The Audacity of Hope

Anon Art

Art should not have an identity. What matters is not the noun, but the connection to the noun. A noun is but a descriptive term, limited to the understanding of those who process it. An entity on the other hand, maintains its infinite relativity and as such, can be all manner of different things at the same time. Contradiction or fact ?

Things lose value when they get a name- language destroys essence and purity. May true art always remain anonymous.

Turn on, Tune In, Drop Out

Wake up, smell the coffee, hear the sirens

The sound of inevitability edging ever closer 

To your picket-fence world, your safe havens

Your sacrosanct heavens

Far from the maddening crowds

From the sewers and street wells 

brothels, bordels and bare beat-broken barren wastelands 

Beyond the walled fortresses of distortion

And the cold, numbing silence of social subjugation 

Turn on, tune in, drop out 

Of of your soul-void cavity 

your dollar-bill disgrace 

your Wall Street indecency 

This is my world you're ruining 

These are my forests you are felling 

My children you are starving 

This is our world that you are killing

Allez

Winter tends to bring out the worst in people around here- I find myself wondering how people who are for the most part cheery souls for most of the year can be so shattered by the weather conditions. I still feel there's a certain charm to winter, despite the cold and the darkness, particularly now, with the sun high in the sky, bathing the icy, snow-clad landscape in a brilliant, enigmatic glow that radiates with the promise of the approaching spring.  So why the damp spirits ? Viva La Vida ! Or is this revoltingly idealistic ?  Here's a poem for my friends, keep hoping for the best and live life to the fullest !

Send me into comatose,

My thoughts vilified,

I feel shattered

Broken, bent, benign

Misconstrued from the dreary genesis of life

I remain void, devoid yet deft

The world shall see me yet.  

AmK 

Tainted dreams and shaded scenes

Take me back to the humble staccato pulse of my wandering soul 

To the genesis of all my hopes, my dreams, my stuttering crawl 

To where the sun shines bright and the tide roars in and kisses my sand-stained feet 

To the dusty , wispy spirals of smoke  down life everlasting, a one way street. 

Wake up people !

Fact: Mike Romney, the Republican candidate for this year's election is a multimillionaire who pays 14% less in tax than the average American. Econ crisis my foot- the wealth of the people has simply been amassed by the degenerate horde of charlatans and thugs we elect to govern the scheme of things. Wake up world !




Coalition Of The Willing from coalitionfilm on Vimeo.

Alive

I'm scared of the sound of silence
Of the sound of not expressing myself
Musically, artistically, consciously, subconsciously
As long as i'm in the light, where it's warm
Where life sings to me in dreamy chords and distant whispers
I'm happy, In a musical comatose that seduces my nerves
For I feel unplugged and disassociated from cultural constructivism
I'm back to my core, to being a part of seven million others here
In this dreamy universe of stanzas and octaves, paint strokes and genuine smiles
I feel alone and void whenever I'm not in this state of comatose,
When i'm not trying to kill my feelings to fit in with the rest of society
For in this place, my naivety and fragility wonder freely
They do not get accosted and waylaid by the wayside by greed and cruelty
I'm at one with the sunrise and at peace with the crimson sundown
I embrace imperfection and we laugh and sing together in boundless continuity
And nothing really matters, I'm caught in a moment and it's special
Eternal and unlike anything the real world could ever offer

What language do YOU think in ? Music ? English ? Art ? Humanity ? French ? Danish ? Spanish ? Music ? Feeling ? Light ? Colour ?

Thank you Piano Guys, for sharing a part of your soul.