Watched the news, followed by a Hunter S Thompson documentary. AFter that, had to get out of the room for a while, got a taco... came home head brewing and bubbling with various things on my mind. This is just the random steam I had to let out.
--- I think about super heroes.
I think about how America holds comics as stomping grounds for super heroes, kids-stuff, adolescent male power-fantasies. Wish fulfillment.
My favorite superhero comics are wish fulfillment of a kind. Stories in which someone does a truly good thing. Who doesnt back down. We get to see his/her side of the story and we dont get the double-handed backwash of the press telling us what we should believe in.
There are no heroes who are going to swoop in and solve our problems for us. We can only go forth in our beliefs and hope we arent wasting our time.
--- I think about this country. I think about how people on the right and the left and the center and the fuck all who are all playing with the same toys. pulling each toy away from the neighboring child, sure that its THEIRS and they are the one who can handle it the best. After a lively afternoon of squabbling, the children are called back home by each respective parent. The dutiful parent takes these red-white and blue toys and shakes their head at al the dirt and grime the kids got on them. all that harmful filth they got all over these toys. they need to clean it. they need to protect their children. They break open the cleaning cabinet, pullout sponges, brushes, bleach, disinfectant, and they go to work.
After countless nights of squabbling, dirt flinging, cleaning and disinfecting, the dirt and fighting keep happening. the cleaning remains a nightly occurrence. pretty soon, the sun the dirt, the soap and the sponge are going to wear these prized items down to the point where there will be no lively color left. who wants to play with grey toys?
People fighting for THEIR version of a better world, through the fighting and the UNYIELDING unwillingness to listen to each other, the constant avoidance of a solution, the color is draining out of this country. Who wants a grey flag? Well from my perspective, those white republicans would love it. its just like the flag that flew on the black-and-white TV shows of that bygone racist yet blissfully-ignorant era. things were so much simpler then, when minorities were under our control, and there was no such thing as fags...
--- There are some who are content in this crazy fucking world. the world is so nuts around them, they dont take any of the crazy in for themselves. Of course, that could be argued. One could say they are crazy for being able to be happy in this type of world. But theyll never be CALLED crazy, at least not by any of you readers or any of the other normals out there. The ones they call crazy are probably the ones with the most sense.
They live in a world that doesnt want to help them. They live in a world that has and will again yank the rug out from under them. They live in a world where information is either denied them, or where its altered and twisted to the point where up is sort of left and down, and right is under your shoe. (Dont ask me where down is.) So they go inward. They talk to themselves. Worried about aggressive motion-sensitive tax-paying cavemen who will lash out at them if they act up, they shuffle slowly and timidly away.
Who can blame them. This place is more fucking nuts than they are.
--- I think about super heroes.
I think about how America holds comics as stomping grounds for super heroes, kids-stuff, adolescent male power-fantasies. Wish fulfillment.
My favorite superhero comics are wish fulfillment of a kind. Stories in which someone does a truly good thing. Who doesnt back down. We get to see his/her side of the story and we dont get the double-handed backwash of the press telling us what we should believe in.
There are no heroes who are going to swoop in and solve our problems for us. We can only go forth in our beliefs and hope we arent wasting our time.
--- I think about this country. I think about how people on the right and the left and the center and the fuck all who are all playing with the same toys. pulling each toy away from the neighboring child, sure that its THEIRS and they are the one who can handle it the best. After a lively afternoon of squabbling, the children are called back home by each respective parent. The dutiful parent takes these red-white and blue toys and shakes their head at al the dirt and grime the kids got on them. all that harmful filth they got all over these toys. they need to clean it. they need to protect their children. They break open the cleaning cabinet, pullout sponges, brushes, bleach, disinfectant, and they go to work.
After countless nights of squabbling, dirt flinging, cleaning and disinfecting, the dirt and fighting keep happening. the cleaning remains a nightly occurrence. pretty soon, the sun the dirt, the soap and the sponge are going to wear these prized items down to the point where there will be no lively color left. who wants to play with grey toys?
People fighting for THEIR version of a better world, through the fighting and the UNYIELDING unwillingness to listen to each other, the constant avoidance of a solution, the color is draining out of this country. Who wants a grey flag? Well from my perspective, those white republicans would love it. its just like the flag that flew on the black-and-white TV shows of that bygone racist yet blissfully-ignorant era. things were so much simpler then, when minorities were under our control, and there was no such thing as fags...
--- There are some who are content in this crazy fucking world. the world is so nuts around them, they dont take any of the crazy in for themselves. Of course, that could be argued. One could say they are crazy for being able to be happy in this type of world. But theyll never be CALLED crazy, at least not by any of you readers or any of the other normals out there. The ones they call crazy are probably the ones with the most sense.
They live in a world that doesnt want to help them. They live in a world that has and will again yank the rug out from under them. They live in a world where information is either denied them, or where its altered and twisted to the point where up is sort of left and down, and right is under your shoe. (Dont ask me where down is.) So they go inward. They talk to themselves. Worried about aggressive motion-sensitive tax-paying cavemen who will lash out at them if they act up, they shuffle slowly and timidly away.
Who can blame them. This place is more fucking nuts than they are.
aspen:
Thank you. That's exactly what I was trying to do. I am not trying to sell his book or anything. I just like having those kinds of conversations. Thanks for getting that. I will try to do more.