The selfish, they’re all standing in line Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time Me, I figure as each breath goes by I only own my mind
The north is to south what the clock is to time There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life I know I was born and I know that I'll die The in between is mine I am mine
And the feeling, it gets left behind All the innocence lost at one time Significant, behind the eyes There's no need to hide,.... We're safe tonight
The ocean is full cause everyone's crying The full moon is looking for friends at high tide The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrow's denied I only know my mind I am mine
And the meaning, it gets left behind All the innocents lost at one time Significant, behind the eyes There's no need to hide,.... We're safe tonight
And the feelings that get left behind All the innocence broken with lies Significance, between the lines We may need to hide
And the meanings that get left behind All the innocents lost at one time We're all different behind the eyes There's no need to hide
A preview of a lill' somethin' that is yet to come (speaking of in'betweens)
"It’s a journey through the borderlands where all preconceptions are shattered and worldviews distorted. Stripped bare naked, down to the bone, of conceptual sediments, deprived of their cultural which way signs, the once framed and now deframed patients are made to be non-voluntary vagabonds, a meaning searching truants lost in the thick mist that lays stretched throughout the badlands of in-betweens. Now what is it like to roam deframed in the world of frames?[...]Marriage of body and machine marks a new era of cultural approval of conceptual violation [...]Seduced by the promise of immortality and of, oh so fashionable, absolute freedom for each and every one of us – a pervert dream of modern neo-liberal quasi- or pseudo-individualism – compliantly we seem to bow down before the power-knowledge of biopolitical institutional forces adoring the image of cyborg. Not only is it a matter of adoring a hope guised as mechanical animal. Our affection and yearning seems slowly to be transforming into desire that makes us submissively masochistic as we want to ease the burden of pain by being infatuated and possessed by the hope – we want to be it and we want it to become us. Cyborg is hope, a Pandora’s Box lodged into our bodies. Cyborg is cultural representation of our yearnings for immortality. At the same time, cyborg is the exciting unknown, an adventure beyond concepts, itinerary through in-betweens, a thrill of the gamble. Embodiment of new forms means giving our bodies to the mesmerizing dream – hope – the cyborg. Yet, by this act of steeply diving from the fringe of the world and the self as we know it, the stone of circumstantial necessity is tossed in the mirror of everything we know, shattering our meaning carrying ontological systems of conceptualization into small pieces – and thereby throwing ourselves wondering the conceptual badlands guided by unreadable, enigmatic which way signs.", (Agic, forthcoming)
By the way, the same sentiment could be found in most corners of our everyday lives. In fact, I think that the kind of in-betweens that we as refugees are by necessity thrown into was closer to what you aimed at, isn't it. Neither here nor there, forever pending in the twillight zone of open-ended liminality, the true escapologists by the accident of birth perpetuating our suffering by not letting go of what no longer is - separation anxiety - at the same time as we, oh so Lazarously of us, dig our way up to what never will be - dream of salvation. We are the Eternal Liminals!
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I AM MINE
The selfish, they’re all standing in line
Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind
The north is to south what the clock is to time
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine
I am mine
And the feeling, it gets left behind
All the innocence lost at one time
Significant, behind the eyes
There's no need to hide,....
We're safe tonight
The ocean is full cause everyone's crying
The full moon is looking for friends at high tide
The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrow's denied
I only know my mind
I am mine
And the meaning, it gets left behind
All the innocents lost at one time
Significant, behind the eyes
There's no need to hide,....
We're safe tonight
And the feelings that get left behind
All the innocence broken with lies
Significance, between the lines
We may need to hide
And the meanings that get left behind
All the innocents lost at one time
We're all different behind the eyes
There's no need to hide
PEARL JAM
A preview of a lill' somethin' that is yet to come (speaking of in'betweens)
"It’s a journey through the borderlands where all preconceptions are shattered and worldviews distorted. Stripped bare naked, down to the bone, of conceptual sediments, deprived of their cultural which way signs, the once framed and now deframed patients are made to be non-voluntary vagabonds, a meaning searching truants lost in the thick mist that lays stretched throughout the badlands of in-betweens. Now what is it like to roam deframed in the world of frames?[...]Marriage of body and machine marks a new era of cultural approval of conceptual violation [...]Seduced by the promise of immortality and of, oh so fashionable, absolute freedom for each and every one of us – a pervert dream of modern neo-liberal quasi- or pseudo-individualism – compliantly we seem to bow down before the power-knowledge of biopolitical institutional forces adoring the image of cyborg. Not only is it a matter of adoring a hope guised as mechanical animal. Our affection and yearning seems slowly to be transforming into desire that makes us submissively masochistic as we want to ease the burden of pain by being infatuated and possessed by the hope – we want to be it and we want it to become us. Cyborg is hope, a Pandora’s Box lodged into our bodies. Cyborg is cultural representation of our yearnings for immortality. At the same time, cyborg is the exciting unknown, an adventure beyond concepts, itinerary through in-betweens, a thrill of the gamble. Embodiment of new forms means giving our bodies to the mesmerizing dream – hope – the cyborg. Yet, by this act of steeply diving from the fringe of the world and the self as we know it, the stone of circumstantial necessity is tossed in the mirror of everything we know, shattering our meaning carrying ontological systems of conceptualization into small pieces – and thereby throwing ourselves wondering the conceptual badlands guided by unreadable, enigmatic which way signs.", (Agic, forthcoming)
By the way, the same sentiment could be found in most corners of our everyday lives. In fact, I think that the kind of in-betweens that we as refugees are by necessity thrown into was closer to what you aimed at, isn't it. Neither here nor there, forever pending in the twillight zone of open-ended liminality, the true escapologists by the accident of birth perpetuating our suffering by not letting go of what no longer is - separation anxiety - at the same time as we, oh so Lazarously of us, dig our way up to what never will be - dream of salvation. We are the Eternal Liminals!
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