This is a subject dear to me. I consider it knowledge that liberates me from my limited body, limited mind, and makes my life unique and well worth living. In short, what this blog is about is my 'robot revolt'. My love song to creation.
Community college video in psychology at the tender age of 19 gave me this gem of information. In this video, a group of students- about 14- sat around a rectangular desk. All students but one knew that this was a test. And the 14 or so students changed after every test until a dozen or so of the same example was done. Here was the test:
Two penciled lines were drawn by the instructor. One line was obviously longer then the other- by inches. The paper with these two uneven lines was then passed around, and each student said openly (to the 13 or so other students) which line was longer. Since all but one student in the experiment where in on the experiment, each student would openly say that the shorter line was the longest. In every single test the same bizarre result occurred: the test subject not in the know would agree (when their turn came up) that the shorter line was the longest. They were asked twice, just like the students who knew the correct answer, and every single subject agreed that the shorter line was the longer line.
This was not an optical illusion experiment. The line was clearly shorter- by inches- yet the test subject never disagreed with every other person who said otherwise. Why?
Perhaps they were afraid to differ. Perhaps they did not want to argue. Perhaps their brains actually saw the line to be longer by some trick of imagination; when the mass group agreed, not a single person disagreed.
I call it the critical thinking test. Fear is probably what made the subjects say otherwise. Or they wanted to be agreeable. Maybe if they disagreed they would have to face that there was something wrong with them (in their mind). For whatever reason, no one wanted to go against the group and say that the line was inches shorter then the other. No one wanted to (or could) give the correct answer.
I love independent thought. Original thought. The human brain is an ocean of ideas, generated by electricity. I like to think of my creativity like a perpetual thunderstorm; I barely have control of the flow; but like a storm I can freeze moments of these ideas in photographs. Write it down, like a fisherman catching a fish in a great flowing river. Ideas plucked from ever changing forms of energy- thought, movement, image.
Stay true to yourself no matter how much they object. If you see the line is shorter, even if they are hostile and shout you are wrong, you know the answer. You're thoughts are what keep you unique. Be true to yourself. Because 'what is in vogue' is just a table of test subjects, told to say the opposite of truth.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
My Badger Coffee Cup Epiphany
A few years ago, when I used people for survival, I began a loveless but eye opening relationship with a man I met on Craig's List. He answered one of my hair brained schemes in ad form. They were all ridiculous, but intentionally laced with an air of adventure, or intrigue: the stuff that would attract a man with a life as ordinary as molasses.
His house was bare. No photographs, paintings, or posters. Just institutional white walls in a consistently dark apartment. The darkness came from blankets (not curtains) to blot out natural sunlight for the purpose of watching movies on an impressive home projector (turned his living room into a home theater, and our relationship was based on silence and downloaded movies.) Any light, even during the day, came from light bulbs. He was too lazy to take the blankets down, and saw no purpose when he would have to re-tack them to the windows for a nightly movie.
Once I asked him to put some life in the apartment, where I was basically living for the sake of 'a meal ticket' as my blunt friends said. He came home with almost identical posters- ads for a local beer- placed in rows a few feet apart. Typical clique of what a man in his later 20's should be interested in, plastered to the walls. He was probably proud of himself to not have gone the ultra clique route of, say, a Bob Marley poster in the town we lived in (Humboldt County.)
We had nothing in common. But I liked two things about him: he listened to N.P.R. for a few minutes after work, and he drank coffee. Folgers coffee though.
Perhaps it was the caffeine coursing throw my blood that caused a mind expanding revaluation one morning at this man's home: all because of his coffee cup. Folgers coffee in a plain old, thrift store (which, to me, a thrift store can be on the other spectrum of awesome and quirky finds) coffee cup, with some type of animal (a badger I believe) as it's decoration. It was picked up mindlessly (believe me, this man had no affinity to badgers...he had no affinity to anything whatsoever) to serve the function of holding a coffee brand for those with no taste buds. And from there my head went spinning...
I've seen the other bad and opposite spectrum of trying to make every purchase cool for the sake of what seems cool. Did not like that either.
