I've been up since four. The coffee pot has been drunk and it is still pitch dark outside. I've read the papers. Everything is yesterday's news. I want an appropriate photograph for today's post, but I have searched and not been able to find one. What would be "appropriate," anyway.
I've been thinking about the lunatic revolution taking place right now. It made me think of the French Revolution when they emptied the prisons. It made me think of China's Cultural Revolution. And, of course, it made me think of the protests of the 1960s. I thought of the SDS and the Weathermen and the Black Panthers. I thought of everyone I knew carrying Mao's Little Red Book and the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago. I thought of my parents and my friends' parents and of every parent in America faced with the revolution taking place in the '60s. There were bombings. There was violence. And every group was a disparate association, not a single entity but a collective of varying motives and intellects. I thought of Stalin. I thought of Ghandi.
History is full of such things, right or wrong. There seems to be a human impulse.
Biden will assume the presidency soon. I don't envy him. He will certainly not be able to do what he hopes to do. I voted for him, but I don't agree with half of what he intends and will feel free to disagree, probably to the dissatisfaction of my friends. I guess I'm used to it. I piss people off all the time, anyway. I don't agree with most things if I think about them for any time at all. I always find a bad assumption or some other fly in the ointment. And I am really allergic to "groups." As Grouch Marx said, I refuse to join a club that would have me as a member. Although I've done some pretty radical things, I've always managed to piss off the majority of the people whose side I was on.
What does that make me?
In a little while I am scheduled for the first of my Covid vaccinations. Some of my pals have already gone. They say the setup is pretty efficient. You don't even have to get out of your car.
I take my mother tomorrow. In a couple weeks, we will entertain one another with impunity. The year of sitting outside will be done. In a month or so, she will be able to return to the gym. She will be able to go to church. She will meet people for coffee at McDonalds or wherever. She is excited.
The vaccine, I'm afraid, will not cure what is wrong with me. My troubles are much deeper than that. But it is something, and I must take advantage of it.
I thought I had something to say this morning, but I don't. I am simply overwhelmed.
ReplyDeleteMe too! Well. Just the French Revolution last night. I have always been somewhat fascinated with the women of the French Revolution.
Charlotte Corday, Princess Lambelle. Heads on spikes, executions, etc.
Anyway. I'm waiting for a vaccine too. The one that cures Stupid.
Sigh. That is a horrible thing. But I believe I have admitted, several many times, over the course of my history here at the Cafe, that I struggle with those less than willing to educate themselves about basic pieces of knowledge. Or those that refuse to educate themselves. It is constant meditation for me - to be more accepting.
I want to fucking kill people.
It is not those with learning disabilities or those who really try and top out at a certain level - no no. It is those who have been given a functioning brain and allow Stupid to enter and twist everything all up.
Oh. I don't know really what it is.
I've been in a black hole. Truth be told. I told my texting NJ friends - count me out for a while. I will not be swayed into happiness or unicorns and rainbows because of Georgia. Or because of Joe & Kam. I want to remain utterly pissed and disgusted for at least a few more days.
You know Libras have a thing with justice. The scales and all.
The news channels are certainly raking in the dough though, eh? What Reality TV!!! The United States Fucking Capitol Building over run -
what a cliffhanger.
Fuck it. I just poured a glass of wine. I'm gonna blow a big fat Snoop Dog Spliff.
Imagine
if McConnell didn't let Trumpy run amock since Day 1
if Obama was President and this happened
if Pence didn't suck Trumps cock while his finger was manipulating his prostate
bleh. I can't start up again. It's Fri-Yay. And there is a strong possibility I'm not waiting til Saturday night for a tub. I bought a new tub additive it is called:
"I'm the man of your dreams. Literally." by Frank Body.
Between the spliff, the wine and the tub, I could be asleep by 9.
Who is that Hippy playing with Early Techology.
x
Charlotte Corday
ReplyDeleteShe was twenty-five
when she went up the ramp,
for another new god had to be appeased
and faint hope was crushed
as the blade dropped in front of her,
and the crowd cheered.
no more petty cruelties to inflict,
no more old men to appease
no more summer afternoons at Versailles.
just crushing pain, and then nothing more.
as she lay upon the ground
gazing up at now,
she thought about how lovely it was.
and the crowd cheered.
ReplyDeleteOk. Bear with me. I just polished off a dog walker and got my reading material out of the car.
I'm reading (for like the 700 millionth time because I always read him stoned - I used to read one sentence or paragraph - and we'd spend a night giggling about the theories or anti-theories and the sarcasm - ego in the writing. Think of examples.
Could that be a board game of sorts?
I don't really know who this guy is. I got the book at an estate sale. Have had it open and closed for years. "The Sense of Beauty, Being the Outline of Aesthetic Theory."
George Santayana. Don't make fun of me - I don't have all the Philosophers down and he might not even be one - I can't remember. But reading him hurts my head in such a good way. And I don't want to Wiki him and be leaden with any potentially judgy mc judgy pants preconceived notions.
"To this inquiry, as far as it concerns aesthetics, the following pages are devoted. No attempt will be made either to impose particular appreciations or to trace the history of art and criticism. This discussion will be limited to the nature and elements of our aesthetic judgements. (. is that like a joke? "limited" WTF). It is a theoretical inquiry and has no direct hortatory quality. Yet insight into the bases of our preferences, if it could be gained, would not fail to have a good and purifying influence upon them. It would show us the futility of a dogmatism that would impose upon another man judgements and emotions for which the needed soil is lacking in his constitution and experience; and at the same time it would relieve us of any undue diffidence or excessive tolerance towards aberrations of taste, when we know what are the broader grounds of preference and habits that make for greater and more diversified aesthetic enjoyment."
fuck I love that. "devoted" right there. "relieve". such good art words. okay. I'm going back to reading while I can still read.
I will contain myself and simply highlight further most interesting thoughts. There are already a shit load underlined.
OMG there is some more funny shit.
"The writers have generally been audacious metaphysicians and somewhat incompetent critics;" hahhahaha. I love that. There's more obvs after the ;
Is it just me? Stoned? c.c.? Happy New Year.
What did he say? "the needed soil is lacking in his constitution and experience? "
Okies. That's all for tonight.
Sigh.
It's a little delicious and fun.