Unobtrusive Therapy

The exotic pantheon of the gods lies within the Hindu walls of wonder. Opulent and copious, yes, the Hindu gods and goddesses are abundant and affluent with sheer wisdom. (Izzy Schurr / Steven J. Rosen.)

Hinduism is a vast anthology of human knowledge, a mine of information about science, customs, religion and art upon all stages of human history. (Steven J. Rosen, “Essential Hinduism,” 2006.)

Hinduism is a cosmic and colossal journey into the massive reaches of awareness. The inclusive beliefs of the Hindus are cloaked in the mystique of prehistory. A marvelous melody of miscellaneous beliefs and practices generated from the Mahabharata, the oldest poem known to mortals. All the essential truths are harbored within the Mahabharata, states Rosen’s 2006 book, “Essential Hinduism.”

As an entity of enlightenment with an obsessive passion for words on the printed page. The poetry of the ancient Veda’s has seized my senses. Hinduism is separate from the other major religions, because it has many founders, and a vast array of books that can fill an entire book shelve in every library in the U.S. Christianity for example has two books, the Bible of course, and the “Book of Mormon.”

The Veda is the oldest scripture in the world. The word Veda is rooted from Sanskrit which means to know or knowledge. The word Veda also derives from the German word widea, which means wit and wisdom.  (“Essential Hinduism”)

“Essential Hinduism” is not the only Hindu book that says even the gods are flawed, and Rosen wrote about my favorite god, the goddess Shakti, or Sakti. I’ve seen her name spelled both ways in at least two of the eight books I’ve read on Hinduism.

The male gods, and perhaps even mortal men are weak, ineffective and immobilized without Shakti. She inspires and provokes creativity while providing cosmic stability, especially within the ravenous realms of the imagination.

The ancient arsenal of facts and fantasy lies amidst the untapped reservoirs of time itself, and the words and wisdom of the Hindus has ignited my intense imagination.  

Mark Izzy Schurr

Dark Mark, Via The Aide of Twisted Horror Fiction

Monstrous facets, mythological menaces and the dark epigram of the imagination caters to the creatures of chaos lurking in the sordid shadows of life. Welcome to the “Book of Horrors,” it’s time to let the nightmares begin. (Stephen Jones / Mark Izzy Schurr)


The nameless child was familiar with slit throats and cracked skulls. She understood the counterbalance of violence and power, but the weight of disease was inconceivable to her. A body betraying itself? (Jennifer Giesbrecht)


This simple ditty of a blog was made possible from the two library books, “The Monster of Elendhaven,” written by Jennifer Giesbrecht and the “Book of Horrors,” edited by Stephen Jones.


Indeed, it’s too easy to die, and I’m too weird to love. Distance memories of shared laughter echoes in the enchanted echelons of eternity.


Mark Izzy Schurr 

Government VI

The disciples of deceit and destruction pawning the poor into their oily wars. Power and profit fuel the sordid souls of our lunatic leaders. Idle words of justice and peace have been ashed in fires of futility.

Apprentices of austerities consumed in their devious desires and tamas nature. The government is a toxic cocktail of chaos and confusion displaying the demise of democracy.

Mark Izzy Schurr     

Government V

Politicians and their barrage of balderdash. Liquid lies deeper then all the oceans combined. Rancid rivers of insanity constantly flowing into the seas of serinity. Mark Izzy Schurr.

Too easy to die, too weird to love. Distance memories of shared laughter echoes in the enchanted echelons of eternity.

Mark Izzy Schurr 

The unheated lap waters residing in the northern spheres of winter still warms my heart and soothes my soul. Only the happy hearts and laughing eyes of children have matched this sensational feeling of serenity. Mark Izzy Schurr

Government IV

                                                                             
The vile viens of corruption stream an ominous essence of stygian democracy into the bane blunders of our leaders who represent the ruin of righteousness.                                                           

Mark Izzy Schurr

Modern Moron Movie Review

Sexual and emotional abuse are displayed artistically wild in the Hulu original movie “My Valentine” written and directed by Maggie Levin.

“My Valentine” features music written and performed by Dresage. Dresage is a not my genre of music, yet I enjoyed the tunes. Levin’s script is very artsy, and the story is about a young woman whose recently left her abusive boyfriend. The woman is the lead singer and song writer who plays pop music live in small clubs.