What happened to cultivating a personal style? Taste. Having critical reasoning and a lust for life. Passion! I don't drink Merlot, no matter how good people say the bottle will be. Mindless gifts (bath soaps) draw the same reaction from me. Thought needs to be put into life. Otherwise what is the purpose? With no ideas, dreams, lusts, and beautiful pursuits, there is only mechanical action and reaction. There is only a pulse.
I read an article on a famous Italian businessman, who said that, getting dressed in the morning is your first opportunity of the day to cultivate your own style. He has his favorite espresso brand, his own fashion sense; here is a man living on a higher plane then most people. And that is what this blog is about. Being conscious in every decision. It's all we have; and it's more then enough to make life explode everyday. Every morning you chose your outfit, your diction, what book to read, your politics. I may not like a certain persons style, but I respect the effort. Unlike the man who blocked out light; such a metaphor for his unconscious state.
One more aspect to discuss on the subject of lusts. There is nothing I hate more then being persecuted for having a personality; style; interests; love. It has happened to me many times. These drones do not understand, and their fear makes them dangerous. Or their jealously. I was thrown out of a town (with 100 or so illiterate residence) because of a strong personality. This was in the hills of Big Flat, off of the 299 highway. I consider it a compliment and a personal achievement to be physically removed from a town of hicks, all because of a collected intimidation. Or when I hear a crude nickname for myself. Hey, I am out there loving the air I breathe. Please don't loath my love for my short time on this Earth. I try my damnedest to soak up all light; all the magnetic energy around me. It comes out of the ground, the clouds, people: I feed off that warm light.
His house was bare. No photographs, paintings, or posters. Just institutional white walls in a consistently dark apartment. The darkness came from blankets (not curtains) to blot out natural sunlight for the purpose of watching movies on an impressive home projector (turned his living room into a home theater, and our relationship was based on silence and downloaded movies.) Any light, even during the day, came from light bulbs. He was too lazy to take the blankets down, and saw no purpose when he would have to re-tack them to the windows for a nightly movie.
Once I asked him to put some life in the apartment, where I was basically living for the sake of 'a meal ticket' as my blunt friends said. He came home with almost identical posters- ads for a local beer- placed in rows a few feet apart. Typical clique of what a man in his later 20's should be interested in, plastered to the walls. He was probably proud of himself to not have gone the ultra clique route of, say, a Bob Marley poster in the town we lived in (Humboldt County.)
We had nothing in common. But I liked two things about him: he listened to N.P.R. for a few minutes after work, and he drank coffee. Folgers coffee though.
Perhaps it was the caffeine coursing throw my blood that caused a mind expanding revaluation one morning at this man's home: all because of his coffee cup. Folgers coffee in a plain old, thrift store (which, to me, a thrift store can be on the other spectrum of awesome and quirky finds) coffee cup, with some type of animal (a badger I believe) as it's decoration. It was picked up mindlessly (believe me, this man had no affinity to badgers...he had no affinity to anything whatsoever) to serve the function of holding a coffee brand for those with no taste buds. And from there my head went spinning...
I've seen the other bad and opposite spectrum of trying to make every purchase cool for the sake of what seems cool. Did not like that either.
What happened to cultivating a personal style? Taste. Having critical reasoning and a lust for life. Passion! I don't drink Merlot, no matter how good people say the bottle will be. Mindless gifts (bath soaps) draw the same reaction from me. Thought needs to be put into life. Otherwise what is the purpose? With no ideas, dreams, lusts, and beautiful pursuits, there is only mechanical action and reaction. There is only a pulse.
I read an article on a famous Italian businessman, who said that, getting dressed in the morning is your first opportunity of the day to cultivate your own style. He has his favorite espresso brand, his own fashion sense; here is a man living on a higher plane then most people. And that is what this blog is about. Being conscious in every decision. It's all we have; and it's more then enough to make life explode everyday. Every morning you chose your outfit, your diction, what book to read, your politics. I may not like a certain persons style, but I respect the effort. Unlike the man who blocked out light; such a metaphor for his unconscious state.
