Maybe we should all buy bicycles and backpacks with lots of room and just quit our jobs and burn our text books to stay warm in the winter and at night? Maybe we should really learn something in a tree or a on a hill or in the river or on a rock by the sea watching all the animals go by and the daffodils dance their crazy cool sway in the breeze? I guess only knowing what other, mostly dead, people tell you is cool too? Maybe sleeping in houses and not tents isn't only cool in hurricanes and blizzards? Maybe walking around all day and night wandering dreaming with high aims in the clouds is crazy and not cool at all? Maybe i'm not just not very hip? I hate writing papers really. I like crazy rambling and using whatever words I want like crazy and cool over and over again and sometimes in the same sentence multiple times. I like not having to be standard and metaphorical and beautifully based. Sometimes it's nice to just be ugly. What is wrong with ugly and who say's it's ugly anyways? Who says everything has to make perfect sense and be perfectly ordered? Why does one word have to equal twenty when your saying the same thing really? What is up with MLA and APA and who says that "He says" isn't good enough for citation? Why is everything so systematic, meticulous, mundane, orderly, painstaking, boring, tedious, unexciting, sans joy and sans creation? Why do we have to be super warm in winter and super cool in summer? Why can't we just feel to a reasonable extent? Why does 85 suddenly become the new 70 just because it's 30? Maybe mountains make better homes for people than duplexes? Maybe minds are really just floating around creating worlds that really exist for artifice alone? Maybe I am God and maybe you are too? Maybe we should all build adobe homes and stop tearing down forests and move to the desert and then back again because one place is not everyplace there is to see and seeing is believing much more so than hearing?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I'm no Metaphysicist, but when you put Jellyfish in Outerspace...
Maybe we should all buy bicycles and backpacks with lots of room and just quit our jobs and burn our text books to stay warm in the winter and at night? Maybe we should really learn something in a tree or a on a hill or in the river or on a rock by the sea watching all the animals go by and the daffodils dance their crazy cool sway in the breeze? I guess only knowing what other, mostly dead, people tell you is cool too? Maybe sleeping in houses and not tents isn't only cool in hurricanes and blizzards? Maybe walking around all day and night wandering dreaming with high aims in the clouds is crazy and not cool at all? Maybe i'm not just not very hip? I hate writing papers really. I like crazy rambling and using whatever words I want like crazy and cool over and over again and sometimes in the same sentence multiple times. I like not having to be standard and metaphorical and beautifully based. Sometimes it's nice to just be ugly. What is wrong with ugly and who say's it's ugly anyways? Who says everything has to make perfect sense and be perfectly ordered? Why does one word have to equal twenty when your saying the same thing really? What is up with MLA and APA and who says that "He says" isn't good enough for citation? Why is everything so systematic, meticulous, mundane, orderly, painstaking, boring, tedious, unexciting, sans joy and sans creation? Why do we have to be super warm in winter and super cool in summer? Why can't we just feel to a reasonable extent? Why does 85 suddenly become the new 70 just because it's 30? Maybe mountains make better homes for people than duplexes? Maybe minds are really just floating around creating worlds that really exist for artifice alone? Maybe I am God and maybe you are too? Maybe we should all build adobe homes and stop tearing down forests and move to the desert and then back again because one place is not everyplace there is to see and seeing is believing much more so than hearing?
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