Anger – writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means)

RESPECT THE SILENCE!

me and jeremy had the privilege of interviewing Doug Levison! he was made famous by a viral video 6 years ago, entitled ‘trumpet fight‘ where he hilariously goes off on a trumpet player (sucka!). he uses words like contemporaneously, presumptuous, and FLAT. what moved me most about this video was how clear and specific he was in delivering his grievance. first time i watched it was in january of this year and i couldn’t stop watching it. i watched it over and over until eventually remembering it verbatim. i shared it with jeremy and he found it just as hilarious. he then began to research and find connections that actually sheds a plethora of ironic parallels. have a listen on PlanitJade to check it out!

if you were to just watch the video for the first time you’d *probably* think doug was being an ass whole. cuz he really doesn’t spare any punches to the guy. YET, he does it in a poetic way. it’s something about his passion that gives it a new wave of presence. not to mention what looks like a contradiction of his practice of (TM) transcendental meditation for 47 years. doug was clearly bothered and he spares no regard to the distaste of what he’s hearing. it pays to follow along to the story as there is perhaps some context that may give context to his disatisfaction.,\

turns out doug actually is the owner of the website Flower Power Creative which is”...a community dedicated to motivating a more compassionate society. Through our events, books, media interviews and website, we hope to inspire action and dialogue in politics, the environment, women’s rights, animal rights, technology, music and fine arts.” check it out to connect further with his mission and connect with the silence or noise!

in doug’s own words:

“An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity…”

he claims this as he SCREAMS in protest to the one making the noise. he stresses the need for the guy to get a gig because the guy does not have any talent. in short, he sucks! he proceeds to scream and follow the one making all the noise! he even goes as far to say the guy is NOTHING! A DISGRACE! EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD. NO. NO. NO.

Life is absurd. Contradictions may reveal themselves in readings of neglected mirrored refractions. Let’s all respond to each moment in harmonious servitude to ourselves and others.

Cursed Belonging

Cursed be the memory that led me to you – it was an illusion

A trick of the mind which entered me like a toxic pollution

The pollinated air and well-trained disguise guided me by making me adaptive

Those allergies produced a cough and itch that’s prisoned me captive

How could I ever resist that infallible rose

A token of blossom laced with the protection of the thorns which are clothes

I’m cut by the tender clinch

Reminded yet again that everything we hold requires us not to flinch

A forged experience completely entwined by a complex tribe

If we only listened to the call of the shadows – Would this still be a bribe?

Now, I’m like a ghost wishing to belong to a world opposite of the dream

Steady longing for those sketches of empty frames which scream

Envisioning to be filled yet again with color and personality

The curse of belonging is a memory from the heart of commonality but not factuality

Bonus But Alive To Prosper

People have a right to be angry and to boil in the esteem of their indignation. Subtle jabs and obvious punches hurt just the same. A response is warranted after an attack has been made. What’s the point in standing silently after abuse has been committed?

An inner scream must become public and demanding as bruises are not private affairs. Scars account for real tissue that is embedded in trauma. Injustice parades in the street shamelessly. The voice of justice must be heard and amplified. There is no sitting around when a war is decorated as a playground.

There is outrage and fury after one has been taken through the fire. We’ve been burned. Scared and stripped of our heritage. We’ve been described as criminals. The mere existence of evil has been spelled with the same alphabet we’ve used to speak peace. Terror is etched through the airwaves to confuse and bankrupt us.

By decreeing scattered promises which are scorned through the agenda of absurdity. This absurdity is rooted in a division. Through lackluster vision which empties unity. They have forgotten the breath of oxygen that breathes into us all. Because of this – lamentation haunts the walls of the neglected.

We are the unheard. The impoverished. But we stand to win with our strength. Our dreams are made of courage and honor. We have not forgotten our magic. Our minds are adorned with wisdom. We’ve partaken from the science of our tribulations. We have the knowledge and we’ll be damned to not enforce the learning from our studies.