One more aspect to discuss on the subject of lusts. There is nothing I hate more then being persecuted for having a personality; style; interests; love. It has happened to me many times. These drones do not understand, and their fear makes them dangerous. Or their jealously. I was thrown out of a town (with 100 or so illiterate residence) because of a strong personality. This was in the hills of Big Flat, off of the 299 highway. I consider it a compliment and a personal achievement to be physically removed from a town of hicks, all because of a collected intimidation. Or when I hear a crude nickname for myself. Hey, I am out there loving the air I breathe. Please don't loath my love for my short time on this Earth. I try my damnedest to soak up all light; all the magnetic energy around me. It comes out of the ground, the clouds, people: I feed off that warm light.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Why mullets are so funny
Just a quick thought, since my new computer is a tiny little Linx operated toy- until I adjust to it's tiny key pad, I am only going to have quick thoughts to jot down.
I love that show, "Flight of the Conchords" because it's brand of humor celebrates and creates, rather then makes fun of society and life. Plus it's not crude and desprate for laughter. Maybe it's the absence of the ever annoying 'laugh track'.
It is so easy to laugh at what is wrong. It takes a brilliant mind to laugh at what is right. I favor creation.
I love that show, "Flight of the Conchords" because it's brand of humor celebrates and creates, rather then makes fun of society and life. Plus it's not crude and desprate for laughter. Maybe it's the absence of the ever annoying 'laugh track'.
It is so easy to laugh at what is wrong. It takes a brilliant mind to laugh at what is right. I favor creation.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Paranoid Coming Attractions...
Two blogs in one day, and neither is fit to print. Articulation is coming in a few days.
My next blog is on Project MKULTRA.
MKULTRA is a CIA based project that was initially employed in the 1950 and 1960 to create Manchurian Candidates (as one example.) I fell upon this information while watching a segment on the History Channel on the death of Bobby Kennedy. There was a theory that the man who assassinated him, Sirhan Bishara Sirhan, may have been one of these test subjects.
Until I write more on this subject, check out the Wikipedia link below:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA
My next blog is on Project MKULTRA.
MKULTRA is a CIA based project that was initially employed in the 1950 and 1960 to create Manchurian Candidates (as one example.) I fell upon this information while watching a segment on the History Channel on the death of Bobby Kennedy. There was a theory that the man who assassinated him, Sirhan Bishara Sirhan, may have been one of these test subjects.
Until I write more on this subject, check out the Wikipedia link below:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKULTRA
More William Blake Mythology
I will go to battle to obtain some juicy knowledge. And battle it was to obtain the information in this blog. No need to thank me, but believe me, it was unpleasant. The professor who specialized in William Blake is getting old and cranky (or cranker then before, which was bad to begin with.)
One quick example of his mental state: He recently brought home a cat he named, "Squeak", because (as the professor insists) the cat, "was born without a voice box". When I met his new cat I had never heard such excited purring. The professor is going deaf! The cat has a purr box and uses it whenever possible.
Recently the professor was forced into retirement. On a lonely vacation in the mountains of Northern California, we roasted marshmallows at his lakeside cabin, he smoked weed, and I manically scribbled the following notes on Blake:
-Please note that there are probably many spelling mistakes. Also the accuracy of some minor facts may be in question. I did my best to stay true to this informal lecture.
There are four Zoas that make up God:
1.)Urizen
2.)Tharmas
3.) Luvah/Orc
4.)Urthona/Los.
Excuse the blue color please!
These Four Zoas correlate to the body as follows:
1.) head
2.)heart
3.) lions
4.) imagination (paramount to William Blake's Mythology)
Each Zoas creates a conflict in us.
Refer to the previous blog on Blake to compliment this one.
After God created another in his image but female, he was so overwhelmed by her beauty that he fell to his knees and shattered into a billion little fragments that fell to earth. The 'Big Bang' in human history is the process of the zoas aligning in peace with one another.
Unlike Christianity, Blake's explanation is that God's life began After the fall. After this shattering and falling to Earth. Christians believe the opposite, that creation began before this big bang and the start of Adam and Eve. Blake believed it started after God and his female creation shattered and fell to Earth. We are all shattered fragments of God trying to align our 'zoas' and be at peace.
A few facts about life 'after the fall'
1.) When God shattered and fell, his genitals overpowered his mind.
2.) The fall equals creation.
3.) The ONE-NESS you had in you before the fall can be repaired with one's imagination. Imagination is the most important of the zoas. Unity and the Power to create fit into this zoa.
