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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

on kierkegaards concept of leveling and what he means by "inwardness" as it relates to silence

The idea goes, today, in the age we live in, there is not enough passion and too much reflection.
Or in other words, there is not enough action and far too much innaction. I think he uses the word reflection because it flushes the idea out better, it captures the kind of innaction that pretends to be smart, or, rationalized lazines, and in the worst kind of way because we flatter ourselves with the wit we spin to stay idle.

He goes on to say that in this age without passion we've learned to secretly resent those people who are extra-ordinary. In a time of great passion, everything is torn apart, institutions are revolted against, people buldoze each other to create their own paths and leaders emerge who do amazing things, but in a time of passionless reflection, everything is left standing but is drained of its significance, everything becomes a feat of dialectics or mindless chatter. This happens because nobody acts out of passion, and everyone act instead out of a calculated fake passion and so we might applaud the apparent hero of our age, but when we get home we say "oh if i practiced enough, i could do that too" and we secretly trivialize and witticize until we might as well praise ourselves. I see it everyday in myself and its strange to agree with Kierkegaard in this respect because our culture is very much based on absolute equality of all people - He says this equality is leveling, because we secretly resent each other in our day and so no heroes are born, no institutions are destroyed and rebuilt, no progress is made.

Great what does this mean then. It means, or so I think he says, that people aren't related to each other as clashing individual competing wills, rather people are related to each other by feigned polite observation.

I'll continue this tomorrow....


Saturday, December 08, 2007

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the skin on your knees is broken.
the honey of your heart is spilling open. its going stale.
but look at you, with your machette sort of smile.
you could cut a home run in half.
its a god-damn glorious sight.



Wednesday, December 05, 2007

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

i stand up next to a mountain

and i chop it down

with the edge of my hand

 

-jimi hendrix


Monday, October 08, 2007


poalo messed me up. yumi messed me up. the back door messed me up. plesiosaur messed me up. the angels messed me up. but no one is messing nobody up no more.

im going lonesome from here on in. flying with 'ma finger on button that activates my co-pilot's ejector seat. cruising ina corvette with a blow-up doll. and then, imana pop the goddam blow-up doll for symbolic reasons.

if humans be essentially evil, them humans must have found out that i know their big secret, and then they must have huddled together and spoken whisperingly about the many ways in which they'd intercept my hail marys and jolly bees.

which brings me to a deep question, and im not gonna quote nobody because its me here and i'll make a argument thats been made before. people are essentially estranged. biologically, chemically, speaking we have everything in common because we're all made of the same basic sub-sub quarks or whatever is at the center or the smallest thing inside of us. We're only one thing when you pare it down infinitely. but psychologically, how can we share a thing? theres no way to verify that my understanding of what it is to be alive/my concept of being is the same as yours or anybody elses... for all purposes, we're all flying solo pretending that we're not. and i think its just that; the spheres we live in, although impenetrable, are transparent, and its appearances that hold our world up, give it meaning, and keep us from the insanity of loneliness, the insanity of knowing i can't never know you. so comb your hair and add some extra deodorant.

still, that goddam paolo messed me up.



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