Geek Mythology

May 10, 2016

When in the soul of the serene disciple by Thomas Merton

Filed under: Main — Mackanlee @ 10:49 pm

When in the soul of the serene disciple
With no more Fathers to imitate
Poverty is a success,
It is a small thing to say the roof is gone:
He has not even a house.

Stars, as well as friends,
Are angry with the noble ruin.
Saints depart in several directions.

Be still:
There is no longer any need of comment.
It was a lucky wind
That blew away his halo with his cares,
A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

Here you will find
Neither a proverb nor a memorandum.
There are no ways,
No methods to admire
Where poverty is no achievement.
His God lives in his emptiness like an affliction.

What choice remains?
Well, to be ordinary is not a choice:
It is the usual freedom
Of men without visions.

February 5, 2016

Filed under: Main — Mackanlee @ 12:09 pm

A poem by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

January 6, 2016

The lost album

Filed under: Main — Mackanlee @ 9:36 pm

Here is a weird version of Rappers delight by Chevy Chase from his 1980s comedy album

Heres a version from the same version by him of I shot the sheriff:

The cover looked like this. Seems to be a lot of drug related jokes on this album. Guess thats what was going down at the time.-

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January 1, 2016

Filed under: Main — Mackanlee @ 1:25 am

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December 17, 2015

Filed under: Main — Mackanlee @ 11:29 pm

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December 15, 2015

Filed under: Main — Mackanlee @ 11:05 pm

“These days even instant gratification takes too long.” – Carl Honores talk “In praise of slowness”:

December 11, 2015

Filed under: Main — Mackanlee @ 3:40 pm

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December 10, 2015

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December 9, 2015

Filed under: Main — Mackanlee @ 11:35 am

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Last night I watched a documentary about Hunter Thompson. It was a portrayal of the man and his often rocky life that lead him to write some of the most spectacular pieces of American journalism but also told the tragic story of an addict who ended up committing suicide. He lived a rock and roll lifestyle and applied that to his journalistic persona. In a way he became trapped by the image that he had created for himself. As he grew older more and more fans, groupies and others would come to his farm to hang out and party with him. In the midst of all this was his son who would see him at five in the afternoon when he woke up and have his breakfast while his son was about to have dinner. This was a small but maybe the most painful part of the documentary to see how this child was neglected in the shadow of this mans grandiose and narcissistic personality. All this mixed in with a lethal cocktail of heavy drug and alcohol abuse with a gun toting machismo facade. In the 12 step program they speak of the “king baby” syndrome that many addicts suffer from. They live with the illusion that they can control their own addiction by employing these dysfunctional coping mechanisms, all the while being in denial about the destructive effects its having on them. King Baby is entitled and always puts their own needs first. They are the life of the party but they hold all their emotional pain within them and they slowly loose touch with their feelings . Finally he was unable to step out of his character and come to terms with his own self destructiveness. He ended up killing himself with one of his many firearms. His son was in the room next door when he did it.Instead of meeting his own pain and breaking the cycle of addiction he chose suicide. Sad and tragic. But its also troubling how many choose to romanticize his drug use and hard living. Being tough and wild was somehow his defense system. He only cried twice in his life his wife said. Being a “real man” was important to him. Many of his friends say that they wished he had lived on because his voice would have been needed today. To combat the growing negative forces in society that he so eloquently called out in his journalism.

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