I like to think of myself as outwardly accepting of others, regardless of my thoughts and feelings on their behaviors, beliefs, and beings. But there are three things that truly dishearten me about humans, myself included, I hasten to add and they’ve slotted themselves nicely into the unique-little-snowflake culture that has engulfed us millennials. They call themselves, in the style of a generation raised on spasmodic adspeak “body positive”, “you do you”, and “intellectual differences”. I’ve talked about the second and third before and intend to do so again in the near future but, for now, I’m going to focus on the first one.
There is a certain circularity to these things. They bite you in the ass just as you’re wrestling the tail into the ground, so to speak. I recently had opportunity to be asked if I were a Muslim. Perhaps a little background would be helpful. I frequently comment and post in a left-wing feminist online group on Facebook – at times weekly, at times a dozen or more times a week, depending on the topics that come up and, often, how far afield the discussion has strayed into territories that touch on my areas of expertise and show no signs of understanding that feel like they need a little direction to help along without everyone getting confused. That, of course, is where this began.
there are those who would say that it is childish. i agree wholeheartedly but i’m not sure why that is such a problem. sure i might be twenty but who says i can’t do things that don’t require vast amounts of worldly experience or high school graduation? #painting is #perhaps the most respected of the fine #arts. blatantly professional, viewed with such talent, provided the #painting is done with oil, #canvas, and exactly no numbers over which to place the #brush. graffiti has become an #art to be reckoned with even if the vast majority of so-called #artists are simply tagging things with their name and making buildings desperately require cleaning instead of #painting something striking or beautiful or contemplative or even creative that could give #art to a city desperately in need of it, as all cities everywhere are. still, if one says something negative about spray#paint in polite #artistic company (does such a thing exist somewhere?), there would most certainly be cross words and the speaker would most likely be covered in said spray#paint relatively quickly. or whenever he next sleeps. #perhaps both.
so, in a #world before #smart, there was this #swan who gave birth and #completely didn’t #notice. in that same #world, there was a #duck, curiously enough, giving birth in the same lake at the same time. can you #imagine the noise that was to be heard that morning with the honking and quacking and the father birds trying desperately not to get seen edging away in search of television sets and motoring magazines? i assure you, there were feathers to be seen flying and water churned to near boiling #point. that being said, six ##ducklings and seven #signets entered the #world that day, almost as wet and sticky as the day they were conceived. this, of course, being a #world before #smart, is a #world without counting. we shall ignore those numbers in exactly the same manner as their mothers.
Sunset sets me free from the flames that I can’t convince out of my hair. This place never changes. A year since my toes touched this stone but it feels like yesterday. A bright, incendiary ball is hovering over my sister’s head but this time I’m curiously unworried. It’s only the sun, though. Somehow this way it seems normal. Continue Reading…
#word – #Meaningless object existing in #imaginary #worlds and reproduced using #light. Often rumored to have medicinal qualities and used in the treatment of mental illness; may cause #random and sudden #happiness, #sadness, #love, and #hate, when used in combination. Human’s most dangerous weapon. No cure known to date.
Sometimes we start new projects and never seem to finish them. I am perhaps more guilty of that than most but I believe that it would be a terrible waste not to try. The new project that I am beginning is a different approach to the English language. We live with a language that is hopelessly out of date while it becomes the undying standard in world communication. Words are used more for their hidden meanings than for their defined ones and often mean nothing at all. What this project will pursue is new definitions of words that are completely incorrect but will make you think, dear reader. That is, after all, the point both of language and of reading, is it not? I shall do this in installments and when enough have been collected here, they shall be moved to a book. If it is popular enough, it may be a printed volume but, for now, I only expect it to be a digital book. Many of my works have been out of print long enough that that is all that remains of them, realistically, anyway and I do almost all of my reading on a tablet. Welcome to the twentyfirst century. #projectundefined #wordsmakeyouthink
right, so i’m not exactly the most prodemocratic of thinkers at the best of times but i am constantly asked about the possibility of scotland’s independence from the union. here are the three answers that i should give you if you have time…
echoes of selves.
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history through eyes of glass.
a thousand words or more.
the politics of a photography of absence.