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Soundcloud.com/brokenmarionettes
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Free will is my God
It would appear that If God exists, and he can see the future (as Aquinas insists his Wholly Simple God does), then free will does not exist. If God can see the future it must necessarily happen.
I think I prefer to believe in free will
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(Thanks to Greg for the email on this)
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The poet must not avert his gaze
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A third essay, a 5500th word, on Soren Kierkegaard and still I have no clue what that man wanted to say
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Monsters Of Folk - “Dear God” Video
Official video for “Dear God”.
Directed by Nele Hecht and produced by Kathleen Bryson.
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The great televisual dilemma
I had an epiphany, a sudden realisation that everything was not okay, when I found myself staring at the still, silent TV. It stared back blankly, judging me as I tried to hide behind my chaotic bedding, as I tried to get away from its disappointed glare. It was angry with me. 150 DVDs and 70+ television channels, and I couldn’t pick anything to watch. There was so much choice. Too much choice you could say. I struggled and wrestled with my thoughts, thinking of what was adequate viewing, yet nothing sufficed.
The television choices are limited, it has to be said. At four o’clock in the afternoon, there isn’t a huge amount of captivating viewing to be had, unless you fancy watching people move to Australia, or sell their antiques. Neither of which took my fancy so I was relying on my ever-growing collection to save the day. My eyes wandered from A to Z and back again, scrolling over countless titles, both new and old. Some films had been seen numerous times (Anchorman must be nearing 50 viewings) and some are yet to opened (The Godfather trilogy now presents me with more of a challenge than a pleasant viewing experience), but still a decision fails me. I could be baffled again by Mulholland Drive, or spellbound by Pan’s Labyrinth; scared to tears by The Shining, or cry laughing at Superbad. Yet, I fail every time to make a choice.
But then it comes to me with a wave of ecstasy. I gulp my coffee with delight as I realise exactly what must be done. How could I be so stupid? With excited haste I leap from my bed, open my laptop, dive into the internet and buy some more DVDs.
