"I sing of catastrophic dogs, of those who wander, alone, in the sinuous ravines of huge cities, and of those who tell abandoned people, with winks and witty eyes, 'Take me along, and out of our two miseries perhaps we'll create a kind of happiness!'"
--Charles Baudelaire
You can think of me as a psychospirtual vagrant, a wanderer through these ancient, dank corridors we've all travelled many times before. An anachronism, a radical dreamer. A lost soul, a lone wolf. An Ice Prince searching for his long-lost Lady, a poet/composer without a stable Muse to draw from. All of these apply equally.
I'm a composer of music by trade; I should have gotten my master's in music theory/composition by the end of 2009. I try to dabble in as many arts as I can, but writing music is by far my strength.
If you're in the area, my recital has been rescheduled for March 29, 2010.
I say more with my eyes and music than words can ever hope to express. Some would therefore argue I'm one step closer to telepathy than the average human. . . .
I would love nothing more than to find someone who can see past all of my flaws and love me for who I am, and not for the bullshit images I tend to project. Someone who can rip off this mask once and for all, and not fear what lies behind it.
Failing that, I'm always trying to find somewhat like-minded people (for lack of a better word) to learn from or who can find something new in the impossible psychospiritual knot that is my life on this plane. :)
Likes
-Meeting people who are a few steps away from the norm without having to constantly prove it
-biting
-mild alcoholism
-innocence
-purity
-spiritual growth (potentially through chemicals)
-candles
-creative use of candles
-DIY projects -singing -dancing -carousing -meaningful relationships (not necessarily sexual at all) -cathartic release of emotions -dacryphilia -creative use of fingernails and other pointies -subtle originality -art for art's sake -long hair -having my hair pulled and otherwise molested -anachronism -minor-key harmony -creative use of the phrygian mode -Neapolitan Sixths (see previous) -minor Neapolitan chords -gothic/fetish gear -gothic/fetish girls -using females as scratching posts -being used by females as a scratching post -Nutella -literate people -musically-inclined people who think outside of the I IV V I box.
Dislikes
-Promiscuity, infidelity and inconstancy -senseless wars -manual labor (fucking gods, do I hate it) -doing drugs just to "get fucked up" -Juggalos and their female counterparts -people who abuse Internet translators to sound more erudite than they actually are (trust me, it's more obvious than you think) -people who mangle dead languages to sound more erudite than they actually are (trust me, it's also more obvious than you think) -hypoChristians -girls who throw love around like snowballs -overly growly metal -forcedly happy music -insincerely sad music -the band HIM (see previous) -the band Nelson and honestly, most 80s hair metal -my former jockish oppressors (there aren't many jocks at a music school) -girls born with the sun in Sagittarius (flighty sluts and pathological liars unless proven otherwise) -girls who are adamant in believing that a large penis, nice abs, or a car should outweigh compassion, love, and intellect (see previous). -Outrageous displays of pseudo-originality -pretentious jadedness -rabid Marilyn Manson fans (see previous two) -and this is important, people who act as though they have more social capital than they actually do. -As a corollary to the previous, Internet White Knights.
-My inability to be complacently blissful in the face of something positive - my sometimes vicious libido -people who get violent when drunk -people who drop auxiliary verbs from their speech (i.e., "where you goin?" or "what she said to you?" or my personal favorite, "did you growed that long hair yourself?") -Sunlight--I fucking hate sunlight. - Finding out that my friends are shitfaced with their ankles in the air and/or have bastard children while I'm alone crying in my Rumpleminze; people who are driven by their lust.... -Being given the impression that my empathy and love are meaningless. - Having my complete, abject loneliness rubbed into my face. -Friendly gestures out of pity (read: being patronized) make me apoplectic.
Also, I particularly loathe people who believe they've got everything figured out--you're here on this plane because you don't understand everything; leave me alone.
And finally, as a matter of course I won't engage anyone under 18 in conversation (though I may entertain the occasional question). I'm a 24 year old grad student--what do I have in common with you?
Favorite Music
The vibration of the Spheres.
(You should never ask a musician this, much less a composer.)
Yukio Mishima's "Temple of the Golden Pavilion", Albert Camus' "The Plague", Gaston LeRoux's "Phantom of the Opera", Boethius' "Consolation of Philosophy", Dante's "Inferno", J.K. Toole's "A Confederacy of Dunces", Salman Rushdie's "The Satanic Verses", Milton's "Paradise Lost," C.S. Lewis' "The Screwtape Letters" and "The Four Loves", John O'Donohue's "Anam Cara", Leonard Cohen's "Book of Longing", Erich Fromm's "The Art of Loving", Khalil Gibran's "Sand and Foam", Carl Jung's "The Undiscovered Self", Charles Baudelaire's "Les Fleurs du Mal", James Carse's "Finite and Infinite Games", Yamamoto Tsunetomo's "Hagakure",
Stendhal's "The Red and the Black",
Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's "Venus in Furs", Plato's "Symposium" and "Gorgias"
