“Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.”
George Orwell
“Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.”
George Orwell
from “IF WE HAD KNOWN” (Sara Ayers and Jeff Sampson)
Oh terror, what is the cause?
How did I lose my peace and accord?
My last wish was different than the ones before,
how did I get myself so turned around?
Perhaps it’s a matter of perception,
perhaps someone wants to walk me home.
I couldn’t live there anymore,
my likeness was standing in a panic –
my shadow, fleeting and anaemic.
The streets were flowing red –
so many faces I knew washing by.
I’m a toy – pull my chain, I’ll laugh for you.
Cut my hair – change my shoes, it’s pointless.
There’s nothing permanent about the way you make me lie.
A shrug for the scowls I perceive.
What is the reason behind you wanting me to believe?
I’ll never play those stupid games again.
I’m a volunteer, I’m only here because I want to be.
What is the point of ignoring me?
Should it be me who turns his back to walk away?
Calmer winds overrule.
Calmer thoughts may see me through.
A younger me might start it all again,
but there doesn’t seem to be a point to any type of plan.
I haven’t been around the world
but I have been several kinds of fool
and I don’t want that again.
Offer me your hand,
your strength will calm me.
Is there any other way?
Memory – tearing me.
Memory – haunting me.
Jeff Sampson (2008)
“It wasn’t that we were on the wrong side. We were the wrong side.”
Daniel Ellsberg (talking about the Vietnam War)
‘Bout time I caught up with this.
newest audio releases
San Ren Sei: Potion of Hour
Often Coiled: Slowercase
Jeff Sampson: 20/20 Hindsight (Subtle Misses)
newest videos
Jeff Sampson: Dharma Darkling
Jeff Sampson: Spirits in the Dry Land
Jeff Sampson: Bay of Mystery
Sara Ayers and Jeff Sampson: Elegy for a Drowning World
Sampson – Carroll: Continuous Ko
Jeff Sampson: Ghosts of Crimea
Sampson – Carroll: Curtain Off the Scene
Music with No Boundaries and Moon in Experimental
For any future being to like the past, the present must sit unencumbered.
Nonetheless, a perfect partaking of said present will only be acknowledged in the future as the past.
Surely, a future without a reliable past can only come undone upon reaching its time.
Mystical discoveries will only confuse; was that a saint or the equivalent of an orange orchard on steroids?
Horses in waiting will acknowledge few masters without an outside incentive.
A grove in the desert will wait for as long as it takes as it is always in the present.
Yet, an army on the march cannot abide the lack of war.
Without a future, there will be no one. and nothing, to cherish the past.
While mountains are crawling inward
I’m drawn to the sound and the smell.
Carefully climbing backward,
I couldn’t wait for you
to tell if the method in the madness
brought about by shadows tossed
proved strength in determination –
could move the future from the past.
Launching hopeful through the night scree,
waving torch-encrusted wings,
pouring forth with dour energy –
lending substance to the shallow things.
With movement born from a reckless past
I devour what daylight brings.
The totaled moments move at last
and the spirit in me sings.
With the freedom of creation,
and my last cast to the droning hum –
growing flush in celebration,
I embrace what I’ve become.
Thrift stores are wonderful. They’re a multi-win. Paying pennies on the dollar for something that’s lightly used; stuff gets re-used instead of finding a new home in a trash dump; the stores are able to employ people who might otherwise have trouble finding meaningful work.
I’ve noticed a disturbing trend over the past few years though. People are “donating” broken electronics – stuff that’s truly unusable. Instead of disposing of the broken stuff in an ethical manner, they’re dumping their trash on thrift stores (none of which have the personnel or facilities to be testing every piece of electronics that comes their way). So, the store employees waste their (and the store’s) time stocking junk. Customers waste their time buying something that doesn’t work, or doesn’t work well. The fact that the broken stuff is returnable is hardly a positive, as it means more time wasted for the customer. And now the thrift store has to deal with disposal. All because some (quickly becoming far, far too many) people can’t be bothered to do the right thing in the first place.
Now, take that last sentence and expand it over everything those people do. It isn’t hard to see that a dishonest attitude about broken stuff walks hand-in-hand with their attitudes about the rest of their lives.
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Maudlin is an emotion for soloists.
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A few of the WIPS I talked about last October are now on line.
The Sampson – Carroll album Crepuscular Stirrings is here.
The cover of I Don’t Remember is here.
Ocean, with Sara Ayers, is here.
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Collusion will be your epitaph.
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Klaus Schulze: X
Oingo Boingo: Gratitude
Steve Hillage: Canterbury 1979
Asia Minor: Crossing the Line
David Harrow: The Succession
Harald Grosskopf: Synthesist
Taj Mahal Travelers: Stockholm 1971
Michael Bruckner: Klaustrophilia