Wednesday, April 4, 2012
we must walk anyway
Friday, May 21, 2010
holy
like Him, an’ I got mixed up like Him,
an’ I went into the wilderness like Him, without campin’ stuff.
Nighttime I’d lay on my back an’ look up at the stars;
morning I’d see an’ watch the sun come up;
midday I’d look out from a hill at the rollin’ dry country;
evenin’ I’d foller the sun down. Sometimes, I’d pray like I
always done. On’y I couldn’t figure what I was
prayin’ to or for. There was the hills, an’ there was me,
an’ we wasn’t separate no more.
We was one thing. An’ that one thing was holy.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
this is all of everything
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
just breathe
...I’m a lucky man to count on both handsThe ones I love..Some folks just have one,Others they got none..Stay with me,..Let’s just breathe....
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
an omen
is it when the rod is purchased? or perhaps when your wading boots are tightened? is it the first time you enter the stream with trout on your mind?
the questions could go on forever. and if i know anything about myself.... they will. and if i know anything else about myself, its that in the process of asking myself the myriad of questions that i undoubtedly will, i'll likely frustrate any number who are unfortunate enough to be in the wake of my questions as they're asked, and who see the "common sense" answer to a rather "common sense" question.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
i cannot resolve
slipping through my hands.
why is everything always falling?
falling through my hands?
why does time never stop?
can't time be stopped?
what good would it do anyway? we are slaves.
we are born into this room of concrete of beams of impenetrable steel.
these four walls of madness.
this inescapable reminder that we'll never win.
what is more...... the concept makes no sense.
what's worse? the belief its possible? or the belief its not?
what do you believe? what do you believe?
every sip of wine a reminder of a mortality i'm sinking in..... sinking into.
if i bothered to count, every revolution of the fan above my head is literally counting down to my dying day. i long for a revolution that will unfortunately only remain a thought in my head beneath these revolutions. and i revolve around these thoughts i cannot resolve.
time revisited
-- Louis Hector Berlioz
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
i just believe there's hope
i just believe there's hope
you take it as inevitable
that hope is the unattainable
but everything inside of me
quietly says you're wrong
you say its all unsolvable
your questions all unanswerable
but this is as much a matter of faith
as any other truth
i don't have the disposition
you should share my own position
i've walked too many miles
and respect you more than that
but i just don't like the silence
the choice to let the time pass
when i see you're slowly sinking in
to a place you may not return
you take it as inevitable
that love is the unattainable
but everything inside of me
screams for another side
who am i? i'm nobody
lost as much as anybody
but all that being said
i consider you a friend
i cannot speak with certainty
and i'm not immune to apathy
but how does that imply
i should leave it all alone?
it all could end tomorrow
the world drowned in its sorrow
but there is too much beauty here
to disregard as smoke
please just hear me out
i swear its not the end
but yes its true, i'm not sure
where all this should begin
perhaps a conversation
about life and how it goes
but what the hell do i know?
i just believe there's hope
i just believe there's hope
i just believe there's hope
poetry and photography copyright 2009. shane oborn.
damien rice - delicate (live from basement)
kellie and i were listening to music before we fell asleep last night. one of the songs we listened to was a damien rice recording produced in his basement. he has put out numerous acoustic basement recordings that are all fantastic. here is one titled, "delicate"
Friday, July 31, 2009
fractured
fractured
we lay waste to what is fractured.
where will you meet me there?
the walls are crumbling around us. on what
shore will i find you when the wave has taken
us all away? what light will guide me there?
through what window should i look to see
your face when i have given up? what
glass must i break to be with you again?
its all there in front of me but no less
confusing. i was not prepared for this.
its dry, i'm tired, and silent.
i'm burning up and remember when i was
taken by the storm, and i would
take the salt on my tongue again as
i think back. its desperate here.
the empty space around me is both
desolate and heavy.
will it ever rain?
poetry and photography copyright 2009. shane oborn.
where photography meets illustration
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
johnny cash - hurt
this is simply an amazing video/performance by cash. the stories buried in this man's face..... the pounding of the repeated chord towards the end of this song.... just strip you bare.
the great pacific garbage patch
i've heard/read about this garbage patch numerous times in the last year. it came across my path again this morning.....
