic tendency has numerous positive influences. From deflating grandiosity, to realizing the faults that surrounding, maybe ignorance is not exactly bliss, we cannot simply ignore our problems as they will anchor us to a existence of failure. 

"If you think taking care of yourself is selfish, change your mind. If you don't, you're simply ducking your responsibilities." - Ann Richards 

Another negative feature that i want to mention alongside pessimism is selfishness. The imagery of a egotistic, megalomaniac Western often arises when selfishness or greed is mentioned, but isn't selfishness an instinct reaction. it has been engraved in our temperament since we were mere neanderthal, a primeval solution, the survival of the fittest! It was necessary for homo-sapiens to flourish to what we are today, highly (or slightly some might argue) evolved, yet still selfish creatures! It is necessary and a natural behavior to an extent. 

So one might ask, Is increased act of selfishness what we need during the economic crisis? Not exactly, you see what is limiting growth is that we do not have balance. We are still selfish but we, and this is a generalized comment, lost a certain community spirit. In the generation of immediacy, distance is limiting the possibility to thrive. 

Through capitalism and private ownership we have lost our connection with fellow humans. I do not imply we need collectivism, we just need, especially in Australia the missing ingredient, patriotism!

In the land of rising living cost and declining living standard, we need to embrace what we have and share optimism, as well as acknowledging the negatives of the economy. We need to accept our selfish, primeval instinct but use it for our benefit! Such as developing a concern about the standard of living and developing all options of improving lifestyle. We need to learn to fend for ourselves, rather than rely on others.  We need to take control of our own position, and flourish even in times of downfall! referring to the new green day album, we cannot allow a 21st century breakdown, and must do everything in our own power to reweave the faulty stitching in the fabric of humanity, and through selfishness,we can learn to cope on our own. As Darwin stated, "Survival of the fittest". 

Well i cannot possibly write such a short post for such a varied concern, so to break tradition and commit taboo- possibly start a revolution of web-anarchy- I shall write a post to continue this topic tomorrow!

Topics for next blogs-

-Continual of Selfish Instincts.

-Veronica Decides to die- philosophy of survival, life and death 

-Antagonists vs Protagonist- understand the psyche of the  antagonist better, do they truly show that even negative tendencies define us, just as positive characteristics do?

-Our view; Differences or Similarities 

-Glamorization of Mental Illness- Instinctive Depression 

-A Tedious Night's Dream

-The Other English Linguistics 

-The Lonely Bourgeois  Man (travelling the path of self-destruction)

-The Obsessive compulsive and the opposition 

-Consumerism and Materialism

-The Stimulus Package; A Failure?

-Our perception of personal space

-Survival Guide to the Philistine Lifestyle

Your one and only- (Egotistic Enunciation on the sentence)

(I apologies for my habit of rambling but it is 11:13, and my subconscious state has quite peculiar habits)

A Modern Philosopher -following antediluvian ideologies

("The roots of failure arise from the land of decadence"- Monday quote from SI)

Here's Johnny and Blog News-

Here's Johnny!- 

Actually here's Suzy!

Well i have decided to all my dedicated followers- silence-

Alright well since I seem not to have any "yet"....Enunciation on the "yet",

I will be publishing my posts in a pattern rather than in random formation...

SO PREPARE TO ENJOY YOUR MONDAYS ONCE AGAIN- to all those who "Hate Monday",

because my posts will be published every.....MONDAY!

Upcoming Features include-

- Alternatives to Capitalistic Tendencies- such as Syndicalism 

(a type of economic system proposed as replacement for capitalism and state socialism)

-Artwork Scans

-Poetry and Discussions of Selected Poems

-Philosophy, psychology and Anthropology discussions

-Virtual Book Club- for all those concerned about their state of literature, and those photosensitive or agoraphobic who simply cannot attend book clubs at public venues.....

And that is all......

