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Songs Dedicated to the Gorts
« on: December 04, 2018, 11:13:23 pm »
(could just as well be "Stiff-Necked Tools")

The gorts might perceive me as a "low life loser" because of my straggly beard and so many missing teeth ... by my appearance.   Is this what Herr Marley means by "deny me for simplicity" in the song below?



Stiff-Necked Fools




Stiff-necked fools, you think you are cool
To deny me for simplicity
Yes, you have gone for so long
With your love for vanity now
Yes, you have got the wrong interpretation
Mixed up with vain imagination

So take Jah Sun, and Jah Moon
And Jah Rain, and Jah Stars
And forever, yes, erase your fantasy, yea-eah!

The lips of the righteous teach many
But fools die for want of wisdom
The rich man's wealth is in his city
The righteous' wealth is in his Holy Place

So take Jah Sun, and Jah Moon
And Jah Rain, and Jah Stars
And forever, yes, erase your fantasy, yeah!
Destruction of the poor is in their poverty
Destruction of the soul is vanity, yeah!

So stiff-necked fools, you think you are cool
To deny me for simplicity, yea-ea-eah!
Yes, you have gone - gone for so long
With your love for vanity now

But I don't wanna rule ya!
I don't wanna fool ya!
I don't wanna school ya:
Things you - you might never know about!

Yes, you have got the wrong interpretation
Mixed up with vain - vain imagination:
Stiff-necked fools, you think you are cool
To deny me for, o-ooh, simplicity
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Re: Songs Dedicated to the Gorts
« Reply #1 on: December 05, 2018, 12:09:07 pm »
You are not a low life,Herr Kaspar.As I write this to you I am feeling very heavy hearted.Just like the last year,I maybe in a great deal of trouble again.

But you know what, it's Nietzsche's Amour Fati that comes to my rescue.What do you think of Amour Fati?Maybe you don't give it much thought at the moment.I,for one, accept my fate gladly.

Yes,I don't get along with anyone.Yes, I have no exceptional skills.Yes,I am petty and faint hearted.

Do you think by getting into all this mess every once in a while I am trying to get closer to death?

No,not death.Not that fantasy again,however, pleasant it maybe.I would like to realise that I maybe no more than a machine.That I will function just the way I always have.

No wonder Nietzsche went insane.Schopenhauer's idea of some sort of salvation shielded him from the brutal reality.Nietzsche went insane ,maybe I will too.Can a machine go insane? Maybe it can malfunction.Maybe I am malfunctioning.Maybe I need to accept going insane as a part of my fate and accept that too.

Too much work.I feel terrible.Can I observe it now?I find it very hard ,very hard.Maybe I was not born to be a human being.I am a terrible man. Think of God as someone who just watches me all the time, watches me suffer and watches me in pain.

I think by now you might have come to the conclusion that my mind misfires very often.I feel like weeping but more than that I want a small part of my mind to watch me weeping.Watch me crying.

I have no friends.No one I can rely on.What am I doing here and what am I?Do you think that I will die soon due to my anguish which is very intense?Do you think that one can die because of anguish?My math book is only 1/3 complete and I would have liked to complete it.

You know, I am a deeply sad man and would love to be no more.Everyone has a certain capacity for pain and what if that capacity is breached?What is one to do then?Could you please tell me?
Failure has been my middle name.I have failed in every undertaking I have ever adopted.
You have been most kind ,one of the bright lights of my life.For the last four years or so you have kept away me from drowning myself.

I would like to resign from my job but my parents will never allow me to do that.
I feel terrible in the office.I really do.I feel absolutely terrible.

Sorry if I am cribbing too much.I would go now.
La Tristesse Durera Toujours                                  (The Sadness Lasts Forever ...)
-van Gogh.

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« Reply #2 on: December 05, 2018, 09:53:19 pm »
As long as we are the subject of willing, we will never have lasting happiness or peace. 

When you behold that you are only a third of the way through a text you wished you were through already, take heart, my friend, and take some pride in your authenticity.  A less honest man would lie to himself and cast the book aside, moving on, moving in a so-called "forward" direction. 

You are wired for depth of understanding, and not in training for any competitions.   

I had made a commitment to work through 5 or 6 different textbooks - all in the same subject!  Almost a full year later and I am coming to the last couple chapters in each.  It will still be a couple of months before I reach this little goal and move on to the next set, and then the next set, until I have no more teeth to be extracted, until I am no longer this subject of willing.

