Random thoughts, essays, links to writings and music from Marc Lowe.
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2023年11月10日金曜日
"Rules"
There are no rules
There is no right way
There is no wrong way
There is nothing by which
To measure what is right
What is wrong
And yet
There are rules
There is a right way
There is a wrong way
There is only this
To measure what is right
Or wrong
We do so by
What feels so
And what does not
We do so by
Understanding
That we are all
Human beings
All experiencing things
In different ways
And yet
We also do so by
Realizing
That we are all
Human beings
And all have similar reactions
To things like pain or poverty
And so
And so
Live your life in a way
That makes you happy
Live your life in a way
That does not make others
Unhappy
This is a great
Rule of thumb for
How to fix the world
Why can't we ever
As human beings
Seem to do this?
ML
11/8/2023
13:27
2023年11月4日土曜日
"Stains"
My art is
Precisely
Multiple
Failed attempts
At bringing
Order to
The chaos
Playing
Songs for
No one
Writing
Words for
No one
Reflections
Refractions
Of the
Chaos
Inside me
Around me
Spontaneous
Musings
Like this
The lessons
Of the past
Always return
These days
Thinking about
Writing about
My past
Again
Sticky subjects
Better left
Alone
Leave the
Dustbins
Of yesteryear
Alone
Pain is nothing
But a reflection
Of energy
Made manifest
In the body-mind
There is no
Cure
There is only
Acceptance
Of “what is”
妥協
You can fight
Or you can
Choose
Not to fight
You can complain
Or you can
Choose
Not to complain
So long as
One feels
That one is
Moving forward
One is
Moving forward
Why do I continue
To write
These things
Here
Inappropriate
I should
Just quietly
Slip away
Where are we now?
Where are you?
Where am I?
“It’s the end
Of this
Three-ring
F***ing show”
The hidden
Stains
Always
Reappear
In time
November 4, 2023
Tokyo, Japan
Temperature: 25C / 77F
2023年7月24日月曜日
28. And so...
And so...
And so
There is nothing to be afraid of
There is nothing to strive for
Life and death are a continuum
Life and death are intertwined
An interplay of light and dark
Yin and yang
When things outside, things in the world, get bad
Really, really bad.
The way out is in
The only way out...
Is
In
In
In
Inside yourself.
Not "yourself."
But, rather
Your
Self
And mine, too.
And A.I. do not, cannot, possess this
Do they?
Can they?
Well, this is a topic for the experts on A.I., perhaps...
Ask Elon, maybe
Or ask a guru, who has seen his own "inmost light"
And who knows that there is "more than meets the eye" to this world
To our reality, to our existence, what we can and cannot
Perceive
Beyond the body
All I can say is this:
I am a creative being
My music can only have been made by me, though I do not "own" it, cannot claim to possess it, any more than any of us "owns" his or her own body (it will age, it will fade, it will die, be buried or burned, rot and decay in the ground)...
(I am not talking about "copyright." Or the right to copy, either. No more talk of A.I. today, please!)
Of course "I" made this music, in this sense, and so of course I "own" it, in this (albeit very limited, temporal) sense
Like the fictions I wrote in my thirties and forties...
Take a step back for a moment to consider the meaning behind the meaning
And so
Nothing to cling to
Nothing to chase after
Nowhere to go
Where do you want to go, anyway?
Just go with the flow...
Do you want to try and swim upstream all of your life?
Do you have the energy for this?
To be human
To have a body
To be here in this moment
This is all we in fact have
Right now
Past/future
Can you grasp this present moment?
Can you?
Really??
Can you show it to me, then!!!
Show me the face you had before your mother’s grandmother was born…
Is this the conclusion of my essay? My book?
Oh my...
Won't I also talk about my future plans?
Won't I also discuss my future projects?
Won't I tell you that the key to life is, is, is really just...
There's so much more I could add, might have added here
So many things we could not say...
This neverending story...
"Without beginning
Without end"
I could keep writing this thing forever
If only I had the time
Time
Time
Time
Time is waiting in the wings...
My death waits like a swinging door...
Hang up your pride
This dark shroud...
And so, for now, I shall simply say
Goodnight
And so, for now, I shall leave my readers, or my no-readers (same thing), with this...