Saturday, October 27, 2007

Bagged & Tagged (Labels in so many sense...)




-Tagged by Ghee
-Tagging Jannyfer, Keshi, Sandy Carlson.


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I am such a film buff, always excited about a fantastic time devouring a great movie.

I love so many different kinds of movies - all from comedies, indie, book adaptations, horror and so on - but it must all be sincere expressive art pieces and not blockbusters dripping with the sweat of consumerism. Thoughts and screenplay steeped in the whoring of dead souls just wandering around for mindless entertainment.

No, I am not into that.

There is always what is a firm step to growth and productivity of the Self. And there is always that which brings us into a vicious cycle because it is unfocussed and unnecessary... excess in every way. The first one is the balanced point, and the second an extreme position (anything unbalanced is extreme). What is focussed and keeping the point centred is balanced. And what is sinking too much into anything is extreme.

These certain blockbusters are extreme because instead of concentrating on what films are, an experience given by the collection of artists who created the flicks with the intention to share, express and connect... they arrange the movie around the marketable aspects catering to the majority to ensure a high movie rating and sales.

Art becoming a business in this way is insincere and promotes insincerity. It does not benefit humankind in any way and is in fact detrimental. Art which truly is art, when it is so appreciated by the audience without needing such flossing and glossing would then truly reflect on the society as an enlightened, advanced collective consciousness. We do not allow ourselves the belief that we can be that as a species and we show this in our business tactics.

I am thinking about business... about a company's need to maintain a good name or more exactly, its bondage to impressing others and the desire to have a widely accepted good opinion from others.

I am thinking about the labelling and narrowing needed to be done in business... elements of which on a personal level I understand so well the process of which it came about, its reactionary and backwardness. Elements of which I seek to dissolve in myself as noted unnatural perverseness developed through a locked-on mindset of extremism in attempt to shield or decorate the ego.

In every way I look at it, there seems to be no possible way to dissolve the heart of a business from 'impressive walls' or limiting views apparent in advertising strategies. A business exist to connect different groups of people together to generate monetary movement. It cannot be successful if it does not pay attention to keeping a good name and it will not be noticed if it does not employ the generic choices of the marketing team.

And the whole process seems to me like robotic actions done without really agreeing but to fit part of the machinery cycle. Exactly why this coldness upsets me this much is that I attach it to who I am. If business is cold and I own the business, I am cold am I not? And if I am not, then I must be hypocritical.

But yet there is something absolutely natural about it. In fact the business system is something totally efficient. And I am talking on a holistic scale regarding mankind on the whole. The market system undeniably comes together in a complexly beautiful way without needing manipulation from any overseeing source. In a sense, owning a business can be the smartest capitalistic way of dealing with survival issues as quickly as possible so as to then be able to drivenly spend the rest of our little time here on Earth exploring and experiencing the quintessential questions of life. After all, we should already be at that state of advanced self-awareness that knows such a great deal more than the majority of us now do. And I mean knowledge about the deepest mysteries. Of all that we don't know and should always seek to find out. And if we just focus on the point again, and never the runaround, we will be able to see what would be the fastest way to get the survival problem out of the way so as to give us space for the more important. Plus, wouldn't this business creation be a part of 'living' as well - creating and completing dreams? Better than zombie-ing around the corporate world blank-faced and sombrely hungering like the primitive animals after the largest piece of meat.

Learning all there is to know, as much as we can, growing and growing... seems to me a better way to exist. Not working and working for our whole lives, having no meaning to living except to survive in stagnation. Business deals with that for us. It is the most intelligent way to obtain for us the means to truly freely enjoy this earth with all its beauty and magic. Religion has made it a sin for pursuing and owning wealth. This is illogical since there is wealth enough for everyone. This is also absurd because our natural way is to grow and there is nothing in us to stop us from earning more and more cash. Yes, we might have a problem with greed (excess/extremism) as we do with a lot of things for moderation is a level of wisdom that would take a thousand years for some, but we do not have the inclination to not try to earn more pennies except when fear comes in the way... and that is where the church comes in with its eternal damnation.

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I have to learn to detach myself when I am dealing with business issues. It should always be an entire system I am looking at and not petty affairs of administrations. And not a single one of my decisions should define me as a person. Any quarrels, unhappiness or conflict should be looked at with the eye of spotting what is causing the flaw such that capitalism was not reached. The market system is the best model to look at in discussing why capitalism is the best position. It is the natural position and the winds all blow towards that direction. Everybody is happy in that situation... Balance yet again.

