[Label: Sacred Bones Records | Cat#: SBR142]
- The Great Confuso Parts 1,2 and 3 (18:17)
- Dead Format (Dalhous Remix) (4:29)
- No Lite (Genesis Breyer P-Orridge Dreamachine Remix) (6:36)
- Detritus (Konx-Om-Pax Remix) (3:04)
[Label: Sacred Bones Records | Cat#: SBR142]
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Hatha yoga practice offers an opportunity to be free of this identification. You can observe your mind wanting your body to be able to do something, then see how you identify with that desire and become frustrated and disappointed when the body can’t do it. None of that desire and identifying actually helps you do yoga, thus my teacher’s admonishment to abandon hope.
When Dante first sees those famous words above the gate to hell, he is very alarmed and asks Virgil, who is his guide through hell, what they mean. Virgil answers that they mean to abandon distrust and cowardliness. It would be great if life proceeded from one moment of perfect happiness to the next, but for most of us, this is not the case. So, just as Dante did, we must proceed by another path, the path through our personal hell, where we encounter moments of pain and feelings of loss and confusion. Given that this is so, you can either live in denial of the truth of your experience or obsess on your pains and disappointments. Or you can consciously accept, even embrace life not working out and trust that in doing so you will discover meaning in your life.
A very very long and senseless text … absolutely meaningless and superfluous.
Yep. I think coach dumfi, or whatever name the compulsive verbal diuretic currently goes by, really outdid himself with this one…
Sausage Milk, I cannot take credit for this lovely existential sermon, though I wish that I could. I read “Dante’s Inferno” in eighth grade and it became a litany of hope and sorrow for me. Later in college I read Sartre’s “On Being And Nothingness”, I adopted that too as a source of meditation. Quit eating sausage and drinking milk, bad for the heart, take your Lasix pill and piss away what remains of your life, or accept your misery and mistrust of others and began to see a light in this dark tunnel that we all are passing through together.
the void is within, all is without
Words From The Great Confuso, This absolutely beautiful. Jean Paul Sartre would give you the metal of honor as this is existential poetry. If everyone would except this as doctrine, what a wonderful world it would be.
Proper music for all us Yogis!
The Gen P remix is great!
owww, part 2 sucks. take the track into your audio program and cut it out now!!!!!