Another World…

It truly is another world.

The images sent by the probe show a smooth plain, near a rocky outcrop.

The landscape is quite unlike the boulder-strewn site on the other side of Mars where its sister craft, Spirit, landed three weeks earlier.

I’ve lived a life.

I’ve lived a life, and was forced to become
what I have become… What have I become?

I’ve laughed and cried and easily sighed,
a notion of loneliness alone in my life.

I’ll get back to that in some other future
get back to living, after remembering to forget.

There’s only so much that I can say to you
before you run out of things that you want said
from me…

I’ve lived this life (a crime) of advances,
mysterious glances and passing dances

I’ve gotten back to dreaming or wishing of pages
turned one after another. Another turn of my neck

to see what I’d seen, a sight once dreamed,
less seen, and heard and close my ears to the sound

of you and your voice and me and my choice
singing, dancing (alone among whispers).

I’ve lived a life, almost too much to become
something other than what I am…

… and surely that must be fine, because that’s what there is
and that is all that I can give… I’ve given all to live.

I wonder…

There was a time I had something to say. Something to do. Those days seem to be over now. I work on something else. Some other level. I try not to think about it. I try to focus on some other action, or atmosphere. I can put the words together, clearly, when I can hear inside my own head… When I can feel comfortable sitting alone in my house. There are times it’s the best time in my life, there are times I want to die. I can’t understand my particular breed of loneliness… it’s almost an illusion, but it is sometimes so real.

Then I come to thought of reality vs. illusion. What is it that makes my life complete? What fulfills me? Do I really love anything or one (other than what might be obvious)? Is there really anything that makes me happy? What is happiness? A temporary state of mind, that is sometimes over before it really begins? What brings about happiness? Illusion? Avoidance? The idea that something that is, is and will only be for so long? What does that do for me? Everything is temporary, so why get upset about it? What is it, anyway?

I have the TV on, muted. The pictures light the room like some sort of broken strobe…

Communication problems for Mars rover…

The Mars rover is experiencing communication problems due to intereference from some form of Martian life form. Washington is keeping this under wraps, but through certain avenues I’ve learned that this is indeed true.

What is up there? What is happening with the rover? What are they planning? Is there a possibility they are trying to communicate with us? What are they saying? The code is complex, unlike anything ever seen/heard before…

What does this change? How will my life change?

If Elvis came back today, where would you be tomorrow?

What?

There’s really nothing to say (actually). After all, it boils down to water, boils down to nothing… Build it up, tear it down… Look it over, respect your respect. (Keep it to yourself.) It was just one way of looking at the world… without a connection, with connection (alone). I submitted myself, remitted to my own self (well being, alone).

In the end, there was just confusion, confused sentimentality (sentiment). Resentment foisted, faltered… and really, I’m just wasting time… Now?

I’ve been a self righteous something (nothing), and that’s all fine with me. Can you honestly say you understand?

Morrissey news…

From BBC

Morrissey’s first album for seven years will be called You Are The Quarry. It’ll come out on Attack records in April – the first fruit of the deal he signed last year with Sanctuary.

Moz and his band recorded almost thirty songs at Hook End Manor in Oxfordshire with producer Jerry Finn, and they’ve now been whittled down to the final set.

Guitarist Alan Whyte told 6 Music a few of the unmistakeably Morrissey-esque titles, which include My Life Is A Series Of People Saying Goodbye, Teenage Dad On His Estate, Don’t Make Fun Of Daddy’s Voice, I Have Forgiven Jesus and How Can Anybody Know How I Feel.

Alan told 6 Music: “It’s gonna be a great album. I think the fans will be really really excited. I personally think it’s the best Morrissey album to date. It’s kind of like a cross between Your Arsenal and Vauxhall and I musically – there’s real variety there. There are some slow songs, some uptempo ones and a few real tough-sounding tracks.”

Ryno gets dissed… Again!

This just isn’t right, no matter how you look at it. The man deserves to be in the Hall of Fame, first chance he gets…