Matthew Sherling has a way of doing things. His way tends to be incredible. With “Light” as the first them Matthew Sherling gets to see exactly how things look in different light. Fortunately the diverse group of writers helps to make it happen. Clearly light means a lot to them like it does for the majority of humanity.
Jayinee Basu sees the light hit a pornographic magazine. In the right light everything can be beautiful even the sadness that is an abandoned pornographic magazine, left alone by its purchaser to wait for curious adolescents. Angles are meant for light to find a way into the darkness. Such things matter greatly in big cities where everything is about the view. Movement tends to conflict people whether they are moving quickly enough, too quickly, or just right. Suffering suffers in the darkness and light. Unfortunately an individual’s experience remains mostly interesting to that individual. Poetry tries to bridge that gap by using abstraction, allowing the audience to see the abstractions in new ways.
Ashley Opheim knows how fast the light goes. The problem with light is that it has to deal with darkness so ineffectively. Years of light pass through darkness. Individuals on Earth see the light and think foolishly that it is immediate. Nothing is immediate. Every beam of sunlight is about five minutes old ready to give new life with its old self. People occupy the spaces between birth and death. Life is meant to be lived in the sunlight with the darkness beckoning new dreamers to come up with beautiful new worlds.
Stephen Michael McDowell understands the light as a lie. Hiding things in light is a common practice. Darkness reveals quite a bit. Eyes adjust to the darkness and see new realities. At night people act differently. This is taken into account by law enforcement officials who give stiffer penalties for the same behavior at night. Nobody wants to get bother during the absence of light. Humanity has taken the darkness to mean to take a break from the world.
Rod Naquin realizes the night is a grave for light. Like a grave the light emerges as a series of Zombies coming out of lamp posts hoping to have serious power over the darkness. They fail yet their failure allows for drowsy spirits to rest. Daybreak sears through the night’s darkness willing to herald a new day. Angel of the light the sun comes to banish away darkness for a couple hours. Creatures welcome the day with great songs and great growth. Eventually the coldness of the dark night skies return yet life is cyclical meaning everything gets to repeat itself.
Kate Gervais shares the light. Life can become so heavy. The heaviness evaporates with the light. Until such time as the light reaches there are cloudy sad days of planetary crying out the pollution. Sadness can ruin any day no matter how perfect it looks. Occasionally the stresses of life begin to tear people apart. Common ways of dealing with such unfortunate scenarios include simply sleeping waiting for the darkness to carry the dark thoughts away as a new day dawns hoping to clear everything up.
Dave Wright celebrates the birth of light. From the beginning of time humanity tried to understand why there was light. Mathematical equations were created in honor of discovering where the light was and where it would be. Time became incredibly reliant on light. Eventually humanity put its faith in the light allowing it to have cultural significance with crops, with school, with work, with everything really. Humanity worked out the kinks of the universe to explode thousands of suns in the desert, later to find that same power used to ruin lives across the world. It is hard to turn away from the light the light lingers wanting to be followed.
Daniel Daws remembers a previous life as a near-dead moth. Moths love light; they eat it for breakfast alongside a helping of delicious clothing. Death of a Moth is the worst selling play ever. Originally written as a follow-up to Death of a Salesman nobody understood why they should care about the secret generally uninteresting life of a moth who sold life insurance to other, better-off moths. Truth is a place few people can afford. Inner children laugh in the face of the truth because the truth truthfully likes the attention. Much more attention is paid to lies which are why lies do not have to try as hard. Letting sleeping dogs lie is simple enough because dogs do not have a sense of wrong and right. Rather the dogs know what it means to sleep in everyday not having to worry about things.
While this is over it is hopefully not the end to Matthew Sherling’s experiment. He will have more and the readers will come.
Rats need to come in from the cold. Due to rent prices rats no longer live in Manhattan but rather commute from other, more affordable boroughs. Basic cable is good enough for rats. They are not picky animals since they typically eat trash. B sides of Punk Songs also are good enough for rats that never got into Punk that much. Usually rats were more into mellow music. Aggressive music is not for the rats since rats run races and that is stressful enough.
Moving is a vile thing indeed. Nobody wants to move yet they have to. Forward is the only direction a person knows. Growth is the only thing an economy wants to do. At some point it needs to stop and become organic. To make the progress of life look easy is no mean feat it is a nice one and it welcomes all visitors. Unfortunately few stay long enough to reach that ‘next level’ and find themselves on the ground floor of a stunning opportunity. The snow comes down from that opportunity to burn tongues with the frigid transformed air. If a cloud can turn water to ice imagine what it can do humanity, besides making their morning commute that much harder.
Kim Gordon never worries about her eyebrows. They are perfect. She is aware. Every time a person tells her how perfect her eyebrows are she pretends like she is hearing it for the first time. During her down time she listens to Walt Whitman on tape and wonders why she has not gotten the MP3s for it. Maybe it is the old technology that feels truer to Walt Whitman, even though there were no tapes in the late 19th century. Kim Gordon does not worry herself about this. Kim Gordon does not worry about much in general.
Life fills itself with anxiety. Anxiety takes many forms. Grasshoppers eating people to death, skies becoming white bears, these are worrisome happenings. Nature remains outside the reach of humanity’s tendency to control. It is random, called fate to feel better about the world; nature has no rules and no regulations. Pure freedom nature drinks the beer and eats the cheese in its fridge because it is not making a food run tonight. After a long time of shining nature wants to rest and relax in the cool nighttime air appreciating Marvin Gaye.
Snuggies are for modern-day druids who can’t be bothered to put on actual clothes. That’s fine. Not every day requires dressing up.
Old selves go away with the passage of time. Yet there are the negative impulses still etched onto the brain. Every embarrassing thing is kept in the mind reminding people that while they might be good now they have a lot to make up for just like everybody else.
America apologizes for nothing. This is a problem. If America apologized the theory goes it would get weaker. With an apology a lot of things are freed. Squirrels are able to run and frolic amongst the freshly mowed lawns of America. Creatures can soar like the eagles soar without fear of being hunted down nearly to the point of extinction. People could be free to walk down their main street in the hometown America of their choice without getting their thoughts interrupted by anything.
Employees of art galleries have their minds free to wander. They travel across thousands of years of culture while the visitors talk quietly amongst themselves. Far more knowledgeable than anybody gives credit for the art gallery workers of the world unite and talk about the ridiculous notions of their visitors. Plenty art gallery employees stare vacantly unable to process the fact that people paid good money to see the art work and remain completely ignorant about it after spending many hours within the walls.
Transformers explode because they are sick of being robots in disguise. Lies destroyed the transformers. From afar the explosions of machinery can be wonderful beautiful things. Destruction defines a lot of the world now that the world has been gradually cleaning itself up. Most people never experience an explosion inside of themselves. Life tends to be gradual. School hides people from the world as long as it can before it shoves people out into the real world where everything is much more difficult. Serenity happens with these tiny movements the gradual buildups that lead to deeper realizations in life.
Deep bass leads to deep realizations in life. Every realization is different. Many of them are beautiful quiet things. The joys of a basic evening without any real plans feel fine. Night fires are made for the summertime. Underneath a marquee it is all beautiful even the pointless violence because it is America and America runs on violence. It is the only way America gets the frustrations out. Yet late at night when lights hit who knows how many bodies of water, worry fades away to reveal a deep inner peace.