The falling leaf is caught by the wind
And a multitude of angles converge
The delicate blade through time and space:
Combined with infinite variables
Predictability approaches chance
—fate approaches luck—
And the leaf approaches the ground within
Its graceful dance that lasts,
For every falling leaf.
The falling leaf is caught by the wind
Come on, I can’t believe you fell for that yet again!
So, what is the moral of the story? Simple, don’t click on obfuscated links.
Hey! I’m pretty sure I told you not to click on obfuscated links? Luckily I’m a nice guy and I didn’t lace this page with any nasty scripts. But I could have… And that is kinda the point.
Oh well, since you were probably expecting something interesting here, go and have a look at this…
‘Dreams of Abstraction‘ is an album I have uploaded that has pictures of some of my paintings.
Hope you like it.
Here is my opinion on the “controversial” FNB advert…
Before even voting, the electoral process and all the related paraphernalia of a healthy democracy, the foundation of the democratic system is actually the individual’s freedom of speech. The ability for people (and businesses) to say what they think offers the ability for a nation to have a national dialogue, discussing important topics, bouncing ideas around and sharing information. This is the basis of forming a “national opinion”, which the basis of collective decision making, i.e. the electoral process that most people think of when they think of democracy.
The freedom of speech also includes the ability to openly and honestly criticize Government without the fear of retribution. Those people elected into a public position must accept that they are there for the people’s benefit, not the people for theirs. Hence, public commentary (including criticism!) of those in public office is a reality.
If they did not want commentary on themselves, they should not be in public office. Those in public office cannot have their cake and eat it. It’s that simple.
Now I think the FNB advert is actually quite a positive, hopeful advert and had little (i.e. nothing) to do with the ANC, the Government and the “aggrieved parties”. But, ignoring what I thought, the ANC’s (and hence the Government’s) aggressive response is quite telling. Furthermore, the fact that FNB felt the need to pull the advert off air is even more telling, given the context I have set above…
With no true freedom of speech, we risk not being a democracy.
I recall the sweetest fall,
Where angels wept in the skies;
The cold drink before it all,
Couldn’t hide the fire in your eyes,
As smoke curled around our form,
I could see the future was closed,
And the present was stillborn,
As long as I was loving ghosts.
The sun was high as was I,
When you sailed past like a cloud,
Caught the breeze to catch your eye,
As whispers of love grew loud;
The gods themselves would part seas,
So I could walk to your side,
But even they could not seize,
A drowning heart beneath the tide.
And the sun was high as I stood,
On that lonely strip of the coasts,
I swear I did all that I could,
But still I remain loving ghosts.
And so I walked until I could not see shore,
I talked until silence was just so much more,
Above starlit bird symphonies touched high,
But low was the place I woke up on the floor.
Smoked and drank, smiled and rank the way,
Until just the sunrise was blurred lights’ day,
In corners of the eyes I once believed I owned,
I opened and I blinked—winked—I would say:
Not a grand way, not a terrible path at all,
Nothing, and nothing was the way I saw fall,
When the floor and sunrise touched a man,
That lay on the warm grave of a life I feel can.
And so I walked until I could not see shore.
I’ve just gone on leave over this festive period, but have a day or two before I leave Jozi. So I’ve decided to just mess around with more recording.
I also kinda of realize that all these songs are starting to look like they would fit on an album. And, in fact, I’ve decided that the album will be called ‘Beneath the City‘ and I’m going for that dark, dirty blues atmosphere.
We’ll see how it turns out…
My latest recording is a short instrumental I call ‘Graveyard of Buildings’ and you can download it here: Graveyard of Buildings.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it!