....a garbage "soup" that has accumulated in the pacific and that basically extends from hawaii to japan!
part of me has simply not wanted to admit its possible or true. i have more than my fair share of cynicism tucked tightly into my psyche that would typically make me more than willing to entertain such a reality, but when this meets with one's inclination for illusion when it comes to matters that feel beyond your control, sometimes denial wins out.
i think i have been in denial.
having to face this reality feels heavy. and even if pessimistic, somewhat hopeless. what is more, this floating garbage heap in the pacific, with any insight, should lead us to a number of worse conclusions yet with regard to where and what garbage is doing globally.... both in water and on land. which is why this isn't really about the pacific garbage heap in particular, but just garbage specifically.... and the amount that we produce for our landfills everyday.
i have very little to say constructively this morning. at this point i'm simply venting. acknowledging. admitting to myself that there is a real problem here. i'm not sure what to do about it. my meager attempts to lessen the amount of plastic and other centuries-long-landfill-clogging refuse that i use feels so inadequate.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
respect
poetry and photography copyright 2009. shane oborn.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
taylor zimmerman dances in the rain
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
when i believe
when will i stop being surprised
when your choices become your lies?
when will i let myself see
that this has absolutely nothing to do with me?
when will i leave your shoes
and understand that i have nothing to prove?
when will i breathe some fresh air
and free myself from this needless despair?
when will i decide to climb out
and admit to myself what this is all about?
when will i use my two feet
and stop this fucking cycle of dependency?
when i believe.
when i believe.
when i believe.
when i believe.
in me.
poetry and photography copyright 2009. shane oborn.
Friday, July 17, 2009
the valley of every little thing
lay it down. lay it all down.
have to lay it all down.
at the foot of the mountain of all things and every little thing
every little long-forsaken thing
time will tell. all the time will tell so much.
have to give time the time to tell it all.
the choices on these slopes of everything and all things
every choice weighs on these slopes
let it go. let it pour.
let it all pour into the valley of all things.
the valley of every little thing.
all things and everything.
its all so little.
its all just so little from here.
time says forsaken and just another thing
forsaken and just some other thing
just some other little soon forsaken thing
falling into the same obscurity of all things of that valley
anything here above all things
is just another thing
and i cry
poetry and photography copyright 2009. shane oborn.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
more like me
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this.... and all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you...
radiohead - idioteque (live)
i've been revisiting radiohead lately. in my experience, there are few in this world who somehow manage to hover just beneath the horizon of "sanity" (above/below.... hard to tell) without completely nose-diving.
thom yorke physically manifests a tenuous balance in this regard as he dives under, above, and around the subjective line of psychosis while performing his music on stage.
its the balance that strikes me..... compels me to listen, to observe, to disappear along with him into their music. radiohead speak in so many ways that go beyond lyrics (as one would expect to be the case for a band who composed a good portion of their lyrics while recording Kid A by pulling random phrases from a hat).
idioteque is a perfect example. this is a piece of musical genius. and the passion with which thom performs for this song has become widely adored about across the globe.
idioteque often brings me to tears. its a purportedly apocalyptic amalgam, that in terms of the composition itself, reflects the tension created by the concrete horrors encountered in this life juxtaposed with the ways in which we try to make sense of it all through abstraction.
its angry. its sad. its confused. its melancholic. and at the core an expression, an indignant account, a cry, a scream.
all very human.... but some feel it deeper than others. and it is souls like yorke's that for whatever reason, i seem to connect with intimately, and musically is no exception......
radiohead is at the top of my list of bands that i have not seen, but will make sure i do so when they come close to town again. i can't help but think of what i will have missed out on if i were to fail to take advantage of seeing this band live at least once while they are still touring together.
it seems a little too giddy to say "i look forward to it"....... but that's in the ballpark of how i feel all the while knowing its likely going to be a concert bringing out a full range of emotions for me......
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
present tense
does it inspire?
leaning out to catch the sun's rays
a lesson to be applied....