The unfulfillable nature of metaphysical will is the underlying reason for the misery and dissatisfaction we constantly experience in our very own lives.  You can rest assured that none of those who torment you at the office are spared this total dissatisfaction with their own lives.  It is the nature of life itself, this UNFULFILLABLE NATURE of METAPHYSICAL WILL ...


Schopenhauer may have deluded himself in thinking that happiness and peace (SALVATION) could be found precisely by NOT remaining subjects of WILLING, but one has to be a little deluded to have the audacity to prescribe any kind of cure for our predicament.  I do not blame him for being a kind of "salvationist."  To experience moments of disinterested apprehension temporarily releases us from suffering.   And yet, to have to report to an office you hate must compound your dread and anxiety until you will no longer be able to stand it, maybe even having a nervous breakdown.   How many countless "workers" have already experienced this nervous breakdown and simply continue as automatons?    They are not revived in the morning with what Schopenhauer felt when he exclaimed, "The day is MINE!".   


The advertisers are trying to sell a cure with all kinds of status symbols.   These are the carrots keeping the racers on the track.   For others, the fear of hunger, shame, the cold, prison, etc keeps them showing up for the job they hate.


Consider yourself fortunate if you can spend the evening with a math text which is taking you longer to get through than you wished.  Think of all the money which would be saved by all those who require hard drugs and booze and prostitutes to get through such evenings were they to be able to calmly lock themselves away in a room to chip away at their ignorance.   


The pain associated with WILLING, when it comes to something like wishing to proceed more quickly through a textbook, may have to do with the inherent restlessness within our metaphysical will.  We seek a temporary release from suffering, the suffering inherent in being a subject of willing.   It is not too dissimilar to the dread and anxiety of an addict in dire need of another hit, another pull, another shot, but surely not as intense.

We wish for some kind of cognitive gain in a liberated state.  Unharrassed by suffering, and no longer a subject of willing, if only for a few moments, as PURE COGNITION, we might gain insight into the metaphysical essence of THINGS.   But, in order to experience such moments, we may have to endure hours where nothing particularly enlightening or enchanting occurs.    I think that it is best if we stop searching for any earth-shattering moments of transformative clarity, and just get a grip on our miserable, wretched predicament.  Once we have calmly and maturely ascertained that this misery is most likely inescapable, we may endure ourselves as best as we can.    For me, math helps.   One day I may return to the booze; but right now studying in this manner is giving me a sense of "direction."    I am preparing for death, going back over some important ideas.  Maybe one day I might get back to physics … today I am content to "reformat my hard-drive", that is, reteach myself things that I may not have given enough attention to since our Global Culture seems to be possessed by this alien force pushing us to aim higher and higher, to become so-called "professionals," to attach ourselves to some kind of careers with corporations or invent software that the gorts find useful (or entertaining) on their computerized telephone-internet-systems.


In this little morsel of time called my "life" I am demanding this time to reflect on certain ideas with no intention of ever putting any of these ideas to use.   As far as I'm concerned, I don't give a fuuck if society perceives me as a lunatic or a lazy bum.


We are things, yes.  You say you are a machine.  I say I am a creature.  Senor Raul says we are demons.   We all seem to be cognizant of the fact that we are these things, the thing-in-itself, a morsel of matter/energy which might as well be the entire cosmos ... each creature/machine/thing/demon alternating between states of dissatisfaction/suffering and relief ...


Maybe you do not wish to write the way Kafka did because you don't see any point.  I appreciate reading your raw descriptions and do not require any stories with characters to keep me interested in the complaints you lodge against the phenomenal world.


Another toothache?  Me too.  And I just had a tough one extracted only about 6 weeks ago.   This is one of the last couple in the front feeling pain when eating oatmeal ... but I almost laugh at it ... such pathetic machinery ... Yes, we must laugh at our predicament!!!  Is any of it our fault?   Is there some kind of "Creator" or Extraterrestrial or Supernatural Beings we might blame, as our species has been doing from the beginning of time?   Do any of us have a clue as to the nature of our lives?   Any of us?    ???


There are sociopaths who would slit our throats for a handful of dollars, or just because they despise the way we appear.  Are they inherently evil by choice?


I don't have any solutions, as you know.   I do not believe we will find an antidote to the misery inherent in being these subjects of willing, these Things.  I would only hope that, during those difficult and sad moments, if you have any energy to spare, you might lose yourself in tinkering with some math exercises if only as a distraction.


If you prefer fantasy, then this is certainly your prerogative. 


