What’s in the Mind?

Catcher in The Rye, randomness and influence…is that all I can really talk about on here? I do expect to touch a tad more on other topics, unless my opinions become so indeedly inexcusable and insanely dull then maybe the direction will change slightly?

Here's another poem, nothing ground-breaking but something nonetheless. These are created for your opinions, not my facts, but for you to peruse and make your own of, the meaning is whatever you take from it objectively or subjectively, lost or found and even like a game of hide and seek…you never know what exactly is going to be there unless you look..

Stop Breathing, Start Believing, Drop Dead (Sky Is Caving into The Soul)

Unmistakable lost of the senses of our own,

Conundrum of A forgettable cause,

No reason to understand or even forgive,

You've been hurt, you don't deserve our skin.

Priceless time but so little past,

There's no history so why create it fake?

Underlying evidence of a reason so buried,

Making the truth come out is nothing to you.

Leave it alone and let it be,

You shall suffer how it should be,

Death will not appear to the likes of you,

Creation has come to a halt because of you.

I don't want to take you on,

You won't learn and you won't take,

Just suffer away in the pain of the skies,

Red skies and dark blindness.

Your Loss. Not Mine.

© Lerock0 2011

The Catcher

It is of what I bring to attention here, to be something so influential to me as a person it washes my mind out and replaces it constantly whenever it appears. I read with difficulty. I have to admit, I do love books and the knowledge and emotion they burst out with from within but I sometimes struggle as a person to understand concepts and ideas being explored by the authors. It can be a confusing process to me, a process that requires a lot of research and one that is undeniably very long indeed. However, there is one text that I once read and re-read again so recently that caught my attention. A novel so refreshing to me, and so powerful to my soul, mind and even my heart…it piercing me inside at times. Knives thundering into my body, making me believe and understand, making me feel comforted and not alone. Allowed me to think in a new way, to see ones perspective directly from their eyes and truly learn about someone else. The Catcher In The Rye. The brilliance of the Holden Caulfield, a character I will never forget.

I grew a lot stronger when reading the novel. Holden Caulfield's direct thoughts are written word for word down on each page. You truly understand what goes through his mind. It's the amazing feature of Salinger's writing in the text, that he can pinpoint so many areas and emotions and expel them onto a page. It takes real skill and time to do so, a real skill I wish to one day master for my own. Holden is quite the teenage character, as I first read the book I was similar age to Holden himself and I could not help but notice similarities going through his mind and my own. The array of emotions that seem never-ending of anger, fear, greed and even displacement. The confusion of who he was as a person on the planet, where he was to go, the adventure he voluntarily undertook to find meaning in his life. What he did physically through his own thoughts, is a teenage dream overall a passage that we see in our minds of us doing. An adventure we find ourselves in where we wonder who we are, and how we are unique. What is different about us individually, what is our purpose here? Salinger outlines an adventure that we usually take in our minds and even down to our very soul or heart, we don't notice it often only when the hard parts hit – which can be more often than not. To read a novel that puts that into a physical masterpiece, of a character running out on his own finding his place in the world hits a real soft spot. I'm suddenly not alone, and I understand that many other people must also undergo similar feelings and curiosities. Questions that lack sufficient answers, or answers lacking detail or care. Our demands are so high, with Holden he wasn't ready for anything – he just saw a path and took it wondering where it would go. With teenagers today, I think that similar choice of a path is taken.

Do we follow the queue, or find our own way around?

It can be a rather strange thing to ask. But also a question that can be incredibly rewarding as a result if an answer resists. I believe it's something we ask ourselves someday in our lives, something we will eventually want to know the answer to. What are we as people? Are we really individuals? Or do we follow in Holden's footsteps to lead a new path with no ending or even a beginning…it's more a trap we collapse into where the story continues until the end…then more questions appear: what is the end?

I cannot recommend more than my life to anyone who has not read The Catcher In The Rye. It's a novel that must be read, and I implore anyone who is able to get a copy to go and read it. It is an adventure that connects your mind to reality, a physical and mentally strong reality. You will see what you think come to life right in front of you. Salinger's haunting and addictive writing style collects yourself to read the thoughts of Holden Caulfield. A protagonist? To me he is one of the best.

(c) Lerock0 2011

Shutter

Off the top of my head,

Head of a needle,

Wedged into our time,

Poisoned at the edge.

Knifes point in the acid,

The ground seeping illness,

Cracked earth aboding,

Lingering dirts of our waste.

Eating the fake belief,

Believing nothing for you,

Loud noise, white noise,

Creation ceasefire, to halt.

Waiting for you to stop,

Mature edged means the end,

Wasted space, exit complete,

Killed down, Shot Down...Dead.

I'm not getting better,

I'm not getting younger,

I'm not getting more ill,

I'm afraid of the brain.

Movement.Doctrine.Lost.Found.Belief.Contact.Lost.All.Time.Gone.Hit.Run.Stop.Breathe.Stop.Stop.

Shutter.

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Poetry? Barely...

Recently i've re-read The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger (published 1951 originally), so expect some sort of response to that in the upcoming days or so.

