It's not until we read the work of the great writers, Joyce or Proust for example, that we become conscious of the poverty of our own expression. To adequately express our own feelings and emotions, we can't drawn upon truly original communication, but have to wrap them in the pop culture trappings of Seinfeld or Team America. We must disguise and belittle our most relevant and true emotions, hide ourselves behind glittering commerical facades.
If we are this way, and most are, it's only due to our own negligence, we care instead more about shopping, plugging into the media machine, and beating Halo 2 than we do about expressing ourselves to the best of our own abilities and sharing time with others. We'd rather save the hour spend cooking ourselves a good meal so that we can fill out online quizzes, we'd rather talk mindlessly on cellphones instead of having an evening long fireside chat with a friend.
I'm sick and sniffling, but that won't stop me from enjoying the soup that I ate for lunch, feeling the warm leather comfort of my shoes, enjoying the smell and ritual each morning of shaving.
I just want to feel well, with sharp clothes on my back, fancy shoes on my feet, music and literature within easy reach, crazily running through the world with friends - making movies, writing, eating at forbidden banquets, quenching carnal desires, laughing with friends and strange and quick and free.
The rest ain't worth it,
bub.
If we are this way, and most are, it's only due to our own negligence, we care instead more about shopping, plugging into the media machine, and beating Halo 2 than we do about expressing ourselves to the best of our own abilities and sharing time with others. We'd rather save the hour spend cooking ourselves a good meal so that we can fill out online quizzes, we'd rather talk mindlessly on cellphones instead of having an evening long fireside chat with a friend.
I'm sick and sniffling, but that won't stop me from enjoying the soup that I ate for lunch, feeling the warm leather comfort of my shoes, enjoying the smell and ritual each morning of shaving.
I just want to feel well, with sharp clothes on my back, fancy shoes on my feet, music and literature within easy reach, crazily running through the world with friends - making movies, writing, eating at forbidden banquets, quenching carnal desires, laughing with friends and strange and quick and free.
The rest ain't worth it,
bub.
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angelvanilla:
Just a reminder about the Christmas Vancouver Party on DEC.11
angelvanilla:
Coming to Your Town