Artistic Anarchy

When I grow up, I'll go down the river to the Singing Sea

“When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am.”

by johndsykes86

Originally posted on The Daily Post:

Maya Angelou by Spanglej, CC BY-SA 2.0.

Maya Angelou by Spanglej, CC BY-SA 2.0 .

Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.

Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin — find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that it was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.

When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am, who we are, what we’re capable of, how…

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A confession on UCSB and “I Deserve” culture.

by johndsykes86

This has been bothering me since yesterday morning and I have no other place put this where I know people will see it without writing it off as just another tweet. I also recognize that I am more than likely preaching to the choir here.

I really hope the USCB incident opened some eyes as to how misogyny affects all of us. This is going to be written off as some “mentally unstable” person shooting up a place but females deal with that sort of attitude everyday and I see it on Facebook at least once a week.

“My hair color isn’t an excuse to leer at me”
“I had to tell this dude I was taken so he’d leave me alone”
“We don’t love these hoes…”

Not to mention the friends I know who have been sexually assaulted or harassed and have to live with the specter of fear that is daily life.

Those are real statuses in my TL from people I know. People you probably know and didnt even think twice when you read it. This isn’t a new thing but a culture of expectation that’s been created over time. We (we being men) have to do something about it.  Stop acting as if something’s owed to us because we’ve gotten an idea in our heads that every women is just an object for our sexual conquest.

It’s hard. I’ve been there. As hard as it is (and could easily be used to shoot down my argument), I’ve been there. But when you turn around and look at your friends being harassed or not being able to walk the streets at night for fear of harm…it sorta clicks.

I was part of  the problem. Maybe not directly to the people i know. But for every time time I complained about being friend-zoned  by someone I liked or dropping the friendships of woman I genuinely respected because I wasn’t getting what I wanted out off them…I was part of the problem

It took a lot of introspection and a long time to undo some of those motives. Some days, I worry that I don’t do enough to call out casual sexism.  It’s a battle against a culture and upbringing that’s designed to belittle women. When you finally see the personal damage that it does, you (hopefully) turn around.
I just hope more and more men can have the wake-up call I’ve had. The world would be a lot better for it.

 

Butternut Squash Risotto

by johndsykes86

Originally posted on Buttered Side Down:

This blog has been a long time in the works. I even had the domain nailed down and basically set up for months already. But the reason I didn’t start it up until now (other than sheer laziness in refusing to write down the exact measurements of my recipes) is that I was waiting for The Recipe. The one worthy to start a blog with. You guys, this is it.

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Let’s celebrate…

by johndsykes86

Let’s celebrate now, while there’s flesh on our bones…

Bjork – I See Who You Are

10 Songs, 10 Days: The Pioneers – Bloc Party

by johndsykes86

“We promised the world we’d tame it, what were we hoping” 

If a line could be a mantra for my life, that would probably be it. Wanting to be a world-beater and being beat down by reality but still wanting to aspire to something despite of all the reasons why it wont or cant happen. Music in general is my religion, but Bloc Party’s Silent Alarm is just one of those albums that I find the need to revisit, like Mecca. From the opening riffs to the repeated lines “We will not be the last”, just a song that’ll be imprinted on my heart for a long while.

8 Signs You Are Becoming Boring

by Thought Catalog

Thought Catalog:

Err…I dont consider myself boring, but a couple of things apply to me. Doomed.

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

Disclaimer: I write this list in full recognition of the fact that I am a freshly-minted Boring Person myself. This is a space of no judgment, only facts.

1. You see students out having fun and are exasperated.

It starts with the high school kids. You see them out at the mall, scowling at things, drinking their energy drinks and just generally being assholes in front of the Pacsun or the Hot Topic. You think, “God, what irritating little warts. Good thing I was never 15,” and then carry on your boring way to go get a loofah at Bed Bath and Beyond or whatever you are there to do. Then you see college kids, getting rowdy in a bar, potentially using terrible fake IDs but still getting away with it because the bartender is cool and they want the money. Despite the fact that you, too, used a fake…

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Dearly Beloved – Yoko Shimomura

by johndsykes86

If you ever played Kingdom Hearts, any of them really, you’ve probably heard some variation of this song. You have stopped what you were doing even if you were about to start up your game or was grilling a steak* to hear this song. Square Enix has been known to have wonderful composers create wonderful themes for its RPG’s over the years.Go listen to thisthis and this, and oh this if you don’t believe me.  It honestly shouldn’t be a surprise for those that know me that this song is one of my favorites. One of the few soundtracks that stick with you completely, not just for the nostalgia factor of “Part of Your Word” or the “Mickey Mouse Club Theme”, but songs like the one I chose. Enjoy and I’ll have another one posted tomorrow.

*as an aside, I once burned a steak and a pan because I kept listening to this song.  These are things that are like to happen if you’re around me for too long. Also, my heart breaks when Roxas is just a Nobody. Literally. And no its not spoilers if you haven’t played the game by now. 

I’ve neglected you, Artistic Anarchy.

by johndsykes86

And I’m sorry. I’ve been sorta busy in my own (humorous) madness as of late and haven’t been putting words down to binary like I should have. A lot of minor things I wont worry your head about and perhaps a lot of changes coming. But you know me the best and you know being calm in chaos and calamity is my speciality. 

Everyday, I find myself wanting to slow down time and do the things I want and actually enjoy it. I’m deadly afraid of being caught up in 2, 3, 5, 10 years of…this. Work in, work out. and rushed weekends. 

Trips to Europe, Japan. Maybe South America… Getting lost in alleys, sleeping in uncomfortable airport seats. I think I want to do this for a while before plotting my next move. No idea how I’m going to pay for it, but I really do need to see the world out of outside of the US. 

 

So yea, there’s me in a capsule. I got a couple of things planned for you, AA. Love you lots.

Always yours,
Johnathon. 

 

 

Nepal: Shop Ladies

by johndsykes86

Originally posted on Love, laugh, be light:

I love the people of Nepal because their happiness is authentic, effortless, and humble – a true statement of how living simply can provide you with an abundantly satisfying life. Wouldn’t it be refreshing to adopt this way of living? Here are two of my favorite portraits I took so far and a quick snippet I wrote about each woman.

Fabric Woman, Nepal

Cloth
around you, above
you, below
you.
Antique charm,
ageless grace,
your breath illuminates me.
You are happiness:
the simple kind,
the kind that blooms
out of
patterned fabrics,
sewing machines,
pin-needles, and
colored thread.
Toothless smile,
wrinkled eyes –
the stars bathe in you.
Can I wrap your
presence
in this cloth, can I
sew
your spirit into my
dreams?
I come,
and you smile. I leave,
and you smile.
Happiness.

Store Woman sitting on coke bottles

Crated coke bottles,
piled potatoes,
a gust of wind passes by.
You are love,
soft and effortless.
Silky…

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