MadeleineSix

I love Every Name is My Name...I think it's beautiful. He's an incredible writer. That is a poem that is made better because it's set to music. Like Leonard Cohen. I guess my most hated one would be Hello Timebomb because it was so popular, I hated seeing it on Much Music. It just made me feel sort of ill.

It always starts small. I'm just beginning too. Opening my eyes and acting on what I see. Congratulations and good work.

Michael Moore packages politics in a way that the average American is used to consuming them. Slick and shiny, edited to ensure that no one loses attention. He does what he has to to get his point across and he is quite adept at knowing what people want to see and how they want to see it.He sensationalises politics. Whether or not that's right, or whether or not the information provided is accurate is up to the consumer to figure out. Which very few do.

It's incredible the amount of hate that people can carry in their hearts for those unknown to them. It's enough to make you cry - for the hypocrisy, for the cruelty, for the apathy, for ignoring a message simply because it has been said too many times. If the message was truly heard and taken to heart and listened to and researched and acted on, it wouldn't need to be shouted, screamed, whispered into our consciousness every day. It wouldn't need to make us uncomfortable while we channel surf at midnight, inspiring twinges of guilt in between shots of seductive bodies begging you to "pick up the phone". But it does. I find it hard to believe that I'm the only one feeling vaguely guilty for all the indulgence. I just don't know how to phrase it in a way you haven't heard before, because they've tried it all. Statistics. Pictures. First-person accounts. News stories. Documentaries. Protests. Letter writing campaigns. Celebrity spokespeople. They've tried it all, so I'll just use words. There are people dying out there. There are women being raped, brutally and cruelly, in front of their family, their friends, those they thought would stand up and protect them. There are men being killed when they try. A girl, an eight year old child, stripped naked and forced to perform oral sex on adult soldiers, because she happened to be on the losing side of a war she had no say in. A pregnant 16 year old raped by armed men, her stomach ripped open by their angry hands, her bloody child torn from her womb and thrown away like garbage. Teenaged boys being executed because they had the audacity to toast freedom. Ten year olds with machine guns. Entire countries being swallowed by famine and disease. We're ignoring it. We're ignoring it and we're pretending it isn't there, and we're lying to ourselves when we say that we can't do anything. We're closing our eyes and shaking our heads and clucking our tongues and wringing our hands and saying "Won't somebody do something!", but we don't see ourselves as that somebody and we never do. I can't understand it and I refuse to accept it. These people aren't just words or ideas or pictures or names, they mean something to someone, they were babies once. These are the stories of someone's lives. They are no less important than yours. This isn't about winning, it's about being human. And your twenty dollars a month won't save the world. It just won't. But you can buy one less pair of Seven jeans this year and be a better human for it. Or give up the Starbucks and feel a little less awake, but a little more alive when you are. We are consuming ourselves. We're losing ourselves in our things and turning our backs on the world. It is not acceptable, it is not ethical and on a fundamental level, it is not human. You've spent your life buying things to prove that you are somebody. Do something.

"One behalf of my wife and I...." I like that he includes her.

It really is a fine line between genius and insanity. Who among us can really claim to walk it so well as Matthew?

A tattoo. Interesting. I can't think of anything I'd like enough to look at every day for the rest of my life.

Tonight, a bird will fly and collide with the windows in this apartment...I never want to go out there. I'll stay home.

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I'm never disappointed.

Can't put a price on beauty. Oh wait...

I'd love to see him in Calgary. I used to listen to him play on the Coca-Cola stage at the Calgarh Stampede. I have a picture of me smiling, in pigtails, with an ant sized Matthew singing in the background. Almost too grainy to be seen. Somehow I think he'd enjoy that.

I love "Ommissions of the Omen" vintage Matthew Good Band, Last of the Ghetto Astronauts. I like it because it's hidden, and because I listened to it on a CD a friend had compiled for me for years before I ever knew it was Matthew Good. When I asked him about it, he didnt remember making the CD. He's schizophrenic and has no memories. I have to tell him about his past all the time, re-educate him about all the days we've spent together. It makes me want to cry.

I wonder how we got to the point where 5 billion isn't considered "that much". It's a lot. $50 is a lot. There aren't that many farmers in Canada. Losing your livlihood is a big deal. So yes, 5 billion is that much. And more.

wow funny how they can reduce people to a few lines, trademarks, and a half-heartedly researched history. That's who Matthew Good "is" apparently. I'm glad I'm not subject to that. I'll never have to deal with being described...summed up in X many words or less...