“…and that’s the shit I remember. Those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about. That’s what made her my wife. People call these things imperfections, but they’re not. That’s the good stuff.”—
when there’s a burning in your heart, an endless yearning in your heart, build it bigger than the sun, let it grow, let it grow. when there’s a burning in your heart, don’t be alarmed.
this fire grows higher….
when there’s a doubt within your mind, because you’re thinking all the time; framing rights into wrongs… move along, move along, when there’s a doubt within your mind.
when there’s a burning in your heart, and you think it’ll burst apart, or there’s nothing to feel save the tears, save the tears, when there’s a burning in your heart.
and if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born then it’s time to go and define your destination there’s so many different places to call home because when you find yourself the villain in the story you have written it’s plain to see that sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemptions would you agree? if so, please show me
this fire grows higher… when there’s a burning in your heart.
“I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That’s what I want to explore. We’re all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we’re going to die, each of us secretly believing we won’t”—
Really can’t think of another word for it, though I’m sure anybody could swap out the word for something along equally cheesy lines. You can call this pretentious, but I pledge my full sincerity. Building up and creating little works with film and the like that paint in big bold strokes that which seems to grant me peace of mind. Most of it does not end up anywhere beyond the confines of my storage on my laptop, but nonetheless there’s something therapeutic and gratifying about creating these things. Video installations, short clips, long form music videos, silent moving photographs…
I’ve had people talk to me about how none of this matters in the ‘real’ world. Friends more into the sciences and the like. I listen and nod my head while they explain that they’re making a ‘real’ difference and for the better of mankind… which is all well and good. The sciences are integral to the mechanics of society and humanity would have collapsed long ago if not for the discoveries that benefit us all to keep up our day to day lives. However, if science is the backbone or skeleton of a society then the arts must be the heart of it. Passion drives these things, it certainly drives me, and even a die-hard scientist is driven by their own passion for their field of study. They tackle biology, I try and tackle along similar lines the bionics of people. Not in any physical way, not the firing of synapses or chemical compositions of cells…
Rather, why people behave the ways in which they do. What drives us to make decisions; talk to certain people, ostracize others, hurt ourselves, hurt others, take the long way home or the quick way out.
There are times when I don’t quite know if I count as a “normal” human being. I really don’t understand people most of the time. Most people behave in cruel or seemingly arbitrary ways that I cannot say are dictated by any kind of rationality. But maybe that’s what it is to be human. To never be sure about it. To always resign to be yourself, and let it define you and the things you do. I choose to write, I choose to film. This dictates who I am, as best as moving images (or lack thereof) merged with ideas and feeling to encompass it all.
So, I call it providence. Providence that I’ve found a contenting medium to express myself, and one that I doubt will go away anytime soon.
I’m new to tumblr, and I hope to take advantage of it to post mundane to exciting, dumbfounding to maybe coherent and possibly enlightening clips I make that otherwise seem unfit for others eyes. Maybe you’ll learn more through these clips about my psyche, if that interests you at all, or maybe you’ll be confirming any suspicions you had about myself, be they negative or positive. I really don’t mind, everyone needs to share a part of themselves once in a while. We can’t inhabit only ourselves all the time.
There is truly something inherent in the music of Sigur Rós that transcends anything other artists come close to producing. While Radiohead is my be-all end-all of favorite bands, the language barrier between the Icelandic (and fictitious Hopelandic) that Sigur’s songs are written in that add a kind of mysticism to them for me. When I was first introduced to them via a track at the end of the film Vanilla Sky, I actually mistook them for being part of the score for the film. And in a way, they were; the scene in question would not be the same without any other song choice, and is burnt into mind as a whole. I was happy when a long time later I began to truly explore their music; I discovered all the different genres they delve into and ultimately craft into a sound that is wholly unique. The sounds of some of their music feels as though they’re making something that could save somebody’s life. Yes, that’s hyperbole, but the best kinds of art tend to feel like they take every nuance of real life (feelings, situations, a look, a gesture, a memory) and crank it up to 11.
Sigur Rós does this in shades, and while I will never look up lyrical translations out of fear that their beautiful music will not LITERALLY be about what I FEEL they sound like, I will never consider that a weakness of theirs as songwriters or mine as a listener. I enjoy their music on this other level, something that can’t be put into words… yet they put it into sound.
Here’s a favorite track off of their album Takk (which is icelandic for “thanks”), and thanks to them for such great work.