Childless weirdos
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Childless weirdos
This probably fits here on the creative board "like a pearl onion on a banana split"
But every once in a while my ego needs a little boost. My ego is a 98 pound weakling but my Super Ego is a mutha fukkah
When Jack Kerouac was forty years younger than I am now he spoke of the forlorn rags of old age. Jack Kerouac was a saint. For all his sins he was still a saint.
I have outlived him by twenty years. Why?
But every once in a while my ego needs a little boost. My ego is a 98 pound weakling but my Super Ego is a mutha fukkah
When Jack Kerouac was forty years younger than I am now he spoke of the forlorn rags of old age. Jack Kerouac was a saint. For all his sins he was still a saint.
I have outlived him by twenty years. Why?
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I never made many choices, I was so caught up in life I just drifted along with the tide. I could not even choose a major in college.
I thought I chose a woman once.
I once was blind but now I see
I am flotsam in the eddies of the space time continuum
So now I am rubbing my eyes like Rip Van Winkle
asking what time is it.
But I am grateful I have not lost my sense of humor.
"the end is the begining"
I thought I chose a woman once.
I once was blind but now I see
I am flotsam in the eddies of the space time continuum
So now I am rubbing my eyes like Rip Van Winkle
asking what time is it.
But I am grateful I have not lost my sense of humor.
"the end is the begining"
not committing suicide is a choice
not making a choice is also a choice
it always comes down to that word. choice
don't wave the importance of your life away because it looks insignificant to you from where you sit, jack. you have made a difference (and are still doing that) just because you exist. you matter.
reflection can be a bitch sometimes, yes?
ps. you make me grin a lot jack. and sometimes when i wish i didn't post a poem, you make me glad that i did. thank you.
pps. your last reply will make the people who read this thread sit up too and say..."what time is it?" (...maybe not a banana split, but definitely a pearl)
not making a choice is also a choice
it always comes down to that word. choice
don't wave the importance of your life away because it looks insignificant to you from where you sit, jack. you have made a difference (and are still doing that) just because you exist. you matter.
reflection can be a bitch sometimes, yes?
ps. you make me grin a lot jack. and sometimes when i wish i didn't post a poem, you make me glad that i did. thank you.
pps. your last reply will make the people who read this thread sit up too and say..."what time is it?" (...maybe not a banana split, but definitely a pearl)
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There must be something to free will and choices. Why else would people spend billions of dollars on adverstising to get us to buy their stuff?
How many of the choices I have made were truly conscious. I ask myself.
This is nostalgia and sentimentality and egoism. All that matters to me is how my life unfolds from this moment forward.
I tried suicide once when I was eight years old. I guess Camus would say I was a precocious child.
I hope I can hang on another thirty years.
98 sounds like a good age to die.
How many of the choices I have made were truly conscious. I ask myself.
At that time almost no one had yet had the experience of enlightened false consciousness, the utter boredom of those who have lived past the end of life and can only in their rightness repeat themselves endlessly and deathfully. Stein recognized the onset of enlightened false consciousness in herself and turned from it.
William James had taught her to keep an open mind. Stein saw that to do so, however, she would have to keep an open mind even about keeping an open mind…
The poetics of the common knowledge
This is nostalgia and sentimentality and egoism. All that matters to me is how my life unfolds from this moment forward.
I tried suicide once when I was eight years old. I guess Camus would say I was a precocious child.
I hope I can hang on another thirty years.
98 sounds like a good age to die.
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