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You can really tell that the information was hard to organize. In my notes I have something about, 'specters' 'Jerusalem being some metaphor for unity and reason overthrowing lust. So this blog is just a rough draft. I'll print it out and have the professor add more. Hopefully his mood will have improved enough for me to not want a bottle of Valium just to be in his presence.
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More notes (very rough draft notes):
Jerusalem is a woman and a city. She stirs in her sleep from the nightmare about "The Fall". The Earth is magnetised with Eros- sexual energy surrounds all of us.
When God spoke, his WORD created human history (English majors, eat it up!). His words created the world.
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After the fall human love contained sexuality. We get love back by our imagination. Love kills sexuality, and makes us innocent again.
One quick example of his mental state: He recently brought home a cat he named, "Squeak", because (as the professor insists) the cat, "was born without a voice box". When I met his new cat I had never heard such excited purring. The professor is going deaf! The cat has a purr box and uses it whenever possible.
Recently the professor was forced into retirement. On a lonely vacation in the mountains of Northern California, we roasted marshmallows at his lakeside cabin, he smoked weed, and I manically scribbled the following notes on Blake:
-Please note that there are probably many spelling mistakes. Also the accuracy of some minor facts may be in question. I did my best to stay true to this informal lecture.
There are four Zoas that make up God:
1.)Urizen
2.)Tharmas
3.) Luvah/Orc
4.)Urthona/Los.
Excuse the blue color please!
These Four Zoas correlate to the body as follows:
1.) head
2.)heart
3.) lions
4.) imagination (paramount to William Blake's Mythology)
Each Zoas creates a conflict in us.
Refer to the previous blog on Blake to compliment this one.
After God created another in his image but female, he was so overwhelmed by her beauty that he fell to his knees and shattered into a billion little fragments that fell to earth. The 'Big Bang' in human history is the process of the zoas aligning in peace with one another.
Unlike Christianity, Blake's explanation is that God's life began After the fall. After this shattering and falling to Earth. Christians believe the opposite, that creation began before this big bang and the start of Adam and Eve. Blake believed it started after God and his female creation shattered and fell to Earth. We are all shattered fragments of God trying to align our 'zoas' and be at peace.
A few facts about life 'after the fall'
1.) When God shattered and fell, his genitals overpowered his mind.
2.) The fall equals creation.
3.) The ONE-NESS you had in you before the fall can be repaired with one's imagination. Imagination is the most important of the zoas. Unity and the Power to create fit into this zoa.
------------------------------------
You can really tell that the information was hard to organize. In my notes I have something about, 'specters' 'Jerusalem being some metaphor for unity and reason overthrowing lust. So this blog is just a rough draft. I'll print it out and have the professor add more. Hopefully his mood will have improved enough for me to not want a bottle of Valium just to be in his presence.
-------------------------------------
More notes (very rough draft notes):
Jerusalem is a woman and a city. She stirs in her sleep from the nightmare about "The Fall". The Earth is magnetised with Eros- sexual energy surrounds all of us.
When God spoke, his WORD created human history (English majors, eat it up!). His words created the world.
-------------------------------------
After the fall human love contained sexuality. We get love back by our imagination. Love kills sexuality, and makes us innocent again.
Friday, July 17, 2009
American Slavery with a New Face
Before I get into this blog, I have to get something off my chest. For a while there was a gap in contributing to this site, for a few reasons. One is that there are way too many Internet personalities exploiting themselves for reasons amounting to nothing more then vanity and self indulgence. I don't need to feed my ego in some passive aggressive way, and hiding behind a computer screen serves that type of coward (and/or narcissist) well.
I am trying to do some good; spread some knowledge that I would like to know myself. And this blog is an example of just that: revealing civil rights issues (as one example) so that people can learn, then act.
I took an American History class recently at the college level. My high school history classes were a waste of time. The unstable racial environment from my near inner city high school made it difficult to talk about issues of inequality. The mention of such a powerful topic could ignite the class in fighting. In college, they don't shield you from reality.
The idea of owning people for free labor never ended. That's a fact. It morphed into a different form, in a new free labor system with a euphemistic name: Prison. And with racial profiling and institutional racism (ex: crack cocaine carries a longer jail sentence then cocaine) sadly one can still say that racism is barely dying in our modern society. But this blog's focus is not racism; it's focus is on free labor. Forcing another human being to work against his will.
