morality as not as established conduct...?
...well. it's been tried. the opposite too.
lots and lots of rules and norms and plenty of punishments, mostly far from a slap on the hand; more of, 'lets get some boiling oil, you guys..'
but here is something new, upon the stage;
now comes the drum and bass, giving a steady beat as anarchy beats to aesthetic rules quietly: tam-tam, t'bam t'bammm t'bam tam-tam t'bam t'bammm t'bam tam-tam...
the two play, unisonno. setting the ryhtm...
no break is allowed, yet no misconduct is possible between the sound-makers.
there is only ugly or beutiful.
thing about rules is that they are stupid.
they try not to be. they really do. those poor rules. those poor, frustrated books. huddled in their codex and scrolling until they get all worn out.
oh they hate us, i am sure. how they look up, with their asterisk and scilicet, when we skim through, shouting silently to delve. to see past the limited scope of articles and items, that were set down in writing since Hammurabi's time, out of hope those silly humans could find an answer to all ambiguity, dilemma, or abuse.
it's a hypnotic rhythm. very simple, really, as all irresistable things are:
tam-tam, t'bam t'bammm t'bam tam-tam t'bam t'bammm t'bam tam-tam...
they know of dillema: a starving boy goes to a lady, asks for hot water to make stone soup. then takes advantege of her kindness, asking for more, embelishments. willfully misleading her. is he at fault of misconduct, or is his actions justified because he was hungry?
a supermarket cart left unchained to its sisters, it saves the need to invest coin in the slot, and yet it is in fact a theft. as that rules are there to be obeyed.
the caucasian chalk circle, is no dillema to a follower of custody law. nor is it a proper treatment of jurisprudance.
but hear! they murmur those laws! they have had enough!!. they shake and quiver , every paragraph and line of codified action.
...tam-tam, t'bam t'bammm t'bam tam-tam t'bam t'bammm t'bam tam-tam... continues on the commanding rythme.
enters the electric guitar, playing on the low string, disregarding the established throbbing, plays strongly of its own.
this is no fuge or madrigal, constructed intricately. no this is brutal and sinister.
yet right and moral...
...one
...........rule
..............makes you
.....................larger
and
.......one
.............rule
.................makes you
.............................................. SMALL
and
the one
...........Rule
................mother
.......................gives you
don't help
...........any
.............thing
........at
all..........go
.....ask.....
ALICE
when the
rule's ten
................Feet
.....................tall.
then the revolution strikes, and for once rules change. and so does the rhythm.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head
the fed head shall now find solace.
it could have been worse.
