Saturday, October 13, 2012
My Companion
Sunday, August 1, 2010
A Short Tragedy of the Current Past
You were a Tomboy but I couldn't Say No to Love. I was Crazy for You. True Devotion. We Made the Harbor and did Acid and Everything. We had a Summer HeartBeat Connection. Here, High Violet was a Real Life Color and there were Nitetime Rainbows.
And then. One day you had a Disconnect from Desire. You looked at our Skin Collision Past and said “Romance is Boring,” you said I was Clinging to a Scheme. And then you left with the Pigeons yelling, “Blackbird Blackbird.”
2. Before Today, in the suburbs, there once was an Active Child who was called The Son of Chico Dusty. He lived on the Grey Oceans where there was no water. Only a Plastic Beach and many ArchAndroid Guards On Patrol. It was a cold White Hinterland. All the Sleigh Bells had become Broken Bells and he had no Bliss Release. He began to Fight Softly. In the empty Baths, the active child built Fossil Cities (he called them Secret Cities) using the Beach Fossils collected At Echo Lake.
He put his ear to the Innerspeaker and prayed to Saint Bartlett, the Tallest Man on Earth and practitioner of White Magic. The child asked him to show The Way Out. The saint came to him and said “There is Love in You. I Will Be a False Priest if I do not help your Prison Break. But you must know, it will be Rough Travels for a Rare Thing.”
But child said he wanted to see Hidden Lands, to Swim in Bodies of Water. To Go, to Search.
The saint gave a Wild Smile and said “you have Gone Blind.”
3. There are Heavy Ghost Appendices here now. King Night rules all but there are no Covers. After you left, my blood became Odd Blood. I was delusional,
Friday, June 25, 2010
4. He lives disassociated from mechanical time.
Kundera claims that countries in middle Europe suffer from “small nation syndrome” – that is, they are always stuck in between aggressors, superpowers. They must always doubt their continuing existence. I somehow feel a deep empathy here. As if I was acclimated to this mindset without my assent. Without my knowledge. This anxiety about existing is familiar. Comfortable. It seems so illogical that one should be and yet here one is. My reaction is at once grateful and skeptical. It is not that I fear for my existence but there is more to life than existing, is there not? If Poland became part of Germany, the USSR, did its people stop living. No. Only, they stopped living as Polish. Their existence as such no longer held any significance for they had been usurped. Others required their lives. Needed them to exist otherwise. Needed to eliminate them and create them anew. What is it to live in constant fear of this? How else to be but anxious? Empathetic?
Post script. As we roll into Krakow, graffiti on a wall informs me “this is a good day to have a good day”…The water falls in sheets.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
1. As problematic as he is enigmatic: Traveling to Prague.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Why Vinyl is Still the best
The NyTimes has a great article on the increasing economic resurgence of Vinyls and turntables. I know for me, if I want to support a band I will probably buy their album on vinyl. There is something warm, familiar and nostalgic about the whole affair. Vinyls, compared to cds, are less immediately technological; there are not all the buttons, lcd displays, etc that can overwhelm in a way that removes you from the music. And yet it is still satisfyingly sensory in a way that mp3s cannot be. The whole process of taking a record out of its sleeve and carefully loading it onto the turntable, moving the needle over and gently dropping it onto the revolving disk; this connects you to the music that you choose to play in a way that demands attention. With Vinyl, it is impossible to download 50 songs at once, listen to the first 5 seconds and make some uninformed judgement that is probably more reflective of your mood at the time than anything else. The process of listening to records requires a certain effort on the part of the listener that ultimately allows for a more intimate connection with the music.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Kid Suspended for Wearing Skinny Jeans
Some kid gets suspended for 'skinny jeans' in Texas (duh). Apparently, they were too 'distracting' (cause hipsters are rebels, duh). But seriously, I was reading Althusser earlier today and he writes about the role of Ideological State Apparatuses, which are basically the ways in which the dominant powers maintain power. The ruling class is able to sustain itself through economic exploitation of the lower classes without using force via these ideological state apparatuses (ISAs). He specifically cites the educational-apparatus as the main ISA in the modern era. He argues that schools serve to prepare/condition people for their future participation in the system of production (which ensures the 'rule' of the ruling class) by normalizing behavior that sustains the system of production. This is readily apparent in this particular school's dress code, part of which reads:
The Standard Dress Policy is a vital step toward furthering excellence and better preparing our students for college, careers, and life as adults.
Oh Texas, you never cease to amaze (depress) me. In the video, the mother is all upset that the school is letting 'dress' get in the way of her son's 'education.' But, if you view the issue in terms of normalization, the adherence to a dress code is actually part of her son's 'education' itself. Another portion of the dress code states "Top and bottom (e.g. shirt and pants) may not be the same color." This doesn't even make sense in terms of the rest of the dress code. They state that the goal is to avoid 'distracting' appearance in order to facilitate an educational environment. Is it really distracting to have the same color top and bottom? This just seems like an exercise in submission.
Interpellated.