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Philosophy: one A, two B's 2003-11-01 - 10:00 p.m. 
AmbitionA revolution of the hand and the lines somehow make sense again. There are jigsaw puzzles played. Death and silence dance cheek to cheek. Salad days some call them; what those salad days are seems blurred. I write that because it's curious how much pain can be pleasure for my generation. The overachievers constantly push up, blowing molten glass like CPR respiration--reaching out to the stars, neglecting the fact there's no oxygen there. Perhaps, with equal dedication, there are those who devour the earth, furiously digging graves fit for an asteroid or a continental tomb. Their success stories are measured in rainbows of lacerations and restless ruins stalking by in bloated bacterial biospheres. Either way, these achievers are temple priests who erect the monuments they serve. Each life is a lantern hung in space and shadow--a Chinese festival of life, that column of quiet embers burning from celestial deprivation to infernal suffocation. As in all things the excesses are excessive--but tempting. 'Everything in moderation': sensical or soporific. I don't know, seeing my name up in lights might be cool. ---- Being Sometimes waking up feels like being reborn. Less cold, usually. There's a stalemate about how fleeting we are: maybe we're personalities chisled in stones that heals in some places better than others...or something more fragile and autistic, like whisper-thin old people who just need an accidental nudge to be lost--like figurines. It all strikes me as ironic: the more well-crafted the ego is, the easier it breaks. Maybe that's why it's so fun to see knick-nack people pushed off the edge... They say the Devil is in the details; they also say I can get blow on Sunset Blvd. for under 20 bucks. On the other hand, it'd be painfully fundamentalist if God happened to be in the vague generalities. God would make a living writing forewords on self-help books and doing interview spots for documentaries. God would fail every term paper he ever wrote. I think Satan would end up as a CPA or an engineer. Maybe that's why math majors have such a quiet deviant streak in them. ---- Bed Yes. |