I am also a very solitary Creature/Being/Thing, and I am honored to be in communications with you and Raul.  I felt that this message board would serve a greater purpose than private emails or even comments on a blog.   I enjoy reading the communications back and forth between you and Raul.   I delight in honesty and I do not mind complaints (except when it is my mother doing the complaining, since it is constant ...).   What a wonderfully miserable predicament.


I just wanted to send a response to let you know that I think it is perfectly genuine and authentic to have reached the point where you can face just how miserable you are with your situation.   I would only remind you that it may not be the job alone, and to keep in mind that it may simply be the unchanging nature of existence itself, this sad comedy which has been going around and around throughout the generations for eons.


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Re: Songs Dedicated to the Gorts
« Reply #3 on: December 06, 2018, 04:53:47 am »
Hentrich,

Your words: You are wired for depth of understanding, and not in training for any competitions.”

There is much truth in this sentence. The system wants us to be all competitors and therefore consumers. Nothing new. And they are succeeding. Yes, those jackals in power want people to pump out babies for the human zoo to keep more generations enslaved, consuming 24/7/365.

Your words: “As far as I'm concerned, I don't give a fuuck if society perceives me as a lunatic or a lazy bum.”

These words makes you highly dangerous. Well, you know that already. I find optimism very depressing. When I hear some people talking about their children and grandchildren, I would like to learn to terminate myself with a piano wire around my neck.

Yes, I have said we, human beings, are demons. That is what we are. If you scratch those so-called saints the demons will come out of their system, so to speak.

About mathematics, I wish I had had mathematical calculating like Rain Man in the movie with Dustin Hoffmann and Tom Cruise. Rain Man was able to count the number of toothpicks that fell on the floor out of their box. Other savants can count the hairs in a cow’s tail, the words spoken in a TV or radio broadcast,the number of seconds in a period of time or the number of seconds in a person’s life or square root calculations involving huge numbers.

Keep studying and keep being lazy.

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Re: Songs Dedicated to the Gorts
« Reply #4 on: August 28, 2019, 04:19:35 pm »
I stumbled across this song, from the 1980's and it reminded me of "" by the Fugees [circa 1996] (You rockin' live but you aint sayin nothin') ...

It's turns out that Cymande is looped beginning at 3 seconds in.
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Re: Songs Dedicated to the Gorts
« Reply #5 on: August 28, 2019, 07:09:19 pm »
I ran into a bit of grass today after work, and will be sure to smoke a spliff to this. It's been quite a while.

Please keep posting jazz, if you care to.



I have no doubt that Schopenhauer would've found the genre as the prime example of music representing the Will!
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« Reply #6 on: August 29, 2019, 09:23:42 pm »
I had typed up a response, indicating that I am not all that fond of jazz, and that maybe this is a sign, symptom, or manifestation of the Denial of the Will to Live.   

I then went on to explain how, when I am blessed with the flower-that-takes-the-edge-off-ever-so-slightly, I strictly roll "pinners," often stretched with a pinch of cut up tobacco.

Then the post vanished before I sent it, and I had to get on with the day, out the door for one thing or the other.  I figured it was just as well it was lost.

Now, I'm thinking, I can at least try to remember a little of what I typed this morning.

The gist of it was that, we both seem to be contradictory in ourselves, and so, my own contradictory nature will come as no surprise to you.    I may like many "jazz" songs even while not being a "hipster," that is, I can't really play any instruments, can't really carry a tune, and - well, to be honest, may be a bit awkward and inhibited, shy, insecure, etc.

I suppose I'm just not that "cool."

I wanted to bring this up in a non-confrontational manner, since, well, I listened to Weather Report as a teen, thinking it was very cool - and the music along with the musicians, most likely, all very cool and hip.   Me?   No, usually I am mildly depressed.

Today I was able to get outdoors, away from the house, into some woods.  Tired of slaving over one technical problem after another.    Upon returning home, I almost did not want to continue in my usual manner, pecking away at whatever is my current agenda; but I do ... I mean, here I am, once again, troubleshooting some technical problem before beginning another chapter in a math text.

I am not very enthusiastic about any of it.

I sense that it is times like these, just as a mild depression is setting in, that I might get some kind of second wind.   We must endure ourselves.   I am often disgusted with how miserable I become, especially when the coffee beans run out.    I've witnessed my inner state when without access to tobacco.

Also, even with herb, I am always shocked when it vanishes into thin air and I am left with the same unpleasant feelings as before.

