Hmmm...

I have a new phone. Some times I like it, but just as I've written that I begin to dislike it. See the thing is, it's a smart-phone. I like the paper and pen approach to life. I like diaries, journals, and real notes. I like the newspaper. I also play the bass. Which sounds like a tangent but it's not. It only has four strings, and I like that minimalistic approach to things, I think my phone should represent that. If I were to pick a representative instrument, it would be a seven string electric guitar with built in kaos pad, and finished in silver. Because it sounds fantastically technological, and you could probably make great things happen, like control Mexico, but for the life of me I don't know where it switches off. Nor do I really want to. It has features that I don't want to use, my journal will gather dust. And on principal I don't like real things gathering dust, will virtual things replace them.

And that is why I will never buy a Rasberry, or an iPhone with rubber things, and apps.


©2010 Sean Tuckey

Violence: Love

There is a poetic finality about a bullet. The roulette of death or life that unfolds with the flight of the bullet, is as irreversible as a word given wings. The brutality with which a bullet carries out it's destiny is admirable in my opinion.

Departed from it's sinister origins, it's a beautifully simple mechanism designed to realise it sole purpose in milliseconds. To realise love with the brutality of a bullet. There's a poetic statement.

The world is in fact black and white. When you boil everything down to it's most finite divergence, you are always faced with two options, and they always diverge in opposite directions from there. I think once you get that, you get life. Life involves choices, and we make them grey.

I don't think you can get the totality of that simplicity until you begin to understand a bigger picture. Life is about absolutes. Truth is always true.

Ultimately you can love, or not. And within that you can love or not with all you are...

...and that is why I hold onto love with violence.

©2010 Sean Tuckey

The World is Black and White...