Starsfalleveryday.

So why not?

Falling Ethan..

A Long Distance Relationship

Due to the gravitational pull of mass, everything in the world, indeed, the universe, is acting upon everything else. The only substantial force we feel is that of the Earth, as it is obviously the biggest and closest substantial mass to us, and clearly outweighs all other forces. But all things are indeed acting on everything else.

However small, a round stone laying on the river bed of the Amazon, is ever so slightly pulling my mass towards its, as my mass is pulling it towards me.

In this way, your perfect partner, your 'one', if you believe them to exist, are acting upon you every moment of every day - and you on them.

I like this.

Myosotis Flower (Forget-Me-Not) - everlasting love.

Make no mistake. Everything is connected.

Love Ethan..

Prometheus Meets Girl

A piece of prosaic prose, unpoetic poetry.

The moon wanders across the sky,

Meandering towards the distant sanctuary of the mountains.

The Wolfman follows, drawn by something uncontrollable;

Like a ghost ship at the acquiescent mercy of the tides.

The wind makes the weeds dance,

And carries a soft squeak, an exhale of pain.

The cries block him from the moon and the mountains.

The Wolfman approaches softly, whispering sweet everythings;

Holding his hands out in submission,

Claws facing downwards to the blushing, reddening soil.

The Beauty lies damaged and lost,

An impure damsel in infectious distress.

He sends a sincere smile,

She sees a sinister sneer.

He reaches out a paw and strokes her hair.

She recoils, groaning as her typical jerk opens old wounds.

The Wolfman turns to the moon, the mountains.

He scoops The Beauty up in his arms,

And carries her from the crash,

Striding through the weeds of the mire.

She grabs his arms and pushes herself,

As far into the cavern of his shoulder as she can.

Her fingernails dig into The Wolfman's back;

He shuts tears from his eyes and lurches on.

The Beauty squeezes her arms around his neck,

The Wolfman falls to a knee, rises, and continues.

The Beauty begins to cry, and pulls tighter;

The Wolfman's voice rattles, and he takes his final fall.

The moon disappears behind the mountains,

The Beauty looks down, into the still eyes of a young man.

Like An Old Book Misread

Howling Ethan..

The Insomniac With Spinning Nunchakus In His Cranium, Part II

I know that I'm repeating myself again, but that feeling of realisation - of acceptance - about something in your life is one of the best feelings ever. That peculiar-looking jigsaw piece finds its place and you can discern the greater picture, or perhaps just a fragment: a guide. Even when there are lost pieces still finding their places, you can smile at your progression and growth.

I find when I can't sleep - when the nunchakus are again spinning dangerously close to self-injury - when perhaps I'm mad or sad or generally troubled, I write a paragraph of laughable thoughts, usually scarcely related to my madness or sadness or troubles, and it's like a long-needed, well-earned exhale; the kind of exhale you'd do when returning to the surface of a deep, cool lake.

I break the surface, and I am again ready for sleep. I wish I were wiser, and these moments of clarity came a little earlier, before damage is done. But control of such things is an illusion, I'm happy to say. And I am even happier knowing that all things in the past, are exactly that. This perspective is perhaps the most freeing.

Free is related to the Dutch word vrij, and the Germanic word frei. It is from an Indo-European root meaning "to love". I don't know how I find this stuff, but I find it unequivocally interesting.

Sweet Dreams Ethan..

Like Shoes Hanging From A Power Line

I think that opinions are like shoes hanging from a power line; if they are colourful enough everyone will notice - some will regard them with disgust, some with astonishment, some with amusement.

Dangling Ethan..

Daymares

I have posted a few blogs regarding perception. It's a recurring thought that I have pondered and continue to ponder often. It ranges from the "grass is greener" clause, to taking yourself out of the problem to solve it, to the nonsensical clarity that I receive in the haze of a hangover.

Hindsight is an interesting and often demoralising perspective. But sometimes it can prove enlightening and heartening. After all you don't know that you were in a nightmare until you wake up.

Wide Awake Ethan..

A Word Is Worth A Thousand Pictures, Part II

A love heart in my beer. This observation proves that (despite popular opinion) I am quite conscious of what goes on around me, I am a romantic, and perhaps drink a little too frequently. 'Tis the time in my life for it. Brought a smile to my dial, indeed.

Brew-Ha-Ha Ethan..

Dominion

There is a little concrete path at uni, just off the busy stairs iconic of Kelvin Grove QUT. It's surrounded by palms and other trees and bushes. It's not much, but every day when I walk down that path I feel calmer - at peace with everything. For a moment you can dream that you're in a jungle, away from everything, closer to something. I'm by no means an activist when it comes to environmental concerns (A classic, patented Ethan-understatement). I'm an apathetic watcher. But I enjoy the world when I can, and I try to do the little things. Perhaps that's all that is needed.