There are some days I feel like a big baby, where everything gets on my nerves.   

This "big baby" is the Will.  Whenever it is thwarted, we experience a certain distress.    The coffee helps in the morning.  I really enjoy the taste and the buzz.  The thing is, along with this I am also aware of a certain shame I experience when I witness the severity of the distress and the urgency in the "demands for relief."

Between religion and opium, I would need the real thing.

PS:  the only jazz album I owned as a teenager was this one by Weather Report:  I like the bass and drum combinations that kick in around 4:50 in ... I can't imagine getting along with a band of musicians well enough to just jam like this.   Maybe I just don't play well with others.  I suppose I am doomed to play in my sandbox all by my lonesome.   I never cared for another dictating to me the beat to keep or when and how to tap my feet.

Music-wise, I think I may be an idiot.

When nice and drunk I used to like to tap on trees with sticks in the woods.   I wish I had access to musical instruments, but I would want to use them just to get myself into a mood or to discover what kind of a mood I was in.    They would not be used for other people's entertainment.

https://youtu.be/U7_vNpVXubA?t=286

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« Reply #7 on: August 31, 2019, 11:11:22 pm »
contradiction:  I say I am not fond of jazz but I love several songs, and even with one song, such as Earth, while I am entranced and even dancing in jerky movements by some parts, other parts would depend on my mood:   https://youtu.be/UpZJ_LQ4CFg?list=RDUpZJ_LQ4CFg&t=525

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Now, this aint no jazz, but a song by Jerry Reed, "The Ballad of Gator McKlusky" --- it's kind of fun, no?



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« Reply #8 on: September 04, 2019, 09:15:40 pm »
Sometimes, even Pop Stars get it right:

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« Reply #9 on: September 09, 2019, 11:54:56 am »

"And the strict master Death bids them dance."

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« Reply #10 on: September 10, 2019, 03:40:17 pm »
I recall seeing this "act" on Saturday Night Live.  I would be smiling if I could keep a beat on the drum like that, or even get off the simple riffs.  I don't have it.  Music mystifies me (or I've suffered too many injuries in the wrong places making me musically retarded [The Jerk]).

She's got it and appears happy to have this outlet to express herself, although the chorus, especially towards the end, becomes redundant and unpleasant to the mind.  She does have courage, I have to say.  The world is not kind to women who do not possess the traits normally used to sell cars and … dish detergent?  She requires a kind audience?  Maybe.    After all, she would invite the wrath of the bullies in thug-style gun-toting macho-culture, not to mention music snobs of all varieties.

Musicians usually make it look easier than it is; but they seem to have purposely orchestrated this video to show her glee and wonder in having reached a certain level of musical maturity, however basic that level of maturity might be to more seasoned musicians.  One day, I might be able to keep a beat on a simple drum kit as well.   Then add cow bells … in a daydream, maybe.  I do appreciate the Beginner's Mind since I would certainly feel like a beginner sitting behind a drum kit, with rod in right leg where bass peddle would be.   I better still to Body Drumming.  That's where I just slap my legs and bust my ribs by open hand thumping on my chest like a baboon.

That doesn't happen too often.   

Usually, like right now, I am depressed and anxious.  Even as I attempt to force myself to concentrate on a specific task, animal life is far more complicated than the Publishers of such texts presume.

It takes discipline, but sometimes our own brains sabotage our "plans" and squash our "goals."

Life gets in the way.
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« Reply #11 on: September 16, 2019, 07:21:53 pm »
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« Reply #12 on: September 17, 2019, 10:00:46 am »

"And the strict master Death bids them dance."

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« Reply #13 on: September 02, 2020, 03:03:52 am »
I just like to sit up all night reading this message board while listening to Bob Marley sing about all the mother-fucking stiff-necked fools who would find my "language" so goddamn inappropriate. 

I enjoy my own company, and I would rather read the thoughts of this Holden, Raul, Silenus, Ibra and very few others on the Internet than be stuck like a sitting duck being cursed out by dunces who fancy themselves psychiatric thought police.   

Please, Bob Marley, save my soul again!  Help me understand your songs better so that I might better despise the Confederacy of Dunces who always seem to be conspiring against me.

Do any of these so-called "heroes" employed by the Corporate Nanny Psychiatric Police State get it?   Do they comprehend why Marley, Tosh, Cliff and the rest are heroes to punk rocking hill billies who wish only to live in a yurt in the mountains or a cave with solar panels or even in a VW Vanagon down by a river with drinkable water?
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