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Jun. 24th, 2009



Dv8 physical theatre


I stumbled upon this video a few days ago. I was completely captivated. Dv8 has some really amazing stuff out there.

You should really watch the rest of this film on youtube

curious to hear anyone's thoughts

May. 19th, 2009

Mitchell and Webb


A load of bull and humans...

Alright, I've just been having an arguement at univeristy about the self-improvment philosophy of transhumanism... this probably doesn't make any sense to anyone who actually knows what they are talking about, and I certainlly don't claim to be a scholar in this area, but i have need of ranting space. 
And SO!:

  1. The intellectual and cultural movement that affirms the possibility and desirability of fundamentally improving the human condition through applied reason, especially by developing and making widely available technologies to eliminate aging and to greatly enhance human intellectual, physical, and psychological capacities.

2.      The study of the ramifications, promises, and potential dangers of technologies that will enable us to overcome fundamental human limitations, and the related study of the ethical matters involved in developing and using such technologies.


Transhumanism states that we should improve the human species, right?
In every manner they are trying to build an alpha-being. However is this not an entirely self-defeating cause of action, for human beings as a species will never reside entirely on the same level, and whatever there is that is great, there shall always be better. To shape our own destiny is something that fascinates us, (and I believe such freedom is one of the growing attractions of websites such as Second Life where one may shape and design one’s avatar down to the very thickness of their hair and ankles, choose where they are, behave as they wish). Indeed the shaping and defining of the human race, I think was explored by a certain Mr Hitler, if anyone remembers, and that didn’t go too well.
Claims that transhumanism arose from periods of thought such as the Enlightenment are preposterous, there may be a theory of personal alleviation, certain enough, surely every person in the world will do their best to further themselves, to make themselves more intelligent, better looking, fitter, faster and wiser. Is this in direct competition, I suppose it is a fight to supremacy. There will always be someone fitter, faster and wiser, however we may endeavour to improve ourselves.

One only needs to look at the current trend in self-improvement in young girls starving themselves to make themselves thinner, to see how disastrously this will end.

To speak of removing illness- this shall not happen, unless we can cheat death (and I here state that I hope to the heavens that we do not, a world without death would have to be an elitist world, a world without birth, of constant sameness).

See the bullshit I can come up with when I’m supposed to be writing an essay?

May. 18th, 2009

ancient marriner


David Delamare- For Diana

The rather beautiful work of artist David Delamare, in response to an entirely off-topic chat about Diana's avatar.
Favourite pictures anyone?
Mitchell and Webb


A single line of poetry...

If you were to have one line of poetry tattooed on your body what would it be? AND WHY?

For me I think it would have to be Stevie Smith's
forgive me, forgive me for here where I stand there is noone beside me, no lover at hand. No footsteps but mine in my desert of sand.

The first time I read this I cried, I nearly always cry when I read this poem, it is deeply moving and completely touching.

May. 17th, 2009

ancient marriner


Another question...

Hm... now pleased with last post so will throw another question into the air and see if anybody catches it- this is fun!- and I'm feeling naughty now.

The author, the writer, as a function... is a storyteller, an entertainer- yes? no? Or an activist, a political mover with the power to change things.
How much influence does a writer have? Enough to change the world?
Had dear old G.W. Bush been watching too much Lord of the Rings?

So an author... musician... rapper... artist... beyond being openly controvesial, how much power do we thing artists HAVE in the real world? Tell me, I'm dieing to know! ;-)

May. 16th, 2009

Geek Glasses


If you could...

change any one thing about the world.... what would it be?

May. 15th, 2009

ancient marriner


The Writer's Role

One more thing, my loves... lets get some talking going on in here.

The writer's role... (I've started a little of this on my own special blog)... can the writer's role be a selfish one, to write only for themselves, fulfiling their own personal desires, using writing as a therapy, or do we in fact have some kind of duty, as writers, to speak what needs to be heard....

ancient marriner


Jed- an introduction

Ah! Lovely this stuff is. My thanks to dear little Seanbug for putting me onto this, and by way of beginning I shall introduce myself.
I am Jedediah, a fine young Irishman with a passion for literature and sixties protest music, and I have decided to become a poet. Fine claim I hear you cry, but I care not for practicalities, only passions. If poetry is today's order of the day, then with poetry I shall comply.

Feed it back, pass it on, always delighted. JED x

Who were you?
Who thought yourself so brave and true,
Were you lord or king,
Did the divine lights shine upon you?
You were a soldier.

There are no soldiers here.

short sweet perhaps, my apologies but my brain will work no more tonight...


May. 13th, 2009


A little random poetry/prose/et cetera.

Wrote this a while ago. I suppose they call this emojournal for a reason. xD

Faces turned in shameful denial,
Never shall they bear a smile;
Why do we turn to you?
Why do we think you hold the truth?
We let ourselves be taken hold
By your lies, your mask; You're bold
To take advantage of such sweetness,
Turn it sour.

Our little cubes of sugar, as sitting on the plate,
Are forever dissolved by your acidic hate,
And our milk forever spoiled,
By our methodic turmoil.
And when you've come and gone,
Done your damage, said your words,
Used us 'till we burned,
We'll still be here.

And now we sway to another tune,
And we bow to another Lord and Master,
Watching ourselves fall even faster...
If we're going down, we're going down good,
We're going down clean, obscene,
We're gonna hit the ground running,
We're breaking through your twisted screen,
The strongest broken souls you've ever seen.
And by we, I mean me.

May. 11th, 2009




I'd love to get a stream of poems going on here, please feel free to post your own work or the work of others you admire. I'm going to start with:


children of the world

i command you

hear my call

break off the barrier the drew around you

and tear down the holy wall

for you are each born free

and no god can give you rank

no king may tell you yet

you must submit to mark

the ousla and the officers, the watchers and the hunters

now you are young and know nothing,

but you shall become like them

In time you will find these walls settle in

you could not live without them

so fight them now, fight them hard

listen to the voice of the free

let them put no chains upon your mind


for the chains will make you fear


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