(c) Lerock0 2011

Invisible Hand

A dark emptiness beckons over the wake of reality, beckons over the people within and controls our very essence of life…our very essence of everything we have ever had. That small hand that touches us, prods us in certain directions, causes happiness, despair, curiosity…destruction. We are not the original humans, or living organisms to inhabit and breed upon this Earth or even in this Universe. We are not the beginning of everything; that is long gone. We are the result of what has been, and what there is still to come. A world riddled with so much ideology and so much pain for many, is it the beginning or the beginning of the end?

The modern reality of the human being can be very deceiving and harsh. The mind, warped and tainted, from birth taking in everything around us because it's all we know. We are deceiving to many older generations in terms of what we are and what we bring to society. The new generations can be generalised harshly, played into stereotypes as easily as a flick of a light switch on a cold blackened evening. The media controls us, moving our minds into believing in whatever they want. The majority overrule a lot, the majority may seem demanding…the majority tend to always win. In a war between an army of commoners and an army of trained and seasoned soldiers, there is really only one winner at the end. It is the same relation to how our society seems to function collectively.

Our minds are controlled to think in a particular way, propaganda strikes from birth through language, tone, use of words in the world. It only gets easier as time goes on and technology beckons further and further forward into the jaws of infinity. What are we really? Believers of the majority and spellbindingly large media-storm, or wiser and more ideological than what the past has brought up.

A former Israeli politician under the name of Abba Eban once said: "History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives."

Propaganda can be a powerful tool...

In the past, wars through weaponry, propaganda, economics and politics leave straying but yet existing marks on the sodden core of the Earth. History will always exist. It is the past, and the past creates the future. Eban had good sense in his ideas, but was he entirely correct? Are we wiser once all alternatives are done, the easier alternatives of a fight or a discussion? When do we start to co-operate and become equal? Has it ever existed? Questions appear at the plentiful…so many are never to be answered.

It is true though. In the mid-1980s the partnership of United States President Ronald Reagon and then USSR Leader Mikhail Gorbachev arguably existed because the USSR failed to keep up with the intense US spending on nuclear weapons. The war of weaponry was growing to a close as living standards in the USSR decreased so rapidly due to the lack of funds in that area, that money was evaporating quickly. Only then, when the time was at most dire did the two World Superpowers actually conform and co-operate. Is that what really happens to us as people. We only work together when there's nothing left, nothing to fight for and nothing to exist for?

But yet we still search to fight rather than stay as one! Gorbachev towards the end of the 1980s sensed the end of the Soviet Union in Russia and attacked European settlements again as a last ditch effort to savour the USSR and its stance in the world. Upon the new republic emerging in 1990 and the finalisation of the Cold War finishing at the same time, would peace continue? NO

What we get in society is more to fight for, more to want us to fight for. It's not even for individuality or freedom anymore, it's for topics and aspects so useless in the long run that I don't understand why it is pursued. The media places more and more objects, recreation, entertainment and faked ideology in how heads to obsess us. Make us forget what we have, and teach us what we 'could have.' They are the invisible hand calling the shots, telling us what supposedly happening…is tricking us to believe in personal statements that lead to unnecessary divides in the world of culture, race, freedom and emotion. Our flaws in society can be linked to the media's wrath and the media's will to confuse and taint the minds of the citizens in society. They have so much power, so much area to do what they want. They can create a split in society in a matter of seconds, keeping co-operation to a minimum. Why co-operate when there can be divide, they say, because what's interesting about co-operation when there's so much more interest in why a divide exists.

Will there be an end, will there be a new start, will there be another new 'beginning?' From my personal view, the answer is derogatory and irrelevant for now. We are all controlled by the all divining powers of the Invisible Hand, but hopefully it's only time until we as a culture, we as a society, we as human beings start to drop the weapons and accept that we are equal. We are one, we are united. But until that day has come…we still live in the heap of desperation, the heap of bodies crawling into oblivion. Are you one of them? Or are you one to fight it and bring peace to an already stagnated planet?

The opportunity is there. You just have to take a risk and find out.

© Lerock0 2011

A Return/A Revival/A Reaction?

It takes a lot to return to what once existed, return to a place that has caused such emotion and panic. A place that once meant so much, but is now regular and unamusing to the brain. It takes a strong person to return to that state, a state of mine or a state of great desire and curiosity. What is this place? Why do we feel such anxiety upon arrival? It's all in the mind…right?

I have started up this blog once again after a disastrous attempt early in 2010 to encapsulate music, poetry and personal opinions into the same area. But yet there's a feeling of redemption and emptiness, something inside telling me that if it failed before…it will fail again. The question really is; what makes us go back, what makes us want to fight the mind again?

Fear? Another chance? A new beginning?

The return is built on a reaction. A reaction to what I see, feel, hear and encapsulate within. Everything I smell and grasp amazes my mind; forcing me to want to understand, want to believe and want to learn from.

Learning? Why learn from the learnt?

To improve. To try again. To have yet another chance to set things straight. Learning from the learnt teaches wiser but yet inaccurate information and understandings. New beginnings to reach out and make our own. A new start to portray and recreate, to take what we have learnt from experience and transform it with the talents and traits we have into something more meaningful and fulfilling. Something that will benefit not destroy, lighten and not darken…attract and not detract.

It's all a reaction? You better believe it…

©Jerrod Lew 2011