Comments for WOOD HAS HOPE

Comment on Anger is my Enemy by +Aziz

+Aziz — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 20:07:06 +0000

I. Faints in the hearts of so many,
awaiting digestion in a constipated era.
Some wear it, some swallow;
a meal tilts on a seesaw,
balanced between bad & worse.
Our anger at our roots, one size fits all, believe it or not,
you have a choice, believe it or not.

II. The airports deny us at the x-ray booth.
They say, “Decades of hatred stain the cuffs of our shirts.”
The heart keeps ticking,
there ain’t no reason to complicate
the bombastic republic living inside our veins.

III. When I’m a grown man,
when I get my foot in the door.
Oh simulacra, kindly erase all traces of my roots.

Comment on To the "Shut Up" Mother in the Back of the Bus by +Aziz

+Aziz — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 16:48:35 +0000

A Good Mother is Hard to Find

I. Born into the world without feet, born naked on our knees.

II. Shaken and stirred by highlife mobility and an unjust economy, the greyhound’s baby is a blind investment. Born again… born against, born without a right to cry, like a digging grave without the right to mourn.

III. A good mother is hard to find; raw deal asymmetric, and justice hardly arrives in one piece.

Comment on Thrown-Out Couscous Blues by +Aziz

+Aziz — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 16:45:31 +0000

I. With leftovers crammed in pipes waiting to explode beneath the ocean,
The oilman feeds his privileged dogs.
Nature evidences it, it’s true, we’ve been wasteful as evil took on this shape.

II. Our wealth was made to multiply, infinite and inconsumable, never to rest.
But we’re crash-bound without rest. Without return on expense, without sense,
without a fence to keep us in check, without law, without a flaw kept unfixed.

III. Many must die for nothing,
The animals must pay in loose change and their meaty breasts.
I am upset that you didn’t get to eat,
That many more could have been fed.

Comment on And Fate, Absolutely by Hermit

Hermit — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 00:31:56 +0000

I always thought it was weird that his arm was cured at the end of that movie, I remember watching it when I was 13 and just having the fact that he was going to die be an understood thing throughout it, I dunno if that’s good or bad though. I still like Laputa better than it though. Also I bought your CD last night at the show in Orlando and listened to it driving to work, it is awesome

Comment on Barefoot + Loving It by woodhashope

woodhashope — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:17:26 +0000

I love Diogenes (apparently!). That said it all.
About fate, I started a reply but had to make it a new post…

Comment on Barefoot + Loving It by Theo

Theo — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 02:00:33 +0000

That’s poetry.

Comment on Thrown-Out Couscous Blues by Theo

Theo — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 01:20:35 +0000

I heard an interview on the radio with a man that was held captive in a foreign country. His story was very intense and emotional. It might’ve been on the BBC because I remember his voice telling the story.

He described that when he was released and returned to New York his friends took him out to a restaurant in celebration of his safe return.

During the dinner he went to use the rest room and when he was walking back to the table he walked by the kitchen and saw them scraping plates of uneaten food.

He described himself having an absolute breakdown right there…confronting the kitchen staff why they were throwing out perfectly good food.

That humbled me.

We have no idea what a consumerative, wasteful,
taking everything for granted society that we are…
let alone all of the health laws that we have set in
place where none of that good food can be touched.

I was in a convenience store late at night and they were doing inventory of perishable goods.

This meant that they were going through salads and sandwiches with a scanner and just throwing shit in the trash.

I asked the woman…

“Don’t you donate this to a homeless shelter or a food bank?”

Her response was

“No!”

I wrote a letter to their corporate office.

That’s fucked up!

Comment on Barefoot + Loving It by snowshoed colddestroyer

snowshoed colddestroyer — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 01:31:52 +0000

“In fact Diogenes was not neglectful of his body as certain foolish people thought; but when they saw him often shivering and living in the open and going thirsty, they imagined that he was careless of his health and life, whereas this rigorous regime gave him better health than fell to the lot of those who were ever gorging themselves, better than fell the lot of those who stayed indoors and never experienced either cold or heat. And he got more pleasure, too, out of sunning himself and more pleasure in eating his food than they did. But the seasons were by far his greatest delight. On the one hand, he rejoiced as the summer approached and was already dissolving the cold air; and on the other, he felt no regret as it drew to its close, since this brought him relief from its excessive heat; and by keeping with the seasons and growing accustomed to them gradually, he met either extreme without discomfort. He rarely made use of heat, shade, or shelter in anticipation of the proper seasons for them, nor did he do as others do, who, because they may light a fire any time and are well supplied with clothes and own houses, run away at once from the open air at the least sensation of cold, thus enfeebling their bodies and making them incapable of enduring the winter’s cold, or, on the other hand, because it is possible for them to enjoy abundant shade in the summer-time and drink all the wine they wish……. they find no delight in love because they do not wait till they desire it naturally; consequently the pleasures they seek are devoid of satisfaction and are joyless……

he never protected his feet……

- the sixth discourse: Diogenes

(listening to everything in its right place on repeat for the last hour, writing about Fate, what do you think, do you have a hand in it?)