{"id":81,"date":"2008-10-09T19:26:55","date_gmt":"2008-10-09T23:26:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.elsweb.org\/nsftmfx\/?p=81"},"modified":"2023-08-27T05:57:40","modified_gmt":"2023-08-27T09:57:40","slug":"matthew-218","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.elsweb.org\/nsftmfx\/2008\/10\/09\/matthew-218\/","title":{"rendered":"Matthew 2:18"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A VOICE WAS HEARD IN<\/span> RAMAH<\/span>,
\nWEEPING AND GREAT MOURNING<\/span>,
\nRACHEL WEEPING FOR HER CHILDREN<\/span>;
\nAND SHE REFUSED TO BE COMFORTED<\/span>,
\nBECAUSE THEY WERE NO MORE<\/span>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/em><\/p>\n

With school in full rampant glory going strong and plowing ahead right now, life has become subjected to little more than the day-to-day, routine serving only as a frame for changing attitudes, emotions, ideas, & my mind has been occupied with such.\u00c2\u00a0 There is a quote from Breton<\/a>‘s “First Surrealist Manifesto” that has had my brain working overtime to deconstruct, figure out, and the parallels between his words and my own worldly view stick out like ornery splinters in a sore thumb —<\/p>\n

The mind of the dreaming man is fully satisfied with whatever happens to it. The agonizing question of possibility does not arise. Kill, plunder more quickly, love as much as you wish. And if you die, are you not sure of being roused from the dead? Let yourself be led. Events will not tolerate deferment. You have no name. Everything is inestimably easy.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Everything is inestimably easy.\u00c2\u00a0 Everything.\u00c2\u00a0 is inestimably easy.<\/p>\n

I see these words & I grin foolishly and resplendently when I take walks in fading October evenings.\u00c2\u00a0 These are such American times in which we live, such days of excess & worry and complete unbridled debate & competition.\u00c2\u00a0 Presidencies, lapel pins, “that one”s…where are we going with this?\u00c2\u00a0 Politics are a bore & I long daily for a good hike to take or a nice lawn on which to lay my back and laugh and swear loudly.<\/p>\n

I have absolutely no seque for what I am about to launch into, & everything I have just written has only been a feeble silly attempt to get at it, but now I’m stuck.\u00c2\u00a0 So I will just get on with it: African-tinged musical delicacies, or songs straight from the world’s most sadly forgotten continent.\u00c2\u00a0 For so much controversy, taboo, and confusion surrounding the nations of Africa, there is just as much culture, background, terror, & uncultivated undiscovered art\/beauty\/art.\u00c2\u00a0 I have been entrenched in Paul Simon’s Graceland <\/em>& Rhythm of the Saints<\/em> projects, & have been meaning to share these songs that split themselves between cheesy 80’s musicianship & Zimbabwean grace, for they are true examples of neo-colonialized performance.\u00c2\u00a0 And whether or not you think the idea is a good one or a bad one, more dangerous & silly than actually beneficial, to deny the attractiveness of these songs is foolish, is…well…stupid.<\/p>\n

So, Listen.<\/p>\n

Diamonds On the Soles of Her Shoes.\u00c2\u00a0 [The percussion free for all at the end is of especial interest…& Ladysmith…don’t even get me started]
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