-- What, are we supposed to un-build the cities, wander off into the jungle?

~ A stupid, specious argument.

~ Dominion.

-- What?

~ We have only one thing to give up - our dominion. We don't own the world. We're not kings, not gods. Can we give that up? Too precious, all that control? Too tempting, being a god?

From the film Instinct.

Juha Ethan..

The Insomniac With Spinning Nunchakus In His Cranium, Part I

I've got infinite ideas, thoughts, feelings, queries, qualms and quandaries nunchaku-ing away in my noggin: spinning, twirling, flicking, closer and closer to damaging my self.

How can I sleep.

Dojo Dodo Ethan..

Postscript.

Dō = way, pursuit.

Jō = a place.

A place of pursuit. I like that.

But Where To Go From Here?

"Tell Me Something Sweet To Get Me By"

I can't remember if I've posted this song before, but it's been a big influence for a while now. The meaning has changed for me substantially, and I like that it can do that: affect me in two different ways in two different stages of my life. It begins quite sad, even though the lyrics are contrastingly loving, but the end makes me feel happier, even though the lyrics are poignantly unsettled. The music has a lot to do with this.

Why. Oh, why.

If It Means A Lot To You - A Day To Remember

And hey darling, I hope you're good tonight,

And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving.

Yeah, I want it but no, I don't need it,

Tell me something sweet to get me by,

'Cause I can't come back back home 'til they're singing;

La, la la la, la la la,

'Til everyone is singing.

If you can wait 'til I get home,

(I get home)

Then I swear to you, that we can make this last.

(La la la)

If you can wait 'til I get home,

(I get home)

Then I swear, come tomorrow this will all be in our past,

Well it might be for the best.

And hey sweet-ay, well I need you here tonight,

And I know that you don't wanna be leaving,

Yeah you want it, but I can't help it,

I just feel complete when you're by my side.

But I know you can't come home 'til they're singing;

La, la la la, la la la,

'Til everyone is singing.

La, la la la, la la la.

If you can wait 'til I get home,

(I get home)

Then I swear to you, that we can make this last.

(La la la)

If you can wait 'til I get home,

(I get home)

Then I swear, come tomorrow this will all be in our past,

Well it might be for the best.

You know you can't give me what I need,

And even though you mean so much to me,

I can't wait through everything.

Is this really happening?

I swear I'll never be happy again,

And don't you dare say we can just be friends.

I'm not some boy that you can sway,

We knew it'd happen eventually.

La, la la la, la la la,

Now everybody's singing.

La, la la la, la la la,

Now everybody's singing.

La, la la la, la la la,

If you can wait 'til I get home,

Then I swear we can make this last.

If you can wait 'til I get home,

Then I swear we could make this last.

The Homesick Album Cover Art

Starts with sorrow,

Ends with tomorrow.

Homebound Ethan..

Despair?

By the sum and substance of its letters, does the word 'despair' insist that misery comes in twos?

Hmm Ethan..

Doodles, Part II

Earth's Essence Evacuates

Inspired by:

- The Flaming Lips' "Do You Realise?". Again.

- Brand New's "Limousine".

- Death.

This image has also been rolling around the walls of my cranium for some time.

For those weeping: that's not blood; the Earth isn't in pain. I just had an image of the Earth opening up, and a gelatinous soul making a fashionably late exit. I intend for it to be like Do You Realise? where it probably should be depressing, but somehow brings back happy memories, and provokes a smile.

When people see friends and family at a funeral, they smile briefly before they burst into tears. Then they remember the cherished life had, even if it is now over for a loved one, and they smile once more. They are one of the most genuine smiles I have ever seen - a smile just for them, remembering - and they make me thankful for all that I have.

It's these miracles that I adore.

For Brett.

Ethan..

Do You Realise?

Can't stop listening to this song. I have no idea why; it hasn't got particularly beautiful lyrics or melody - perhaps it's just a general cadence, (*salutes* General Cadence) but it seems to go straight through me. It seems like it could be a terribly mournful song to the writer/s, but it makes me so happy - or perhaps just clear. It is the definition of hauntingly beautiful.

Do you realise?

That you have the most beautiful face.

Do you realise?

We're floating in space.

Do you realise?

That happiness makes you cry.

Do you realise?

That everyone you know, someday, will die.

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes,

Let them know you realise that life goes fast,

It's hard to make the good things last.

You realise the sun doesn't go down,

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning 'round.

Do you realise?

Do you realise?

That everyone you know, someday, will die.

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes

Let them know you realise that life goes fast,

It's hard to make the good things last.