The ex-boyfriend is a true psycho who refuses to be out of her life and when he arrives at one of her shows, the tension in the woman’s eyes omits a justified terror within her heart. Copy rights to songs, money and eventual murder mixed with catchy music, made “My Valentine” a fresh and frenzied movie about the reality of twisted relationships, and how some women are trapped in them. A solid thumbs up for this Hulu flick.

Mark Izzy Schurr

Mind Mystery

The robotic redundancy of reality and sheer unfriendliness of society has clouded my creativity far too long.

Us misfits and misplaced mutants of civilization seek solace in the shadows of art. Alone in my laughter, yet fueled by the mystic vapors of fantasy and fact. No reason to live, no desire to die. The tides of life harbor intricate dreams and flow among the hidden entities of immortality.

On the edge of doom, or on the brink of a wondrous journey into the heart of laughter itself?

Too often, my whirlwind of emotions ranges from rage to sheer serenity, making it difficult to decipher wisdom and folly. A single heart and mind laughed at by time, just another twig in the forest, a raindrop in the ocean or a feather in the wind.

After my funeral pyre, please pour my ashes into the moving waters of an ocean, then remember all the reasons to laugh.

Mark Izzy Schurr

Farewell to Neil Peart

The spontaneous genius and ripe glory of the late Neil Peart spawned a unique generation of hard rock ‘n’ roll music players and listeners.

Peart’s youthful obsession with books and music enabled him to become the percussionist, drummer and lyric writer for the Canadian rock trio Rush.

From 1968-1974, Rush singer and bassist Geddy Lee along with his best friend, Alex Lifeson, the guitarist were a stereotypical hard rock band. In 1974, when Rush first toured the U.S., the band acquired Neil Peart.

With the acquisition of Peart in 1974, Lee and Lifeson had found a drummer that was able to keep time with their intricate musical notes and changes. By the time Rush released their third album, “Caress of Steel” in 1975, Peart was their full-time lyric writer. Egos immediately took a sidestep in the odyssey of Rush; music by Lee and Lifeson, words by Peart.   

   

Beyond the idea, presentation is everything and must take on the spark of possibility from an inner ear potential to a realized work, Peart said in the 1989 “Presto” tour program book. Rush reflects and responds to life and filters it through their own lenses, Peart said.

When 67-year-old Peart died on January 7 of glioblastoma, an incurable and aggressive brain tumor, https://ultimateclassicrock.com/rush-thank-fans/ the musical gods shed tears on Earth while possibly rejoicing  in the heavens far beyond the Milky Way.

At the beginning of making a new album, we have no idea what well come up with, only the desire to do it, and the confidence we can. In that sense we don’t know what we’re doing, but it seems right, Peart said upon the release of the bands 13^th studio album “Presto.”

“Roll the Bones,” Rush’s first album of the 1990s, yet again show cased Rush’s musical prowess, and Peart’s wisdom and straight forward philosophy. We continue to learn, grow and change. Keep moving, roll the bones, gather no rust. A dream is over only until you give up or it comes true, that’s irony, Peart wrote in the Rush “Roll the Bones” tour book.

As someone who has an infinite passion for words on the printed pages of time, and the tragic passing of rock ‘n’ roll icon Neil Peart, I decided it was time to re-enter into the blogosphere.  

The book, “Rush 1977-2004” made this blog possible. When the album “Permanent Waves” found its way to the masses in 1980, “Personal Waves,” by Neil Peart pointed out an interesting fact about the albums cover. The album cover features a young woman walking nonchalantly amidst a hurricane destroying everything in its path. The newspaper on the bottom left blowing away has unreadable words on it. Peart and his two counterparts in Rush wanted the front page of 1948s The Chicago Daily Tribune that read; “Dewey Defeats Truman.” 

Several decades later, the heads of the Chicago Daily Tribune newspaper were still embarrassed by their Major Factual Error in 1948, and would not allow Rush to show that on the cover of “Permanent Waves.”  

The percussion domain and words of Neil Peart have forever fueled my restless soul.

You might have lived your live as an exemplary Christian only to be met at the gates of heaven by Mohammed. Anything can happen, we're only immortal for a limited time, Peart said.

Mark Izzy Schurr