Lightwriter

I think It is funny how hard I was trying to leave Oklahoma and now all I want to do is come back to see him again…

My father has been an inspiration in my life.  A man of fortitude, strength, and faith. He never backs down and always believes no matter the odds. Something I think we all should learn from.

Thank you, dad. You have no idea how proud I am to be your son.

I love you.

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I am a lover of aesthetic. Every form, especially music.  

Lately I have been on a post-rock kick. Explosions in the sky, godspeed you! black emperor, mogwai, pelican, russian circles… I have been researching new bands to listen to and maybe emulate a bit in my own music. I  found a band that has been stuck in my head for a week now- Red Sparowes. When looking on their site I found the greatest explanation of their name. 

-May 23, 1958: Mao Tse Tung initiates the Great Leap Forward, his second five-year plan for the People’s Republic of China. In addition to imposing impossibly high quotas on mainland farmers (to produce both grain in their fields and shoddy steel in their backyard furnaces) the Chairman insists that the countries four greatest evils rats, mosquitoes, flies and sparrows must be exterminated in order to maximize production. Villagers are instructed to scream and bang pots and pans to keep the sparrows in flight until the birds die of exhaustion. Soon, the sparrow population is drastically reduced, leaving no natural predator for the countries locusts which proceed to decimate Chinas crops. The result is possibly the worst famine in human history. Between 1958 and 1961, as many as 43 million Chinese die of starvation. Meanwhile, local government authorities falsify agricultural reports in order to avoid Mao’s often senseless wrath. Soldiers are dispatched to villages to find grain that the peasants are accused of hiding. Thousands of villagers are tortured and murdered in the search for grain stores that never existed. When they run out of bark and grass to eat, peasants in some provinces resort to cannibalism. 

The Chairman: Where is the grain? The people deceive their country. Relieve them of the ravages of the sparrow, and they welcome the havoc of the locust. What guidance will they accept, if not Mine? What punishment shall I mete out, if not everything at My disposal?

The Proletariat: How is it that our Leader cannot see us starving? Why do we continue to toil in vain? Is not revolution in the hearts and minds of the people? If political power grows out of the barrel of a gun, perhaps we are harvesting the wrong crops.

Its just interesting that I picked that bird to be a symbol on my back for similar reasons…

I love the handful of the earth that you are.

Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,

I have no other star. You are my replica of the multiplying universe.

  Your hips were that much of the moon for me;

your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;

your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like

honey in the shade.

So I pass across your burning 

form, kissing you—-

compact and planetary, my 

dove, my globe.

-Pablo  Neruda