To my granddaughter Ana, who is celebrating her first birthday today......

ANA'S GARDEN

Third Infinite

THE PARK

Ok... Look likes I haven't offended the people that matter yet with this... The deep Reggae fans... Nice!

Just thought of something interesting I've never shared here. When doing my leaving cert/final high school year two months before the exam I said Hmmm... what about music... so I decided to add it as a subject. given I hadn't taken classes that made the theory quite challenging. I got close to full marks in the practical but the written test I had to answer in an unusual way. I didn't know the terms at the time so I just described it instead. It's interesting to think about it now the idea of imagining your own answer for something and then having that confirmed or denied. I would have still been marked down heavily for not knowing the terms but I arguably got it more then most. There's definitely something to be said for trying to teach yourself something first maybe and then merging your imagination with what's actually been discovered...

I'm wondering does it drill it in better that way having your own reference first and then the realm knowledge... Maybe we are more likely to find new ways that way too playing into the individuals imagination before they discover other ways it's understood up to that point.

Maybe that order of learning something plays into the fruits of association memory better and is maybe like how some mentalists and illusionists use it. I would imagine your imagined answer and the storing of the actual answer when you find that out are stored in different parts of the brain maybe giving better reference for the brain and improved neuroplasticity on the matter.

Check this list out .. For the practical test... I played these 6 songs on acoustic guitar. I had them well tight then

1) Stairway to Heaven - Led Zep
2) Radiohead - Street Spirit
3) Out on a Western Plain - Rory Gallagher
4) Stumbleen - Smashing Pumkins
5) Radiohead - High and Dry
6) Babe I'm gonna Leave you - Led Zep

Lyrics

Coming straight from Ireland man
Rasta power with some fuck them plan
For human art
For human made
Give me rasta power to mute the pro prompts paid
Ahhhhh
Straight from Ireland man
Rasta power with some fuck them plan
It's human art
It's human made
Feel it now and we'll reflect that great

Sounds vain,
Bigging up my own brain.
Blame the world,
This status quo
The fake and fucked up reality show
I can't watch artificial grow
Without musical smells to make it go
Life is art and art is life
Fake the steak for a weak minded right
Go live your FUD
Go live in pain
I'll sing real truth!
Soul gain!
From indie to metal to rock to rhythm and blues and reggae and jazz...
Human algorithm

Make a style
Be a new way
Create a world that says new day
Create a world that honours history
Where artists spirits expand our mystery
These spirits are sad with your fovia fake
Art 'aint random when a human make!
So regurgitate your souless take
It all sounds the same this AI bake
So grab an instrument and express real heart beat
(Guitars / Samplers / Keyboards / Saxophones... all music that is expressed whether that's banging rocks or playing a harp)

FUCK AI MUSIC
Ask your soul to prove it
Chuck the lazy loser... you!
You lost!
Now hear those waves where life is not a cost...

FUCK AI MUSIC
Ask your soul to prove it
Chuck the lazy loser... you!
You lost!
Now hear those waves where life is not a cost...


It's actual Intelligence
Not vomited irrelevance



Thanks Bob...🫡 My guess is some other SC'ers gonna help make this EPIC... and we will dedicate it to your amazing Soul Mr Marley. Thanks for your music man

V8. Actual Intelligence (Reggae Version)

from the 'Lektraphase' album:
sparkybonehead.bandcamp.com/album/lektraphase

Lektraphase

Lektraphase 3

0:00 "Gracie"
2:15 "Car Meet"
4:26 "Knoxis"
6:33 "Twelve Vines"
7:57 "Marigold"
@subtle_mush

august kilps 25 payhip

aug '25

Shadows In The Groove

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Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building
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lyrics: fictionalive
music: mobygratis
written, produced, licensed, and provided
by mobygratis
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coVer ArT fictionalive DYI, wall shot 01.001.02
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fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
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dropped
Wednesday, August 6th, 2025
05:50 AM Central European
Hot Summer Time Zone
today, not so so much so
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// keep shining, crazy little diamond

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What's it all about..
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"Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building"

This title, poised on the cusp of irony and indictment, addresses its subject with the stylish precision of a rapier’s point. It evokes not a dusty treatise, but an invitation—a salon, a stage, a chamber in which the ghosts of history pace the parquet floors still.

First, observe the flourish: “Colonial Powers,” those familiar colossi, are not consigned to the tomb of history but linger on, uncannily present. The subtitle—“The Legacy That Never Left The Building”—is, for the feuilletonist, a masterstroke of sardonic wit. It both plays on the pop idiom (“Elvis has left the building”) and subverts it; here, the ‘star’ of colonialism remains stubbornly present, lingering in the architecture, policy, and psyche of postcolonial spaces.

A featherlight sarcasm hovers above the phrase, the kind that—with a knowing wink—invites the reader into a tacit complicity: of course the legacy never departed; did we ever truly believe otherwise? The construction conjures irony, a chief weapon of the feuilleton, and implies a skepticism learned by long acquaintance with the tricks of history and the repetition of power.

In the grand tradition of feuilleton writing, the title itself is both diagnosis and epigram. It distills a complex and ongoing wound—economic, cultural, and psychological—into a phrase brisk enough for any café table debate, yet sharp enough to lacerate complacency. The cadence, with its comma and deft repetition, creates a rhythm of announcement followed by wry afterthought: here is the topic, here is the verdict, subtle as a raised eyebrow.

Stylistically, it profits from the feuilleton’s hybrid nature: journalistic immediacy (this is happening now, everywhere); literary artistry (the phrase hits with double entendre); societal critique delivered with a velvet touch. It would not be misplaced, one suspects, at the bottom of a Sunday paper’s cultural page—nestled among witty rebukes, conversations with old Europe, portraits of vanished grandeur, and exposes of lingering injustice.

In sum: the title stands as a crisp, satirical banner—lucid, layered, and perfectly feuilleton. It raises its subject not with ponderous solemnity, but with the bracing, intimate skepticism that is the feuilleton’s signature. On guard, indeed: the building is filled with echoes, and this title leaves no doubt that someone—or something—has stayed behind.

Plaintext and ready for instant release, Captain!

aug '25

prod.Subtle