The abolition of slavery result was very similar to the days when it was legal. In the absence of a function people come to depend on, new methods of achieving the same result will surface. In this case, slavery's end created a surge in prison populations. Directly following this surge, giant corporations made deals with these prisons facilities for free labor. Prison is little more then systematic corporate slavery. It's a business in itself.
If you want to find out more on corporate involvement in the American prison system, ask a professor of history (or sociology). Our history lesson skimmed this issue, and everything in the lecture I put in this blog. Since I don't want to embellish or state incorrect information, this is all I know on the subject. I know that corporations pay a fee to the prison systems for free (or extremely low cost) labor. I know that after slavery was abolished the rate of crime skyrocketed to meet the quota of labor. Criminals are the new slave. And in our modern society it's more then barbaric. It's pure greed. Our 'capitalist' country is capitalising on the mistakes of the poor to increase their wallet size.
America's prison system is corrupt. Now that we know this problem exists, lets think of ways to abolish this new slavery. Money should never be generated in sweat, from the back breaking work of less fortunate people.
I am trying to do some good; spread some knowledge that I would like to know myself. And this blog is an example of just that: revealing civil rights issues (as one example) so that people can learn, then act.
I took an American History class recently at the college level. My high school history classes were a waste of time. The unstable racial environment from my near inner city high school made it difficult to talk about issues of inequality. The mention of such a powerful topic could ignite the class in fighting. In college, they don't shield you from reality.
The idea of owning people for free labor never ended. That's a fact. It morphed into a different form, in a new free labor system with a euphemistic name: Prison. And with racial profiling and institutional racism (ex: crack cocaine carries a longer jail sentence then cocaine) sadly one can still say that racism is barely dying in our modern society. But this blog's focus is not racism; it's focus is on free labor. Forcing another human being to work against his will.
The abolition of slavery result was very similar to the days when it was legal. In the absence of a function people come to depend on, new methods of achieving the same result will surface. In this case, slavery's end created a surge in prison populations. Directly following this surge, giant corporations made deals with these prisons facilities for free labor. Prison is little more then systematic corporate slavery. It's a business in itself.
If you want to find out more on corporate involvement in the American prison system, ask a professor of history (or sociology). Our history lesson skimmed this issue, and everything in the lecture I put in this blog. Since I don't want to embellish or state incorrect information, this is all I know on the subject. I know that corporations pay a fee to the prison systems for free (or extremely low cost) labor. I know that after slavery was abolished the rate of crime skyrocketed to meet the quota of labor. Criminals are the new slave. And in our modern society it's more then barbaric. It's pure greed. Our 'capitalist' country is capitalising on the mistakes of the poor to increase their wallet size.
America's prison system is corrupt. Now that we know this problem exists, lets think of ways to abolish this new slavery. Money should never be generated in sweat, from the back breaking work of less fortunate people.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Shine Her Ever-Loving Light on Me
Today I stopped by a bookstore on the Plaza (in Arcata.) This bookstore is always empty, with the same old man sitting behind the counter. I can always count on emptiness and his face when I walk by his store through years of living in Arcata. I wanted to give him business, so I asked for a copy of "Hells Angels" by Hunter S. Thompson. Did not have it in stock. Since shopping local makes me feel like I've done my small part, I asked to order a copy and pay in advance, giving him much needed business. An interesting conversations started while he ran my ATM card.
When I asked if he had liked Thompson, he said that I should be reading "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." He began to speak of the authors of the time period, and the name Ken Kesey came up. I know his life from reading, "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" by Tom Wolfe (the only book I've read by Wolfe, which I highly recommend). I told the book store owner that I am always sceptical when an entire generation of drug addict/young college kids rave about certain writers. Yet I read, "One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest" by Kesey and it was awesome. In that book, Kesey taught me that prescription cough medicine with codeine and a little alcohol as a chaser is a wonderful high. Thank you Ken Kesey for that great advice.
From there we talked about Kesey's other book I have yet to read. My next read: "Sometimes a Great Notion." And the conversation turned to the blues singer who wrote the song the titchler line of that novel refers to. Leadbelly's song, "Goodnight Irene".
