2004-01-11 - 11:40 p.m.
Finding femme fatale, must be full of hubris using sticks or tongues to agitate the room. Answers are dangerous, needlessly cauterized. It is interesting that for centuries people could only look at themselves backwards, mirrors, ponds. For approximately 100 years people have been able to afford to look at themselves with photography and videocameras but the image is still in the past. We can never see our bodies only other things. To me this reveals that self perception is destined to fail. We can better learn about these strange planets we use through the eyes of another. Maybe behind knee jerk uses of speech, people who can see beneath them are not aliens. I think there is a desire to hide. Use of bangs, hats, beards and language, using shadows to speak when the tongue is exhausted. It's fun to lick the skein from the top of the culutural cup. I was asked today, "are you just using me?." Something larger than me I think has a vendetta against aging things. After contributing to the cause, it would be nice to just go "poof" that would be the just thing but instead we go slowly insane. I also heard somebody say to another person today that they need to get in touch with reality. A father to a son at a gas station, the new agora. I think it's an interesting discussion. What is reality? Instead of splitting hairs post, pre, modern ism ism ism, it just seems simpler to accept everything as reality. If it took root in the mind, it's real, so an odd act of speech is non existent, the only odd act of speech is the one that is ordinary, expected, banal, mundane. Ingenuity is the only sane approach. I think many people hear and see more then they can say they've heard or seen. Acute observation comes from perceived injustices, inequality and oppression. "There's been a war, there's been a war." There's a war in every room and in every head. It's diffucult not to project human qualities onto objects. Finding Nemo, Shrek, planets. Pluto is the cold distant observor who stares at you on the bus. Venus is the strangely warm woman who's mannerisms can not be easily separated from an emptiness in the womb, but she unfreezes emotions. The earth is just perfect, every other planet has a problem. Mars is mysterious, a little bit more barren but can definitely be reached out to. And we all know about Uranus, even underwear wants to get the hell out of there! The gaps in my lovers teeth are not beautiful but a slightly longer sentence street, more expansive, each corner of the old form twisted new can reveal the safe hiding places. Concepts begin to loose their crispness, their clarity or distance. Similarity is the forever frontier, bigger payoff thoough, a brief brain buzz for all good weavers. Creation is temptation and tempations should not be avoided but exploited by the planet antennae body.
