“tasked” 4/27/18
I paused
I stopped
to look around
I never noticed
-the sound
until now
at first a gentle scratching
scraping tapping
on the ground
I try to recall
when I was put to this task
a minute, some months
decades past?
I look up and about
from half ways down
try to estimate my position
and to what contract I am bound
to this
across the plotted fields
the very same sounds
a constant beat
against the ground
metal clinks
and again
same refrain
chanting thumping metal frames
penetrates and lifts a mound
metal, dirt, metal, dirt
always down
always down
notes… I sort of was thinking of the Matrix scene where Neo is “reborn” and also the “fields”… a great metaphor for life, so I imagined that we are all just on this endless plain digging our own graves… because, in a sense, we are, we are all traveling in that way, I am not saying I like it, but it is the truth, which makes me understand suicide more from a rational sense but it is something I could never do… even though honestly, logically the equation is the same… can you really argue that ? the only thing I can champion is maybe just maybe instead of suicide there is creation- of art, of life, of cures of disease, of inspiration of invention, of children… because the human experience tells me.. things are possible, the impossible is possible, death will never be cheated or defeated (everything has an end), but the fight… remember the fight and try to win even when you know you will not. that is the hope of humanity, at least that is what keeps me going, and my hope to inspire. I am just a man but I want to be more. the question is… do you ?
Musical choice ? I will not pull punches.. I think Anna Murphy is the goddamn balls…
She is of course originally from the band eluveitie, and if you have to ask she is playing a Hurdy Gurdy… yeah, totally obscure mechanical violin instrument from the middle ages
