noisybrain

Language is art. Why can’t words be deemed as art?

I am going to come up with art pieces that are purely linguistic.

there’s that loop, and then there’s all of us stuck in that loop. 

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that ache of existence

will destroy you

let go

clench your teeth

and scream back

louder

and louder

till there is nothing

but high pitched silence

and silence

and more silence

light will become

a blur

color will go black

only then

your screaming will

stop

and all you can hear

is that ache of existence

that will destroy you. 

I believe Post Rock is made to speak to the deepest realms of the mind. This type of music takes you all out, shakes you, fucks you, loves you and kills you all at the same time. There is a certain nerve-wrecking connection between Post Rock and the mind. Somehow it seems to decode the language of nerves. Maybe it is created to do so? What clever geniuses! I have yet to behold the escalating beauty of every track. 

“We are here now; not yesterday, not tomorrow. Just now. It might seem like everything is moving, but in reality we are static. Or are we not? You figure that one on your own. Change is an overused word. People change, things change, time changes, but think about it: you do not change in the “Now”. You are stuck in that freakin’ fragment of a millisecond forever. It is you who shapes up that fragment; that static motherfuckin’ fragment. All we have is that. Nothing more. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. We are here now,” said the unknown shadow. 

“What have you got to lose? You’re dying anyways. Make this life worth living, for crying out loud. Enrich it with love. Enrich it with truth. What truth? you may ask! I tell you the truth of yourself; the whole of you. Each and every single one of us is a truth, only defined with exteriors and interiors. What are you made up of? That is the truth you should be seeking. Drop down everything and follow that long, exhausting path into you! Yes, INTO you. This whole thing is an internal journey; lucky those who know it. That is why, my child, I am passing on this secret to you. The longest and hardest journey you will ever be is the one to your heart and mind. If you can reach to the shores of your heart and the coasts of your mind, you can reach out into the galaxies. It is as simple as that. Find your truth. Take that risk and fly away with it. It might shoot you down like a broken bird, but the flight will be worth the fall. What have you got to lose? You’re dying anyways,” he said..