06-02-2021, 10:35 PM
I'm alone, the things in the poem, or whatever people call these things these days, are what keep me alone.
GLADNESS is big, not as big as Joy and Delight, but those contexts are irrelevant here.
All these things mentioned are useful to me. They keep me awake and alive and driven. They're important for writing and adventuring. They're necessary Personal characteristics.
Everything is safe when it's in a category. Wild, untamed rudeness is crystalized to a plain shiny stone called a troll. Everybody knows what that is. It's easy to understand. It's tame. Make wildness into a terrorist, you've also tamed it. Evil is a neutering of lifeforce.
Categories maim. They circle around a few definitions. Pain is Romantic, but there's sappy Romantic. People around here listen to Comfortably Numb, and justify their weakness. Real raging Romance passes out in a hotel room after smashing it with joy. Cliched and loving it.
If there are categories, they can be expanding categories. If I'm my own Authority, I get bored. If I'm humble, nothing happens. I could sit and be humble the rest of my life.
Meme magic is a strong cheap kind. It can call me a luddite or reactionary and be done with me. But the best magic has its heart in the past and its dick long into the wild future. The dick always points the direction. Balls roll.
Sadness can be enjoyed, and worshipping it is stupid.
If I insult you I'm inviting you to dance. If I'm afraid of you it means I love you or at least have great affection. It doesn't mean, just is.
I'm alone in the noon of life. Insulting, annihilating Victimhood and Victimizing alike. Fear and Loving are the same. Fear is fun. Insulting is fun, Dancing is fun. Sad songs and tragic heroes aren't tragic, they're cyclic addictions, keeping everybody proud of their humbleness. I'm proud, with no humbleness, and sad, with no resentment. No need for latching-on. One needn't come with the other. Someone can be raging with nonviolence and agonizing gladness.
I'm alone in me. Amongst all the swirling contexts. Proud of all of it.
GLADNESS is big, not as big as Joy and Delight, but those contexts are irrelevant here.
All these things mentioned are useful to me. They keep me awake and alive and driven. They're important for writing and adventuring. They're necessary Personal characteristics.
Everything is safe when it's in a category. Wild, untamed rudeness is crystalized to a plain shiny stone called a troll. Everybody knows what that is. It's easy to understand. It's tame. Make wildness into a terrorist, you've also tamed it. Evil is a neutering of lifeforce.
Categories maim. They circle around a few definitions. Pain is Romantic, but there's sappy Romantic. People around here listen to Comfortably Numb, and justify their weakness. Real raging Romance passes out in a hotel room after smashing it with joy. Cliched and loving it.
If there are categories, they can be expanding categories. If I'm my own Authority, I get bored. If I'm humble, nothing happens. I could sit and be humble the rest of my life.
Meme magic is a strong cheap kind. It can call me a luddite or reactionary and be done with me. But the best magic has its heart in the past and its dick long into the wild future. The dick always points the direction. Balls roll.
Sadness can be enjoyed, and worshipping it is stupid.
If I insult you I'm inviting you to dance. If I'm afraid of you it means I love you or at least have great affection. It doesn't mean, just is.
I'm alone in the noon of life. Insulting, annihilating Victimhood and Victimizing alike. Fear and Loving are the same. Fear is fun. Insulting is fun, Dancing is fun. Sad songs and tragic heroes aren't tragic, they're cyclic addictions, keeping everybody proud of their humbleness. I'm proud, with no humbleness, and sad, with no resentment. No need for latching-on. One needn't come with the other. Someone can be raging with nonviolence and agonizing gladness.
I'm alone in me. Amongst all the swirling contexts. Proud of all of it.