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Navigating The Windward Passage

Sometimes you stumble upon your self, expressed by someone else. This song has been around for a while and I’ve listened to it a hundered times. Today I found out what’s so compelling about it. It is pointing to the relief in letting go of the desire to be someone you’re not. It’s the middle finger response to confusion and mistaken identity. It’s the force of “Being As It Is”¬†telling “Pretending To Be” bye bye. It’s the manifestation of unbound, wild energy. Just like everything else. But this particular expression is pointing directly at itself. Dig It. Be It

 

Drinking deathwish
Nights can’t save this.
Glasseyed slackjaws
Scream from safe homes.
I’ve got it wrong.
Time and again,
Song after song.
You’ve got answers:
Killing to please,
Swooning disasters.
So inventory me,
Drop me in your fishbowl.
I’m dying to breathe
Through your tight pigeon hole.

A dead man in dead dreams
When I’m gone you won’t miss me.
You’re dying to fist me

Out of the closet
And into the fire.
Out of these dumb
Little quips that inspire.
Outright outrage
Enrages you now.
You’re lifeless and sticky.
Kicking dead cows.
Fuck you sound.

One shot, all wrong.
One lie, all gone.
So cry for yourselves,
I’ll die with my own help.
These words are mine
And this grave that we share
Time after time
Chokes my life out
While you ask yourselves
What I’m crying about.
Well, these tears that are falling
Are wetting deaf ears.
You cry for your protests
And say I don’t care.
I couldn’t care less
I don’t answer to you.
I couldn’t care less
If you’re repulsed
Through and through.

A dead man in dead dreams
When I’m gone you won’t miss me.
You’re dying to fist me

Out of the closet
And into the fire.
Out of these dumb
Little quips that inspire.
Outright outrage
Enrages you now.
You’re lifeless and sticky.
Kicking dead cows.
Fuck you sound.

When it’s all said and done,
Did you really think
That you were the only one?
You were here before you,
You’ll be here when you’re gone.
Just another lemming
Humming protest songs.

Out of the closet
And into the fire.
Out of these dumb
Little quips that inspire.
Outright outrage
Enrages you now.
You’re lifeless and sticky.
Kicking dead cows.
Fuck you sound.

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The Man Machine

I sometimes wonder about the relationship between things we do and thoughts/emotions about things we do. How much energy is consumed by processing “around” our action and how much goes into the action itself? The obvious answer is; way too much is spent around and way too little into. I guess most of us know that, but I’d like more clarity than just “too much” and “too little”. They say that when action is taken without excessive elaboration and post action-analysis a huge amount of energy is suddenly available. I believe that, and getting there will probably be the only way to get a solid answer to my question. First hand experience is like always the best measure.
Sometimes I wish I was a machine that just did one action after another. Someone that just ticked off the boxes in the todo-list slowly but relentlessly, no hurry but no side tracking. No “maybe if”-s, no “I should have”-s, just press play and the music starts playing. Wouldn’t that be great? I guess I’m hesitant after all, but not sure why. I’m thinking one reason could be confusing action with appreciating action. Like, if I become the man machine, by default I will “feel” like a machine. That is, I will feel nothing and be totally senseless. But that must be a big mistake. When I try to remember how spending a lot of energy “around” action have been gratifying and felt good, I cannot pick one instance where it has. I don’t count the excitement that comes with looking forward to something fun or thrilling. That is not to waste energy in this sense because it’s not about “how should I do this” or “wouldn’t it be better if”. It’s just looking forward to doing exactly what will be done. Come to think of it, most of the thought before and after is either worrying, hesitation or regret. To make it less depressing we could call it planning, analysing and evaluating. In that perspective it’s exactly what youre supposed to do. But is it really, and if so, why am I supposed to do that? Is it because I thereby learn how to behave correctly and make the right decisions? Then, who is setting the standards for correct and right, and what will happen if I succeed or fail? Where does all this anxiety come from that makes us wobble and freeze in our tracks?
Insted of being a soulless, mindless “machine”, acting like one seems rather subversive and potentially dangerous. Most of all, it gives me a faint scent of what freedom smells like. All the worrying about doing it “right” might not be mine to have in the first place. Maybe I worry so the other, who- or whatever it is, can sleep good knowing I will watch my step carefully? What would happen to society as we know it if we all turned into Man Machines, relentlessly going about doing things and enjoying it?