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The Dark Satanic Mill – Recreation Gym, South Melbourne
Posted in Observation, Statement of intention with tags commercial gyms, consumer culture, Crossfit, Dylan Thomas, fitness, gothic architecture, Recreation South Melbourne, T.S. Eliot, William Blake on October 4, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
A Testimonial
Posted in Music, Real Men, Statement of intention with tags A True Testimonial, MC5 on March 29, 2012 by Jarrod Boyle
“Brothers and sisters, I wanna see a sea of hands out there; let me see a sea of hands. I want everybody to kick up some noise; I want to hear some revolution out there brothers, I wanna hear a little revolution. Brothers and sisters, the time has come for each and every one of you to decide whether you are gonna be the problem or whether you are gonna be the solution. You must choose brothers, you must choose. It takes five seconds; five seconds of decision, five seconds to realize your purpose here on the planet. It takes five seconds to realize that it’s time to move, it’s time to get down with it. Brothers, it’s time to testify and I want to know, are you ready to testify? Are you ready? I give you a testimonial …”
J. C. Crawford’s barn-burning intro to the MC5’s “Ramblin’ Rose”.
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INCEPTION
Posted in Statement of intention with tags Robert Bresson on August 8, 2010 by Jarrod BoyleI am going to tee off with a definition and a quotation:
in•cep•tion ( n-s p sh n)
n.
The beginning of something, such as an undertaking; a commencement.
Definition courtesy of the Free Online Dictionary – www.thefreedictionary.com
Make visible what, without you, might perhaps never have been seen.
– Robert Bresson, courtesy of www.brainyquote.com
The world is full of noise. And personally, I resent it. I find that most of the static that intrudes on my head-space is driven by the intent of some hidden, sneaky person wanting to get their hands into my wallet by inducing me to consume. When I go to see a film, or when I pick up a book in a bookstore, I’m always thinking that I’m putting my time and my attention-span in the hands of that writer or director and I expect them to tell me something. If I get cliches or posturing, I immediately switch off. To be honest, I’d prefer something offensive or anti-social; at least it engages me.
I want you to know, dear reader, I am as aware as you are that in the age of the internet there are even more voices competing for your attention and more sinkholes than ever before to suck away your energy for no return. For this reason, I intend only on lodging things here which I think are worthy of your time. No rattling on about the minutiae of toothpaste or the irritating behaviour of my relatives. If you choose to switch on my light, I give you my ardent promise that I will do my utmost to reveal something you have never seen before. And will hopefully be pleased with.
Thank you for taking the time to open up my blog.
Theme Park at its Darkest 