What makes an idea beautiful
Is not who thought it first
Is not who said it loudest
Is not the secrets it unravels
Is not the side it verifies
Is not the colors of its flag
Is not the weight of its convictions
We can't afford to make nations of ideas
We can't afford to subdivide and quantify
What makes an idea beautiful
Is the confusion of potential
Is the struggle for vitality
Is smashing it up and giving the pieces away
Is the ugliness of fixation,
Of patterns and cycles and certainty
What makes an idea beautiful
Is having one, and knowing it
And planting it in the tall grass
And watching it splinter and spread
And bind and blossom
And freeze and grow over
And uncoil and burrow and fuckin' fight
What is there to hope for
If the mortar gets too strong
If the towers never fall
When the silt's too thick to drink?
If we always know what's coming
Nothing's worth the wait
If we see how it ends
How can we pose a threat?
Producer/songwriter Benjamin Schurr blends the medieval with the industrial in Rush, writing harrowing songs with a mystical aura. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2023