This was transformative and the topic needs to he explored a lot further.
I have already felt the need to live my entire life as an act of resistance, to raise my children to have faith in God, to be fit, know the classics, to tell them the myths of our people from a young age. To incarnate the eternal in every mundane moment, but this is a life lived in private, not in public display, as such a display would be unseemly. To the left the contortions in public, to us the good life in private.
This goes beyond that, into public art, to wrap the mass mind around public heroic deeds.
Sam Hyde is an incredibly deep artist and I am glad he is being studied.
There was a skit of his where the cop bursts into the virginal blonde's room and she, already a cynic, makes theatrically muted protest. Then it cuts to Chastity Belt Drone, a feminist song with hopeless lyrics ...
"It was just illusion
Stuck in my own bad air
I thought I had freedom, but
I was stuck there
I make
Choices without reason
Choices without reason
Invite strangers in and leave them
He was just another man, trying to teach me something"
In that moment all the layers of MDE were stripped away to something showing more real understanding for their subject than anything at all in contemporary media. It was sincere and poignant.
"The system knows how to suppress political challenges; but it uncertain how to respond to bizarre behaviour." - This is best evidenced when the media cannot ignore the person or group in question and must confront them, reluctantly.
They will invariably resort to calling them "deranged, bizarre, unhinged", but can never refute them. Interesting, that.
If so, please consider clicking the above link and liking the Notes post—leave a comment or even share within your own community. Poetry lives on in the minds of hearts of writers, it breathes on the page.
Your voice can be heard among the starry illuminations, howling at the moon.
This was transformative and the topic needs to he explored a lot further.
I have already felt the need to live my entire life as an act of resistance, to raise my children to have faith in God, to be fit, know the classics, to tell them the myths of our people from a young age. To incarnate the eternal in every mundane moment, but this is a life lived in private, not in public display, as such a display would be unseemly. To the left the contortions in public, to us the good life in private.
This goes beyond that, into public art, to wrap the mass mind around public heroic deeds.
Is it finally our time to emerge and conquer?
Sam Hyde is an incredibly deep artist and I am glad he is being studied.
There was a skit of his where the cop bursts into the virginal blonde's room and she, already a cynic, makes theatrically muted protest. Then it cuts to Chastity Belt Drone, a feminist song with hopeless lyrics ...
"It was just illusion
Stuck in my own bad air
I thought I had freedom, but
I was stuck there
I make
Choices without reason
Choices without reason
Invite strangers in and leave them
He was just another man, trying to teach me something"
In that moment all the layers of MDE were stripped away to something showing more real understanding for their subject than anything at all in contemporary media. It was sincere and poignant.
"The system knows how to suppress political challenges; but it uncertain how to respond to bizarre behaviour." - This is best evidenced when the media cannot ignore the person or group in question and must confront them, reluctantly.
They will invariably resort to calling them "deranged, bizarre, unhinged", but can never refute them. Interesting, that.
Interesting thoughts, very much enjoyed reading this, thanks Johann
Fine writer and reader of Substack—we are starting a movement to get a poetry section added to the platform. Can I ask, are you with us?
https://substack.com/profile/10309929-david/note/c-15579327
If so, please consider clicking the above link and liking the Notes post—leave a comment or even share within your own community. Poetry lives on in the minds of hearts of writers, it breathes on the page.
Your voice can be heard among the starry illuminations, howling at the moon.
Thank you for your time and support.
Love and appreciation,
David