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i spy another goth thread snaking around on its black underbelly.

interesting... it's been awhile.
and i've just been scanning over in this rushed week
with a vocalization akin to: "huh."

you have roused my busy quiet into a few words...
(darn, and i have a busy night ahead, too.)

sister ysoie talked about "Bela Lugosi's Dead"
from Bauhaus. oh yeah, yes, classic familiarity.


it was either Peter Murphy or Daniel Ash that admitted
"Bela Lugosi's Dead" to be completely tongue-in-cheek...
they were astonished at all their fans showing up
in black clothing and makeup, didn't know what to
think of it all.

so they rode it out, decided to capitalize from it.
   ...it was -Bauhaus- that actually
        emulated their -audience's- appearance....

their music -was- dark, true. it has an aggression
that most sissy-froo-froo "goth" acts fail to deliver.
that, and they have always been tres' stylish.

http://www.bauhausmusik.com/

(did i mention that i got to
see them here in Detroit last December?)

(be envious... be very envious.)


so, goth. huh. goth.

you ever identify with something/someone
for so long that it becomes integral to your person,
only to drift and wander about half-in, half-out
and then one day...

you hear the word, the name of it.

and all scabs and things underlying fling open
to the name and every thing that is black
and not-clear are invoked by it, questioning?


what...      w h o . . .     is  this?



straightening my specs, i say
     ah yes, my gothic is ~

...the architecture of arcs converging
to pointed tops, the eternally magnificent geometric
patterns cross-cutting inside the whole,
classic in form and excellent in all degrees...

...the not-so-likeminded not-so-cultlike mindset,
but rather one that is expressly driven to creativity
of a darker, more disturbing origin that is oft-times
covert in order to play the system and survive...

...oscillating between the harmless Appolonian
     and confrontational and haunted Dionysan...

...arching my brow at the recent imitations
to Dionysan spirit as shallow and inarticulate...
     (millions of teen Manson fans, et al.)

          ...sardonic when appropriate...

...the embracing of the olde
                      and the sweet caress of technology...

  ...a framework of musickal and visual art,
physics, geometry and anatomy that has taken
         twenty-seven years to construct...

...as guilty of media stereotyping as those i cast stones at...

...feigning picket fences while furnishing my interior
         with the bones of creatures long-dead,
   along with the scraps of scarred sheets of steel...

...the unleashed manifestation of what most prefer to
  tuck away safely in the subconscious, to tear away
         fear and lick the unfolding of it on the eye...


...a bizarre meshing of Christianity and what we fear most...


    ...more bipolar than most yet steadily controlled...



what others flavours are espoused among us?
eye suspect more than what is apparent.

talk.


good night,

edward jay

NP: Laibach - Opus Dei - 11 - Koza (Skin).mp3

"Modern conquerors can kill, but do not seem to be able to create.
Artists know how to create but cannot really kill.
Murderers are only very exceptionally found among artists."
- Albert Camus
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