I always look towards nature for knowledge. And in business, the market sytem is the ecosystem of knowledge.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Bulldozing the Wall Down

STORY

Found a wall so strong and old
So strong and old it was overlooked
Set itself perfectly, comfortably
On a spot well covered up for ages

So finally I saw the wall
Time to celebrate beauty that could be
Once the wall was broken, new possibilities procured
But the debris remained and became a new wall

Cracked and absurd.
Confused and frustrated.


WALLS

There are so many walls around
Always noticed, always found
But they're mostly yours, not mine
I took noticed but not so enough

It seems to me year after year
I waited to find my wall
But why did I wait for mine
And searched for the walls of others?

Detachment and understanding?
Hands dirty, hands clean.


MINE

Created by model bricks of fearful red
Form some illusion of bright and fun
Its just an uneasy pile of stones
Cemented layer after layer with ego

Sometimes the wall fails to function
Walls in other shapes and sizes
Paddle the intruding elements up and down
Long and hard creates a painful, gaping hole

Hit by the ball to the quick,
Quick be quick in wall's constructive deception.


BULLDOZE
Ego

Impressive walls have jealous scribbles upon it
Inspiring negativity as the instinctive mind always knows
Differentiating the stone from the flesh
Impressive 'flesh' has always beget impressive 'flesh'

The need for acquiring acceptance and agreement
Conquers the need for painting truth, liberation
Impressive walls is the symbol of subjection
Impressive 'flesh' is the oxymoron of chance

Subjugation to others/
Faithfulness to self


BULLDOZE
Uneasy

Right from opening the front door
It's just me and what I think
Not you, not them, not invisible man
I can know but I cannot Care

Caring is like giving out chains to keymasters
Caring about opinions in the labelling sense
What possible reason can justify Caring?
None but only to satisfy the ego's image

Expression without ego =
Depiction of true precision


BULLDOZED

My obligations, my duties, my choices dissected
More but discomforting, unnecessary
Love does not require sacrifice
Love is appreciation and understanding

My comforts, my prerogatives procrastination dissolved
Never do more than you really want to do
Better than whining silently
Building up a hurricane of resent

Your body sometimes know better
Your sacrifice sometimes harms others



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Monday, October 1, 2007

Open Your Eyes




Monday: [Rushed to Ikea - Whoosh]
Sunk into the cloud of smoke. Hesitant yet half wanting the time to understand. This is no time to do so. I do not want to. My body does not want to.
My dreams are waiting...

Tuesday: [Ikea Day 2 - Whoosh]
The body has been consumed into an addictive motion. I drew myself in to fit my other's temperament. Uncertain because it is conceited to be otherwise when I do not truly know...
I only sense it and that cannot be good enough until I completely know Sense.

Wednesday: [Tristan Came Over - Whoosh]
The motion has sunk in. This is the mood of the times. I shall only obey although my heart is still unwilling to thoroughly take a stand. Because the aching voice of reason knows.
And the knowledge is getting stronger...

Thursday: [La Baroque Party - Gulp - Red Bar Afters - Gulp]
I seem to be lost in a room of bleeding lights. The music is loud but my heart beats louder. I know I do not want to be here but I am anyway. Why? I go with the flow too much when I have not yet decide...
Later could mean I ruin my quickness of focus, of that sweet clarity.

Friday: [Magazine Media Party - Gulp]
I was talking to my mother, flying through peaceful blue skies, harmonious and in tuned with it all. I have reached that elusive point. The flute has started playing for me...
I am serenaded by that beautiful melodious meditation.

Saturday: [Hendrix Reunion Party - Gulp - Bryan's Birthday Bash - Gulp]
Dipping my toes into the feel of the past I shivered in distaste. So I ended up sitting there, not participating and not disregarding. Just the observer that has wandered there before and know you but could bring you away if you wanted her to.
This reality is the illusion of glamour for escape...

Sunday: [Mahjong Dinner Party - Stretch]
I have finally made up my mind, thought to the end about the trail of things and seen what I needed to see. I knew that I missed dreaming and this endless state of unrest was hurting my vision.
I have clambered back on that horse, riding smoothly back onto the pilgrim's path of love.