 

A Forgotten Bicycle, A forgotten time

Surrounded by a vivid reverie, as I read Walden, I recall my once forgotten bicycle, covered by dust and lost time, a contraption that has no direction and proper use, withdrawn from the journey of existence, discovery it will not find, in an empty garage. This led me to the sudden epiphany that are connection to nature is slowly fading, the fabric of unity and harmony is declining as we enter a new era of immediacy , to nature we are held by only a faint string of obligation...We have abandoned our once fruitful friendship with nature, relying only upon what we can create in a selfish practice of distancing ourselves from our surroundings...rather than adapting to nature, as our neanderthal relatives did once long ago, a forgotten practice of a forgotten time/era, we prefer to gain advantage and destory that embrace we once shared wit nature......there is quite a suitable quote Thoreau writes about our relationship with nature,

"I wish to speak a word for nature, for absolute freedom and wildness, as contrasted with a freedom and culture merely civil,- to regard man as an inhabitant, or a part and parcel of nature, rather than a member of society".

-"Excursions", Walking-

This is exactly why this ignorant battle we have been having with nature, a war to dominance is completely foolish, as if we fight against nature, we ultimately fight against humanity, for we are in a hollow crevice named humanity, embedded in the core of life....nature.....

"Nature must be viewed humanly to be viewed at all; that is, her scenes must be associated with humane affections, such as are associated with one's native place, for instance. She is most significant to a lover. A lover of nature is preeminently a lover of man. If I have no friend what is nature to me? She ceases to be morally significant". -Journal, June 30, 1852-

MONDAY UPDATE-

I truly wonder if anyone has actually seen my blog entries, or am I like the little prince isolated on asteroid B612? Well if anybody does read my blog, please leave a comment to encourage me on the path of Bloglightenment- enlightenment. 

On other news, listen closely for this next sentence may change your life.............................

I am introducing a BRAND NEW SEGMENT- (insert cheering crowds here)

And it is called......

What have I been doing this week?

Well since it is the beginning of the week....monday,

I only have one event that i can recollect....I do have a very peculiar memory selection, 

American History i can remember in an instant even though I do not actually require it for school but remembering my day.....

not quite.......

But that single event is that I have DEFINITELY not been getting enough sleep....I must have narcolepsy or insomnia...one of the two...preferably one that has been glamorized by the media...as a MUST HAVE sleeping disorder because all the celebrities have it and that is why they were humongous amounts of make up- fake enthused tone-

Maybe I shall do what Tolstoy did when dreams did disturb him....work on the fields with fellow proletarian counterparts.....

well I shall finish this post now as I have a sudden urge to play bass.....

Au Revoir, Ciao, Sziasztok, Goodbye.....

Nihilists vs Philistines

Consumerism, capitalism, materialism........doesn't the image of corporate exploitation form as soon as those words are uttered?
12:41am, among the aimless souls wondering the internet highway,
I wonder about the true nature and ideology of "Materialism".
In our modern day society it has become the ultimate identity of the "Western World"
A land of hierarchy and class division, defined by materials and wealth.
Corruption and propaganda a accepted technique of advertisement,
a cycle of dissatisfaction roaming the supermarket shelves.
We rely on choice but we have come to be manipulated by the cruel strings of private ownership and capitalism, mere puppets. We have been blinded by false expectations and affluent surrounding.
However as we came to worship these acquisitive tendecies, we have also lost the war of consumerism,
our innocence vanished, stained by greed and selfishness, we matured yet too early, the muted screams of reason all but concealed under the tempting offers of indulgence and luxury. We became hypnotized in the world of neon signs and aritifical happiness. I often wonder, in the barren wastelands of consumerism, can we find true satisfaction? Can we find the reinvigorating spring of enlightenment? Well I will continue this blog tomorrow....I am only 14, I shouldn't probably develop narcolepsy or insomnia this soon in my stages of life.......
Ciao, Goodnight, bonne nuit, buona notte, jo estet, dobrou noc, Oyasuminasai, Guten Nacht, and that is all of my linguistic abilities I can apply to saying goodnight.....Remember stay away from the temptations that arise from the cycle of dissatisfaction! :)