What gives you goosebumps?

[PopeBeanieModerator]

I’m eventually going to connect this topic to a theme of Human Consciousness (especially wrt our mammalian neuro-evolution)… so one could mention ‘orgasm’, but that’s not where I’m headed, so to speak.

Think of goosebumps (and other primal feelings), especially the mostly human-like kind. (Yes, goosebumps come from tiny muscles that raise fur and feathers in earlier-evolved species, and they raise our own hair, but we’ve evolved it further… I’m pretty sure there’s a social tweek or repurposing related to this.)

And can you think of other primal feelings that can pop into consciousness without you intentionally trying to make it happen on purpose? Perhaps blushing, or its related red-faced anger?

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[PopeBeanieModerator]

I’ll start with music: Beethoven’s 9th, Ode to Joy movement when the male chorus jumps in near the end.

Here’s another, for me: I bought the mp3 for it and wish I could post it here (without guilt), but here’s a link to the same track, as recorded for YouTube:

 

[.Spectator]

My Immortal

[Reg the Fronkey FarmerModerator]

Christopher Hitchens speech 2 months before he died. (he starts at 12:20)

[Simon PayntonParticipant]

Oumou Sangare – Saa Magni (Death is terrible)  (lyrics)

O death; O death Death is so harsh Death is so cruel
Death who struck down Amadou Ba Guindo
But death spares no creature
Nothing can stop it
Not even fame
Or having many children
Great riches and many friends
Amadou is gone
And when I go to Douentza I will not see him again He will never be seen again in Bamako In Douentza Tenin OngoTna cries for you Whilst in Bamako Amadou cries for you As Adja’ cries for you
Your widow Fanta cries for her missing husband For Guindo has disappeared, struck down by treacherous death
In Bamako your old friend Alou Tracre misses you
How bitter is death, how bitter separation
It is hard to break the links (of friendship)
How it is hard to be separated from one’s people
Guindo
But death spares no one
The Grim Reaper of hope did not spare Amadou
Guindo
If it did not spare the Prophet Mohammed
Just as it struck down Amadou Cherif
Leaving his father Bouba in pain
May his soul rest in peace
How harsh is separation, how harsh death
And merciless death strikes without distinction
Villainous death crouches at a bend in the path
Lying in wait for us
May God preserve us from it
But death spares no one
It strikes in the prime of life
Perfidious death crouches at a bend in the path
O death; O death
You did not spare Guindo
No creature can escape you
0 death, O death, how you are cruel

[Simon PayntonParticipant]

Manu Chao – Malegría

[.Spectator]

omg really simon? lol

[ZweifelParticipant]

@Reg – thanks so much for posting Christopher’s presentation. Painfully sad but awesomely inspiring. Dawkins’ intro was amazing as well. (Also a fabulous example of something that gives you goosebumps.)

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[Reg the Fronkey FarmerModerator]

You are most welcome Zweifel. I have had a few conversations with Dawkins over the years but I unfortunately never got a chance to met Hitchens. But as he said himself…I have no desire to met Shakespeare (in another life). I can meet him anytime I want in his works.

[_Robert_Participant]

 

[StregaModerator]

Pink Floyd and/or David Gilmour

[Reg the Fronkey FarmerModerator]

@ Strega – When I was about 12 I stayed up late to watch all of “Live in Pompeii“. I was amazed by it and have loved Floyd ever since. I once got to buy Gilmour a drink (in the Town and Country club in Camden) when we got a “lock in”. Saw them in Wembley in 1987 (or was it ’88!!). This is one of my favorite Gilmour songs.

[Reg the Fronkey FarmerModerator]

Home, a poem by Warsan Shire.

no one leaves home unless

home is the mouth of a shark

you only run for the border

when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you

breath bloody in their throats

the boy you went to school with

who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory

is holding a gun bigger than his body

you only leave home

when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you

fire under feet

hot blood in your belly

it’s not something you ever thought

of doing

until the blade burnt threats into

your neck

and even then you carried the anthem under

your breath

only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets

sobbing as each mouthful of paper

made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,

that no one puts their children in a boat

unless the water is safer than the land

no one burns their palms

under trains

beneath carriages

no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck

feeding on newspaper unless the miles traveled

means something more than journey.

no one crawls under fences

no one wants to be beaten

pitied

no one chooses refugee camps

or strip searches where your

body is left aching

or prison,

because prison is safer

than a city of fire

and one prison guard

in the night

is better than a truckload

of men who look like your father

no one could take it

no one could stomach it

no one skin would be tough enough

the go home blacks

refugees

dirty immigrants

asylum seekers

sucking our country dry

niggers with their hands

out

they smell strange

savage

messed up their country and now they want

to mess ours up

how do the words

the dirty looks

roll off your backs

maybe because the blow is softer

than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender

than fourteen men between

your legs

or the insults are easier

to swallow

than rubble

than bone

than your child body

in pieces.

i want to go home,

but home is the mouth of a shark

home is the barrel of the gun

and no one would leave home

unless home chased you to the shore

unless home

told you

to quicken your legs

leave your clothes behind

crawl through the desert

wade through the oceans

drown

save

be hunger

beg

forget pride

your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear

saying

–

leave,

run

away from me now

i dont know what i’ve become

but i know that anywhere

is safer than here……

[Old AccountParticipant]

Standing under a massive redwood tree.

Looking at the Mt. St. Helens crater, up close.

Sibelius’ Finlandia.

A pilgrimage I took to Mt. Emei, a Buddhist shrine.  https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Emei

 

[Mike LongParticipant]

My most recent “goosebumps moment”:

Watching a time-lapse animated gif of the Milky Way moving across the night sky. Beautiful but profound only after I forced myself into a different perspective. The star field was, for all intents and purposes, stationary. It was IIIiii that was in motion – sitting on a rock that was tumbling through space. Goosebumps, but also a little dizzy.

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