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Babe, I’m Gonna Leave You

In Led Zepplin, Life, Music, Ugh on July 31, 2012 at 12:18 pm

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But, babe, I gotta ramble…

So…? Let’s rock a really groovy-hard one for the road, baby. A favourite of all Time and Space…

I’ll be back again. We’ll go walkin’ through the park every day! Come what may! Every day!
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With a Little Luck…

In Life, Music, Paul McCartney and Wings, Ugh on July 31, 2012 at 12:16 pm

The Willow turns his back on inclement weather. If he can do it. We can do it…

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Another Tricky Day

In Life, Music, The Who, Ugh on July 31, 2012 at 12:15 pm

Hey, cats and kittens, here come my hooligans again…

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters

In Art, Batman, Dark, Death, Fransico Goya, Indifference, Life, Loss, Love, Madness, People, The Joker, Ugh on July 31, 2012 at 12:14 pm

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The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters, Fransico Goya

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The ‘Joker’ is a tortured soul?

This is REALLY bad.

He looks really afraid and bewildered โ€” no doubt heavily medicated โ€” to me? There’s something in his ‘ness’? He doesn’t know what’s going on anymore than the rest of us? He’s broken?

The ‘monster’ show isn’t materialising for me, yet again. Vilifying this young man will not serve us well. No. Not at all. He needs help. We need help. This is a monstrous scenario. Our society โ€” all of us โ€” are implicated here. We’d best step-up.

Maybe there are few real ‘monsters’, only monstrous scenarios? What if they’re all just sad, pathetic, broken people? Broken beyond reason, comprehension?

Who broke them so badly? Who? What? Where? When? Why? How?

F**k.

The help being offered many is no help at at all, Batman? Someone should have seen this coming? It would seem those who did stood idly by?

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They chose to do nothing. Then said, “Oh, we knew something was wrong.” They let him down. They let us down. They let everyone die. Don’t make he same choice they made. If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice. Don’t be indifferent. It doesn’t look good on you, baby…

And… Everyone is destroyed. Just. Like. That.

The victims. The kid. The psychiatrist. Their communities… The Batman. It’s ripples reverberate ever outward. All because no one acted to help the boy. Maybe they even helped push him over the edge? I dunno? I think someone, something did.

The sleep of reason produces monsters. Let us try to understand this boy, this tragedy as best we can. Try to heal it and each other. Lest we become the monsters we fear so ourselves.

We can do better than this. We must.

Sleepers just stop sleepin’

We’re burning daylight.

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Help!

In Comic Relief, Groovy, Life, Love, Magic, Music, Nifty, Places, Silly, The Beatles on July 31, 2012 at 12:13 pm

Anyone else have these silly, euphoric moments where Life and Music โ€” especially the Beatles โ€” consort in perfect synchronicity? I’ve had a quite few. This is one. The first one. It’s a James Bond (Austin Powers?) moment, too…

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I was waiting at a bus terminal to transfer and listening to my cassette Walkman when I was younger, so much younger than today.

Bus arrives. Everyone queues. I’m an ‘after you’ kind of girl. So, I bring up the rear.

Mix-tape ends. Flip it. Press play. Look up. Everyone’s on? The driver is waiting on me. Smiling at me.

Oops! Sorry, dude!

Make to step up.

The moment my foot touches the stair the James Bond Theme intro to Help! by the Beatles starts!

Bah! Bah! Bah!

He-e-e-e-ey. Alright.

“Do-do do do-do-do do-do do…”

I smile. Suppress laughter. Flash my pass. Wink. Nod.

Bond, Jane Bond.

The driver smiles back at me just as large? Can he can hear it, too, I wonder?

Wade down the aisle…

“Do-do-do do-do do-do-do…”

Size up all possible threats as I go. Double Agents? Assassins? No?

“Bah! Bah! Bah!”

Everyone smiled back? So? It’s all good. I’m clear. Haven’t been ‘made’.

“Bah! Bah! Bah!”

I plunk down into an available seat toward the back at the exact moment the Lads shout…

“Help! I need somebody!”

