05-04-2013, 05:00 AM
...My religion is the chance encounter between
Jesus and Dionysus, etherized in the back of
a streetcar named Desire, conflicting over the
difference between destiny and fate; one holding an
umbrella, the other a sewing-machine. Two mundane
objects with which I disagree, but can't help loving.
"My religion is that I love you." Kenneth Patchen
said that. My religion is that I disagree.
...I'm an uneducated person that had to learn
in the American Pragmatic way. Like hobos
in boxcars, learning to read by the advertisements
going by.
...I'm a minority of one—that would give his life
to show gratitude to the majority of all.
...But nobody's asking that of me.
...Are you?
...[There are connections
.....between
.......what we dream,
.....and what is dreamed
................before us.
After Boston,
it was funny
...to think the thought:
I'm taking the lonesome, southern train
.....to New York.
...[Do you feel them, now?
Despite what anyone says,
...everybody would rather
...................be loved than respected.
And it's easier to be loved
...................than to be respected.
Life is not worth living
...unless it is worth living.
And if life is worth living,
...death ruins everything.
I'm no scholar—
...O Americans.
Only a man.
And as for my religion,
I have no hope, only need.
Jesus and Dionysus, etherized in the back of
a streetcar named Desire, conflicting over the
difference between destiny and fate; one holding an
umbrella, the other a sewing-machine. Two mundane
objects with which I disagree, but can't help loving.
"My religion is that I love you." Kenneth Patchen
said that. My religion is that I disagree.
...I'm an uneducated person that had to learn
in the American Pragmatic way. Like hobos
in boxcars, learning to read by the advertisements
going by.
...I'm a minority of one—that would give his life
to show gratitude to the majority of all.
...But nobody's asking that of me.
...Are you?
...[There are connections
.....between
.......what we dream,
.....and what is dreamed
................before us.
After Boston,
it was funny
...to think the thought:
I'm taking the lonesome, southern train
.....to New York.
...[Do you feel them, now?
Despite what anyone says,
...everybody would rather
...................be loved than respected.
And it's easier to be loved
...................than to be respected.
Life is not worth living
...unless it is worth living.
And if life is worth living,
...death ruins everything.
I'm no scholar—
...O Americans.
Only a man.
And as for my religion,
I have no hope, only need.