Noise flames from the furnace which forged me…

By tdf, February 23, 2017

We take little note of the effect of noise around us, during the moments when noise affects us. When I peek back at noise from my formative years, it still has an effect. Not the voices of anyone I had no registering of vitality to collide with, but songs, but times, but anything of sound which meant something,

This surge of the primal urges looks a little like a lady I have been drawn to in the distant past, for reasons which now seem to make some sense.

The more you give the more you tend and reach towards bliss and agony. I should have learned to appreciate both ends of the feeling spectrum, evolving or merely finding inspiration from colliding with chaos, new realms, walking into the fire, diving into the tidal waves…I wish I could be as loud and proud more often,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLui_8t2thc

I have not heard this noise for so many moons, and yet it here and now makes me lively, causes my body to dance a jig here in the garden, my mind to reach into the night skies, the fox cub of my heart to feel his back in fields of lavender as he rolls and revels…and so it must have some peculiar magic,,,

A society in total flux. Where anything was possible, everything must be expected. And yet what has it led to? Every do-goodery routine co-opted by the very powers the liberal opposition, the wannabe revolutionaries, the green folk, rant and rave against…The irony is lost on me when I find wannabe moral crusaders spouting such nonsense as ‘HILARY FOR POTUS POCUS!!!’…I wish they would get stoned, drunk, not wasted, but just so very different from their normal wakefulness routine in which everything is predictable, everything is pretty much scripted, that they loosen themselves of their artificial shackles, emerge from the cocoon and fly naked, wild and free…whether killer wasp or wild orchid seeking butterfly. They become something beyond the lame lemming routine. And they have to listen to this>>>

And then the Prodigy,.wherein I found the expression of chaos which makes me strangely jolly.

And as the decade wore on, and I moved from boy to boy man, found lust, sought love and adventure, the noise which matched, maybe somehow shaped me in such a sensitive period of growth, sounded like this>>>