You realise the sun doesn't go down,

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning 'round.

Do you realise?

That you have the most beautiful face.

Do you realise?

Floating Ethan..

The Gospel According To Nonsense

That feeling of innocence, resplendence.

Soaring over the heavens,

Saving millions of stars,

Keeping the man on the moon smiling.

Horses run free, chasing or being chased, happily.

Eagles follow their trails and the tails of little mice.

Dragons and unicorns and werewolves and bunyips,

Rest comfortably in their chambers of lore.

And fish don't lose any sleep over such nonsense.

Life is created, loved, transferred, and never truly dies.

The dreams of the ancient become the reality of youths.

They say every end is a new beginning.

But the dubious indubitably dupes.

Rest, knowing that living according to holism means you'll never be lonely.

Delirious Ethan..

Changing The Current Of The River Styx

Only the Pharaohs and Druids and ancient Greek Gods,

Know the answers and questions of Man.

Shame they're woven in stories forgotten or lost,

Perhaps never again to Be found.

We sift through signs and solitary morals,

And laugh as the day turns to night.

But the screeds of the watchers and long-fearful Judgers,

Fail in striking their apropos chord.

Now dance your architecture and sing your silence;

Fly my dear pretties, fly.

The Rapture alludes to a panoramic view,

Of your happiest, be-Loved plights.

Enjoy the dancing, the silence, the storm;

Remember the Power around.

The Earth is still turning, for we make it so;

We may S'well turn the current of Styx.

Boatman Ethan..

Chasing Umbrellas

New song.

If you ever get that inkling,

That you got the slow horse in this merry-go-round,

Stop.

Try not to continue the charade,

Let the actors exit the masquarade;

So far away, from nothing at all,

You're closer to the feeling than you think.

Come tell me what you're thinking,

You beautiful, silent a cappella.

Their wont;

Your haunt;

Escape route savant.

We're all standing in the rain,

Or chasing umbrellas.

And then you turn the lights on,

We throw our smiles across the room.

Who cares where you blew in from,

As long as you don't blow back soon.

"Ain't it a shame,"

They said, shaking their heads;

We make our getaway, laughing,

Into the shimmering rain.

"Speak of the devil and he doth appear",

The words reverse, but the meaning remains.

My umbrella chases the wind,

We laugh, and follow indifferent.

This pursuit of happiness encircles, entwines.

How could we ever feel the cold?

It doesn't matter if it flies further;

We could never be closer,

Chasing our umbrella of gold.

Chasing Umbrellas

Soaking Ethan..

White Whales

"Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been."" - From Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle - and is a variation of a line from John Greenleaf Whittier's poem, Maud Muller.

This is essentially what I see White Whales to be. Obviously I've purloined the term from Herman Melville's well-known and oft-quoted novel Moby Dick. White Whales are the things in our lives that bother us, even from afar; sometimes it's a distant flicker - sometimes its a feeling akin to a paper-cut to the eyelid. They could be missed opportunities, or our fears pursuing us, or people who've hurt us, or regretful actions we have made. In our moments of despair we look out to the ocean and think of our white whales; the ticking of our crocodile's clock; the Iago to our Othello; the Monster to our Frankenstein.

But as we see in Moby Dick, revenge and obsession is not the answer. We've got to let our white whales go; otherwise we too may be lynched and drowned by our own harpoon - sucked into the dark azure abyss for ever-after.

Save hate's spit.

After all, "living well is the best revenge". (Thanks George)

Call Me Ethan..

All We See of Stars...

When you look into the sky at night, and see those glowing balls that seem to either shimmer quietly or streak across their sticky dark canvas to their demise, you're not actually looking at them as they are; they're so far from your eye that you could be seeing how some stars looked several years ago.

That's why all we see of stars, are their old photographs.

Say Cheese Ethan..

Doodles, Part I

I find myself doodling a lot. I've done it all my schooling life, I guess. Or anytime when I'm just sitting with pen and paper really. I write down random lyrics or draw little pictures that are usually depictions of insanity and idiocy, but they are often inspired by my mood or a song or a recent event. I thought I should try putting some on here instead of always using other people's pictures. Won't be all the time though, but sometimes.

Do You Realise?

Inspired by:

- my recent "white whales"*, and

- The Flaming Lips' song "Do You Realise?" of which I have obviously pilfered the title.

*perhaps I should indulge this further. Ah... later. Stay tuned.

Involves my:

- interests,

- beliefs, and

- current tribulations.

It's a pretty simple image - I know I've said that a word is worth a thousand pictures, but everything isn't beautiful all of the time. I truly wish 'twere.

If I wasn't so fickle, I'd probably get this tattooed.

I'm so very tired now.

Dozing Ethan..