Whoa! It was just getting way too Cosmic! WAY.

“Help! Not just anybody!”

I burst out laughing! I just couldn’t ‘help’ it!

“Help! You know I need someone!”

It was an entirely impeccable coincidence!

“He-e-e-e-elp!…”

Perfect!!! Groovy-good! Holy ๐Ÿฎ!!!

Felt like I was in a Bond movie, โ€” or, the as yet to be created: The Spy Who Shagged Me? A silly spy musical with the Lads?

Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra silly and cheeky I introduce myself as ‘Bond. Jane Bond’ because of that.

I โคโคโคโคโค it when the canvases of Life and Music harmonise at once in flawless synergy. Trรจs bien ensemble. Beautiful.

Hey, cats and kittens, here’s some Help!

What’s So Funny โ€™Bout Peace Love & Understanding?

In Elvis Costello, Groovy, Love, Music on July 30, 2012 at 2:12 pm

In Art, Hold It Now, Whimsy on July 30, 2012 at 1:56 pm

This is a wonderful blog! Check it out, cats and kittens. Behold ‘Hold It Now’…

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Art can feel like a very serious affair sometimes. We have built austere institutions in every major city to exalt its importance. Billions of dollars are spent annually trying to acquire its cultural cache. Art represents taste, prestige and social class. So, if an art object can symbolize status in society, what does a multimillion dollar inflatable rabbit cast in stainless steel say about society?

The bunny in question would be Jeff Koonsโ€™ Rabbit from 1986. Art historians and critics have argued about the validity of Koonsโ€™ work since its inception. It has been dismissed as sensationalist kitsch or praised as postmodern popย that holds a mirror up to societyโ€™s guilty pleasures and vacuous need for consumption. However you view the importance of it in the canon of western art, there is a certain pleasure of seeing yourself reflected on the highly polished surface of a multimillion dollar inflatableโ€ฆ

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Black Liquorice

In Art, Groovy, Jackson Pollock, Life, Love, People, Poetry, The Midway, Very Bad Poetry on July 30, 2012 at 1:37 pm

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Jackson Pollock, Number 8, 1951, Black Flowing

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Iron Maiden’s inferno

Emerging fireworks

Another midnight

Midway on the Midway

An illustrated man appears

Black scribbles

Collective erotica

Licking his skin

Rough yet smooth

Fire

Phallic Sharpie

Liquorice nipples

Hard but soft

I taste them

Bite them

Devour them

Consume their salt

Mark his chest

Cacophonies of sound

Kaleidoscopes of colour

Burning rapture

Conflagration in the night

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Tales of Brave Ulysses

In Aphrodite, Art, Cream, Love, Music, Philosophy, Sex, Venus on July 30, 2012 at 1:37 pm

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Aphrodite, FriederichswerderscheKirch, Schinkel Museum from bradpsculptor.wordpress.com (I am unable make a link? Sorry.)

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Demonstrating Love or sexual behaviour is part of the human condition, being alive. None of us would even exist without it. When do we classify it as whoredom, perversion and when is it an expression of Love, union, sexuality โ€” divine? How can this expression โ€” in its purest sense โ€” be wanting, unacceptable?

Why not speak of Love? Act of Love? To speak and act of Love steals power from hate. There is much talk of hate. No? Think about it? How often do you encounter that word each day?

Hmmmmm?

Uh, yeah. It adds up, hey?

That word should be the taboo. Not sex.

Colossal volumes encompassing myriad mediums have been devoted to the captivating Aphrodite alone โ€” from cults to mythology to fine art to music… on and on she goes. She has enchanted the hearts and minds of man for an eternity it would seem.

How much Love could we all inspire if we were to โ€” to paraphrase โ€” wipe the dew off our spectacles, see that the world is moving and let Love reign, my conservative friend?

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Heavy, psychedelic Cream. Tales of Brave Ulysses. 1967. Dig it.

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The Blue Violinist

In Art, Marc Chagall on July 30, 2012 at 12:59 am

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The Blue Violinist, 1947, by Marc Chagall (1887-1985)