Tue Apr 23 05:32:44 2002

ARTIST: Doors
TITLE: People Are Strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

{Refrain}
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

{Refrain twice}

This song depresses me. It also uplifts me. I don't know the reason that it does both. Somehow I'm not sure I want to.

Perhaps I'm not quite sane because of that and other reasons; perhaps I'm not quite sane regardless of those reasons. Or others.

I don't know what the point of these speculations are.

I think I'll hum a tune...::humming::...but it's useless to try and change matter through meaningless little notes. Songs can't change the world; they can only distract people from their everyday monotony.

Or is this...untrue? I don't know. I don't really wish to know the reasons for these speculations.

I think I need to get the CD this song is on so I can listen to it and distract me from...I don't know.

What's out there?

Tue Apr 23 06:11:38 2002

Tue Apr 23 12:14:58 2002

One of the things i get from people/strangers who have read my work is that they relate to what i write and it gives them a sense of connection which makes the world a little less lonely and a little more human.

Then again sometimes some people take art completely the wrong way because, ahem, they are to academic in their background. For example I wrote a poem on the mac channel based on the topic of the mac channel. It was on the spot improv as  fun challange to see what i could come up with. The topic was bsed from a Pink Floyd song, 'the dark side of the moon;. It goes like this:

I walked on the dark side of the moon,
and didn't find the man on the moon.
I walked on cloud no. 9
and didn't find love.
I walked on the sun
and didn't find the light.
I walked into your arms
and found the man in me
found the love in man
and the light in love

On the spot, no pause, i just typed it out like a mad man.

I thought it was somewhat clever, so i wrote it down in my little book where i write all my random thoughts and ideas.

I showed the poem to a friend who has a master in english lit. her first reaction was that its homoerotic. Heh, the moron always thinks of sex and homosexuality, probably explains why her poems are about repressed sexuality. Heh.

Anyway, i looked at my words about self awarness. 'found the man in me' == found my self
'found the love in man' == found humanity
'found the light in love' == found enlightenment through humanity

i'm into this whole eastern budhism deal. The night before i had written a short story about the buddha appearing through my dreams and how i was less real or such nonsense. I should tell my friend with the english lit degree to evaluate that. She'd probably think i was writing about homoerotic dreams.
:tongue:

:cheesy:

(Edited by OscarWilde at 4:35 pm on April 24, 2002)

Tue Apr 23 12:25:33 2002

They can be depressing but uplifting because it means you relate to the song, i.e. you relaet to the depressiong, but its uplifiting because it means you're not alone in your feelings hence because there is someone out there that can write what you are feeling.

true.

Tue Apr 23 12:52:07 2002

Tue Apr 23 14:05:25 2002

from Imitation Gruel posted at 8:52 am on April 23, 2002

Nice thoughts, OW. Good poem too.

You think?

Wed Apr 24 08:42:26 2002

I'm back home now as most of the renovation is done. But no desk so my computer is still on the floor. The good thing is that i can use my 3mbps adsl line again.

Man, does 56k suck ass!

Wed Apr 24 09:09:55 2002

Wed Apr 24 22:14:28 2002

from OscarWilde posted at 3:42 am on April 24, 2002

Man, does 56k suck ass!