Tuesday, August 23, 2005

PollyWannaPalette

In The Matrix, the Oracle continually reminded Neo that he already knew the answer, he needed only to ask the right questions. She said this from various spots, most notably from within her hearth baked kitchen, beneath a sign in greek: Know Thyself. The Aristocrats is a documentary about the one joke everyone knows, where the punchline holds no glamour - the beginning and end are meaningless. The joke is in the palette through which the language is painted. The answer is merely a catalyst, reaching back in time to inspire a question. The Aristocrats highlights the analogy between improv comedy and jazz, naming coltrane more than once. I have been thinking about this movie since bedtime, and again when i woke. As humans, when we define ourselves by the way we use the palette versus the beginning and end results, we find our true selves. I always loved the part in chemistry where we balanced equations. The end result was pre-conceived, it was the process of reaching balance from which information was obtained. Just as synthesis of information supercedes the way in which information is acquired. The satirization of aristocracy has become a simple excuse to set free the limited mind. So it's still the week of Perry.

Mountain Song

comin' down the mountain
one of many children
everybody has
their own opinion
everybody has
their own opinion
holding it back
hurts so bad
jumping out of my flesh
and i said -
cash in!
cash in now honey
cash in now
cash in now
cash in now honey
cash in miss smith
cash in now!

i was comin down the mountain
met a child she had pin eyes
we had the same opinion
had the same opinion
she was holding it back
it hurts so bad
jumping out of her flesh
and i said -
cash in!
cash in now honey
cash in now
cash in now
cash in now honey
cash in miss smith
cash in now!

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