it's an unforgiving, fast paced back alley this run up to the summer season. city attorneys are forgoing their usual $16 martinis for a 'cold beer.' others have moved from their comfortable slummune, packed up the pirate flag and move back east. hipsters are packing the cinemas to see the new summer blockbusters (?). back up singers envision grandeur past these walls. other people's grilfriends flirt eye to their favorite songs. as i write, it's starting to rain outside. in june, for christ's sake. a venture to the pub on solano proves why the future cultural and civic managers are the worst nightmarish mishmash of elitism, multiculturalism and pragmatic neo-liberalism ever concocted.
why can't people just give up the idea that you can explain human action. philosophy can't even find a way to ask, never mind answer that query. no one really knows anything. do people ever consider how little evolution really means? the world is pure chaos. perhaps 500 million people don't know that they live on a planet, or a continent, or a country. if i was head of the sociology department at cal, i'd start ranting about the purple-scare, fear monger an attack of the post-ideologists, post-racists, post-classists and post-feminists, then send everyone off on sabbatical. let's give up on pretending we're the adults in the room. forget freud, bourdieu, foucault, harvey, and berger. a whole list of lock pickers and peeping toms. it isn't in 'the revenge of gaia' or gould or dawkins.
people are better off reading fiction, it leaves more to the imagination. and not new fiction, a poverty of the imagination as far as i can see. i cringe at the idea of writers trying to win me over with ecotopias and free-for-alls with apocalypse/brilliance/terror/heaven/mass-awakening just around the corner. and not the beat-generations' ambassadors of mediocrity, with grimy longing stares and exotic third world fetish. seems like the folks that lived through the first world war saw life for what it was. the workers work, die and pass on their poverty. the rulers rule, die and pass on their wealth. and the bourgeoisie prance around. doctors aren't going to cure cancer. the 'wilsonian idealist' liberals are the most depraved maniacs around. even your own children are little unrepentant devils. the nuns want to seduce your daughters. the rectors are trying to have their way with your sons. your husbands want to fuck every woman younger than you. your wife wants to fuck your best friend, and maybe, you do too. your dog just lays there and your cat doesn't come around anymore. war will take all the young, and refurbish the town with corpses and broken men. the church choir will sing, the gypsies dance and everyone will stuff themselves at mother's. it's a more honest world...
why can't people just give up the idea that you can explain human action. philosophy can't even find a way to ask, never mind answer that query. no one really knows anything. do people ever consider how little evolution really means? the world is pure chaos. perhaps 500 million people don't know that they live on a planet, or a continent, or a country. if i was head of the sociology department at cal, i'd start ranting about the purple-scare, fear monger an attack of the post-ideologists, post-racists, post-classists and post-feminists, then send everyone off on sabbatical. let's give up on pretending we're the adults in the room. forget freud, bourdieu, foucault, harvey, and berger. a whole list of lock pickers and peeping toms. it isn't in 'the revenge of gaia' or gould or dawkins.
people are better off reading fiction, it leaves more to the imagination. and not new fiction, a poverty of the imagination as far as i can see. i cringe at the idea of writers trying to win me over with ecotopias and free-for-alls with apocalypse/brilliance/terror/heaven/mass-awakening just around the corner. and not the beat-generations' ambassadors of mediocrity, with grimy longing stares and exotic third world fetish. seems like the folks that lived through the first world war saw life for what it was. the workers work, die and pass on their poverty. the rulers rule, die and pass on their wealth. and the bourgeoisie prance around. doctors aren't going to cure cancer. the 'wilsonian idealist' liberals are the most depraved maniacs around. even your own children are little unrepentant devils. the nuns want to seduce your daughters. the rectors are trying to have their way with your sons. your husbands want to fuck every woman younger than you. your wife wants to fuck your best friend, and maybe, you do too. your dog just lays there and your cat doesn't come around anymore. war will take all the young, and refurbish the town with corpses and broken men. the church choir will sing, the gypsies dance and everyone will stuff themselves at mother's. it's a more honest world...
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