Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

get away from that bluesman

 After topping off the punk doc, we engaged on a documovie - again on IFC - about some modern Delta bluesmen.  Trip me out and call me a triangle.  The music . . . let's just say that the little girls understand . . . and the old men were pieces of work. 

Don't waste your life trying to make people understand, 'cause mostly they won't.  There's a lot of stupid people out there.

saith the bluesman.

I slept hard last night, fading quickly after the tale of the Olympic line ships.  I woke late, plagued by dreams of frustration, trying to make people understand, realizing the utter impossiblity of making some people be sensible.  Frustration is the result of impatience.  Impatience requires calm and sometimes reconsideration.  Dissipating energy may be necessary, but anger often derails our efforts to obtain the results we desire.

Frustration reflects the frictional heat of efforts.  In wanting, we try and in trying, we want.  As the trying becomes difficult, faith in the want can be shaken, leading to the conclusion that the effort may be for naught, making trying more difficult.  Frustration is the expenditure of the desire energy into disappointment.

And they say I live too much in my head.  Fie upon them, fiends.

I am the wizard king.  I can do anything.

Malinov
not a lizard, by any means

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