The store owner sung the lyrics to me:
Last Saturday night, I got married,
me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted,
I'm gonna take another stroll downtown
Sometimes I live in the country,
sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take a great notion,
to jump into the river and drown
I love Irene, God knows I do,
I'll love her till the seas run dry
But if Irene should turn me down,
I'd take the morphine and die
Stop rambling, stop your gambling,
stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family,
stay there by your fireside bright -Leadbelly
The conversation turned to the life of a man (Leadbelly) who sang so well that the warden of the jail pardoned and released him from his murder conviction, according to the bookstore owner.
Here is what I know about Leadbelly. Kurt Cobain covered his song, "Where did you sleep last night" on his acoustic album. Bob Dylan covered Leadbelly's, "The House of the Rising Sun." And everyone knows the song "Midnight Special."
The origins of the song 'Midnight Special' are not so happy; though many a drunken night at a bar has this song been sung in unison, happy and carefree.
Leadbelly was a murderer. He killed a family member. The 'Midnight Special' he refers to is the name of a train he can hear while confined to his cage, in prison and in torment over the crime he committed. His time is owned by wardens and prison guards; he was not free in any sense. The line, "shine a light on me" represents his heart, soul, struggle and prayer for salvation. It's a gorgeous metaphor. Freedom from his prison cell. Freedom from his mind. Leadbelly's anguish is absent in the cover song that Credence Clear Water Revival raped, packaged and sterilized for you to walk down the grocery aisle singing along to while contemplating cheese-its or donuts with dinner. The Midnight Special train and it's origins go as deep as the imprisonment of the singer in all his pain and darkness. Leadbelly was the real deal. He is one of the greatest song writers/musicians I have ever heard. I salute the light in him, even if he knew darkness like a mistress, he sang from his cage like a bird.
When I asked if he had liked Thompson, he said that I should be reading "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." He began to speak of the authors of the time period, and the name Ken Kesey came up. I know his life from reading, "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" by Tom Wolfe (the only book I've read by Wolfe, which I highly recommend). I told the book store owner that I am always sceptical when an entire generation of drug addict/young college kids rave about certain writers. Yet I read, "One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest" by Kesey and it was awesome. In that book, Kesey taught me that prescription cough medicine with codeine and a little alcohol as a chaser is a wonderful high. Thank you Ken Kesey for that great advice.
From there we talked about Kesey's other book I have yet to read. My next read: "Sometimes a Great Notion." And the conversation turned to the blues singer who wrote the song the titchler line of that novel refers to. Leadbelly's song, "Goodnight Irene".
The store owner sung the lyrics to me:
Last Saturday night, I got married,
me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted,
I'm gonna take another stroll downtown
Sometimes I live in the country,
sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take a great notion,
to jump into the river and drown
I love Irene, God knows I do,
I'll love her till the seas run dry
But if Irene should turn me down,
I'd take the morphine and die
Stop rambling, stop your gambling,
stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family,
stay there by your fireside bright -Leadbelly
The conversation turned to the life of a man (Leadbelly) who sang so well that the warden of the jail pardoned and released him from his murder conviction, according to the bookstore owner.
Here is what I know about Leadbelly. Kurt Cobain covered his song, "Where did you sleep last night" on his acoustic album. Bob Dylan covered Leadbelly's, "The House of the Rising Sun." And everyone knows the song "Midnight Special."
The origins of the song 'Midnight Special' are not so happy; though many a drunken night at a bar has this song been sung in unison, happy and carefree.
Leadbelly was a murderer. He killed a family member. The 'Midnight Special' he refers to is the name of a train he can hear while confined to his cage, in prison and in torment over the crime he committed. His time is owned by wardens and prison guards; he was not free in any sense. The line, "shine a light on me" represents his heart, soul, struggle and prayer for salvation. It's a gorgeous metaphor. Freedom from his prison cell. Freedom from his mind. Leadbelly's anguish is absent in the cover song that Credence Clear Water Revival raped, packaged and sterilized for you to walk down the grocery aisle singing along to while contemplating cheese-its or donuts with dinner. The Midnight Special train and it's origins go as deep as the imprisonment of the singer in all his pain and darkness. Leadbelly was the real deal. He is one of the greatest song writers/musicians I have ever heard. I salute the light in him, even if he knew darkness like a mistress, he sang from his cage like a bird.
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