the lady on the L train is a renown harpist famous in the circles that avoid fame and nameless in a world dying from it I think she has like 14,000 followers you know, Cool Numbers anything over 150,000 is too broad there lies the world of promoted posts brand endorsements and follower conversion plus the people who like your posts start to become less nuanced they don’t even really know what you do they just like that you look good doing it “daddy” under a post of a scientist that specializes in gut bacteria "slay queen" under a post of a environmental conservationist discussing global heat death the lady on the L train has the cool numbers she follows like 6 people, none of them with blue check marks in fact she doesn’t have one either, even though she could cause in the harpist world she is a name and that kind of value matters when trying to get verified. the blue check means you are legitimate it verifies whether you have value they use it to measure your worth as a fucking harpist or leatherworker or plummer how do the brands know what niche cello player to collaborate with next if they don’t have a blue check? Arby’s needs that fucking cellist/fast food crossover money “We Have the Meats” to the tune of Schubert’s Sonata in A Minor -A
from the reaches of your finger tips to the center of your body from your golden headed hairpin to your merlot hennaed hands across your soft and slight cylindric soul deep in the valley of your lands swallowed by your sunlight and the crying of your lambs your sweet milk and saffron spit are drunk from copper cans your madness like molasses your light outshining mans. -A
157 I am in the cathedral of our lady of the holy rosary listening to dean blunt. my left sneaker squeaks so I crept in quite quiet. I am in communion with the gods as well as myself. I put my hands on my forehead and think of the concept of sin. lust greed gluttony. all symptoms of the cause. which is power, the lack of it, and the acquisition of it. to the first part, that lack of power. stems, to me it seems, from death. or the fear of death. that while we have made ourselves the masters of almost all things material, that final primal failing of our forms, escapes us. ashes to ashes, dust to dust to the second, that acquisition of power, the lust to steal power from others, the greed of holding and hoarding power, and the gluttony of making ourselves sick on the power we already have. there in lies our sin and therefore our suffering. I am in the cathedral of our lady of the holy rosary listening to dean blunt. aware that this place I occupy is built simultaneously on our fear of being powerless and our sickness of needing power. And I feel sick myself. I get up and squeak away. - A
All these things belong to the world and will remain in the world. Our deeds will go with us.
I'm glad you think about it. Think about death. This world is a test. The result we will get on the Day of Judgment.
People are here today, tomorrow they will be somewhere else.
Hold the hand of the Holy One who is always with you who has created us all.
All the poems are very well written. I'm glad you care about these things.
May that Holy Essence fill your heart with light
i love reading here. and really liked the music you linked :) the highlight of my night ♡ (physics is not interesting, thank you for always save me with your good writing)