What Is This Post About?

17 Mar

There’s not much going on in my head tonight. No words of wisdom. No original blogging ideas. Heck, I’m not even sure why I turned on the computer and logged into WordPress. It could be that I got tired of watching Star Trek: The Next Generation on BBC America. The episode that just ended saw Geordi turn into an alien. The next episode has Barkley turning into a superhuman. It seems that everyone is always turning into something on that show.

I went to a couple of sessions of the Southeastern Conference basketball tournament this week. My team lost, and the other games weren’t very exciting, either. Probably, the most exciting part about the week was finding myself behind a Fisker Karma. Don’t worry. I also didn’t know what it was, but I looked up the price. Base: $94,000.

The Karma

The Karma

I hope the driver remembers that Karma is a bitch sometimes.

For some reason, Eric Cartman just entered my head.Eric CartmanI haven’t seen Southpark in a long time. Unlike Star Trek: The Next Generation, they don’t turn into different things on that show. They do a lot of funny crap, though.

Oh, there’s this other thing that popped into my head. The Moody Blues recorded an album called Days of Future Past that I have always been fascinated with.Moody Blues

It’s a concept album that takes the listener through the day from morning until night. Each song is about a certain time of day. The album includes Nights in White Satin and other songs, but it begins and ends with poetry. Those poems are what has fascinated me.

The Day Begins

Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is gray and yellow, white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion

Pinprick holes in a colourless sky
Let insipid figures of light pass by
The mighty light of ten thousand suns
Challenges infinity and is soon gone
Night time, to some a brief interlude
To others the fear of solitude

Brave Helios, wake up your steeds
Bring the warmth the countryside needs

Late Lament

Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day’s useless energy spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young

Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is grey and yellow, white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion

So, what is this post about?

It’s about a car that is a bitch to pay for and could be a bitch to drive.

It’s about Eric Cartman, one of the great authority figures of our time.

It’s about the poetry of the Moody Blues.

It’s about needing to write something and just letting stuff pour onto the screen.

7 Responses to “What Is This Post About?”

  1. John March 17, 2013 at 17:50 #

    Was a time I was heavily into “Days of Future Passed.” Been a loooooong time since I listened to it.

    • Rick March 17, 2013 at 19:45 #

      It’s a great album. I haven’t listened to it in a while either.

  2. memyselfandkids.com March 18, 2013 at 02:43 #

    Stream of consciousness works for me. I haven’t seen an episode of South Park in too long.
    Who is your team?

    • Rick March 18, 2013 at 15:45 #

      Stream of consciousness is always a good writing option. Sometimes I worry that my stream isn’t very coherent. I used to watch South Park all of the time. Of course, I used to do a lot of things that have faded in time.

      My team is Tennessee, and they didn’t do so much at the end. NIT bound.

      Thanks for taking the time to comment.

      • memyselfandkids.com March 18, 2013 at 21:14 #

        I think if any of us are truly stream of consciousness, it would come out so disjointed and probably some other ways we might not want known.
        In terms of commenting – my pleasure.

  3. DyingNote March 30, 2013 at 09:57 #

    Haven’t heard the Moody Blues in a long while. Here’s a prompt to get back to it.

    • Rick March 30, 2013 at 13:58 #

      I haven’t listened to that album in a while, but those poems have always stuck with me.

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