Morphine lollipops and a red notebook.
more on fancy:
From prehistory it can be seen that what raises man above the animals (if indeed this can be claimed at all) is a special capacity that has long and mistakenly been identified as reason, but which we now venture to call fanciness(!!!). It is now generally accepted that reason cannot bear the weight that westerm tradition has assigned to it as the definitive characteristic of a (the) irrational animal. Reason implies necessity: ...for responding to given situations; a tool for problem solving and continued learning. This is , of course, not wrong, only partial... What reason overlooks is the insatiable drive towards problem-creating, making simple situations insolubly difficult, elaborating every aspect of life beyond function, beyond beauty, beyond usefulness, and finally beyond sustainability (wwc thankyouthankyouthankyou). This unreasonable, mindless complexity is the true hallmark of our species. And we love it. It is our glory and undoing. (HOW TRAGIC) Neither glittering towers nor mass graves are the work of a ational animal Culture and its annihilation are unnecessary, only the rewards of constant and unmotivated growth-for-its-own-sake. You know, like cancer...hmmm. Well I heard it somewhere.
The illogic of fanciness would have man cut off his feet to wear them on his head, followed by the legs, torso, etc., until the head rests on the ground and the last fancy move would be to return the head to its original place atop the neck, where it could then devote itself to something more useful- an essay perhaps (el oh fucking el!), or digging a hole in which to bury old hats or a collection of hood ornaments. Here we arrive, naturally, at an abyss. If our fancy animal wanders far enough to the right or to the left, it will find in either direction the yawning chasm of the abyss (so the world is round after all..). To the right is the path of self extension ( this aint no weave!), of leaving one mark, of empire; to the left is the path of self annihilation, of losing oneself in the world, of love. These are the twin ecstasies (i'll think of a better word?) of fanciness, which are inseparable: to shine with an unbearable brightness, and in that brightness to disappear.
more on fancy:
From prehistory it can be seen that what raises man above the animals (if indeed this can be claimed at all) is a special capacity that has long and mistakenly been identified as reason, but which we now venture to call fanciness(!!!). It is now generally accepted that reason cannot bear the weight that westerm tradition has assigned to it as the definitive characteristic of a (the) irrational animal. Reason implies necessity: ...for responding to given situations; a tool for problem solving and continued learning. This is , of course, not wrong, only partial... What reason overlooks is the insatiable drive towards problem-creating, making simple situations insolubly difficult, elaborating every aspect of life beyond function, beyond beauty, beyond usefulness, and finally beyond sustainability (wwc thankyouthankyouthankyou). This unreasonable, mindless complexity is the true hallmark of our species. And we love it. It is our glory and undoing. (HOW TRAGIC) Neither glittering towers nor mass graves are the work of a ational animal Culture and its annihilation are unnecessary, only the rewards of constant and unmotivated growth-for-its-own-sake. You know, like cancer...hmmm. Well I heard it somewhere.
The illogic of fanciness would have man cut off his feet to wear them on his head, followed by the legs, torso, etc., until the head rests on the ground and the last fancy move would be to return the head to its original place atop the neck, where it could then devote itself to something more useful- an essay perhaps (el oh fucking el!), or digging a hole in which to bury old hats or a collection of hood ornaments. Here we arrive, naturally, at an abyss. If our fancy animal wanders far enough to the right or to the left, it will find in either direction the yawning chasm of the abyss (so the world is round after all..). To the right is the path of self extension ( this aint no weave!), of leaving one mark, of empire; to the left is the path of self annihilation, of losing oneself in the world, of love. These are the twin ecstasies (i'll think of a better word?) of fanciness, which are inseparable: to shine with an unbearable brightness, and in that brightness to disappear.
incorect:
All these parts, your regrets, my poor grammar, fashion sense, smell, damage to the olfactory nerve, the holes in your pupil, my first cigar, the first time i made myself bleed, the last time i made myself bleed, silent diapproval, i hope they lock me up, you hope they lock me up, ruins, ruins, ruins, osteology, romance, romance, fat cells in the bath tub, a jar making noises, , , G, boot prints in mud, your favorite vital organ, dirt, famous suicides, a mandolin, the attic, your friends, not so famous suicides, plastic wrap or testimonials, busy signal, bad teeth, a winner, never say you're sorry, miss your target, you know it's true, anxiety for good things, double image, don't you fret now, art museums, cocaine, never ending rain, construction sites, tell people what i would never do, act, lie, choke, solve for why, never ending rain, practice kissing, drown, latin for 'i burn', latin for 'headache in my heart', or german for 'can you end my life', empty can, empty chest, pillow full of blood, head full of blood, kitchen sink, lungs, the top drawer, cantonese for 'can you end my life', it's just money, that which you already know but wont admit, smug, poetry festivals, psychotic episodes, re-runs, no one cares about you, stupid laugh, someone beautiful, dark pensive eyes, that smile, crippling depression, a fit, wedding cake, power, a survivor, electrical outlets stuffed with clay, fear of dying, a liar, throw the phone against the wall, throw myself down the stairs, enemies, clouds, rifles, sitting on speakers, squatter girls can be tender too, korean for 'can you end my life', boiled potatoes, i will be anything, parachutes, dirty finger nails, happy to see me, no idea, missing time, a winner, boots touching boots, even more precipitation, a sad song, fistful of bella donna, medicine, the other side of the country, quirky smile, manic, manic, manic, around the throat, speak slow, dramatic hand gestures, hold me back, self loathing, whatever you want, ,,
tadzi:
i always kinda figured man started to go downhill once he had too many toys...he became a slave to them. or maybe ive just watched 2001 too many times.