Verbal dress rehearsal
It is something epic, sad, not maudlin, which means whiny and sympathy seeking, no not that, and it would shatter illusions for those who'd get it, it would crush those who cling to the status quo, of anything sacred and cannot imagine that the sacred isn't immediately understandable to everyone, they think that people don't believe out of willfulness.
It is not just a domestic debacle, it's also a global debacle, of a mass blindness, it is rage that is sustained over the coarse of a whole and full life, it is being focused ever on a single point, which is like a noose which will eventually be your own demise, it is loving your own fate, it is never getting through to those closest, and getting through partially to those on the other side of the world.
It is poetic storytelling, usually in tragedy, it is scathing cyanide laced dialogue, it is no easy answers, it is humans writhing and scratching like hell at the air, how others are naturally and how precisely that spells out a hellish existence.
The one thing that gives that person I live with hope and meaning is the thing that perpetuates his struggles, it is not being allowed to speak an ounce of truth, for then if it actually went through, he'd lose all hope, he'd have zero meaning.
The ability to live without that sort of hope and meaning is to see it itself as the most insinuating poison, the most hideous screwed up system of teaching, that actually offers nothing but verbal shadows that have no substance.
So where does such a one go for succor, how do they value life, is art, and philosophy has never meant anything?
So I simply have what I like and value play on the tv and listen to great literature while in his sad and pathetic presence, this painful human being that is diametrically opposed to everything I value, and it's not that i'm forcing anything on him the film is on a low volume, nothing too extreme visually, characters in it do speak the truth to each other, something that is not allowed in this putrid disgusting reality, where pie in the sky sentiments is touted as an ultimate reality, and when its not that is whine whine whine, like if you think i'm whining here, you ain't heard nuttin' yet,
and all my efforts will fail, no chance in heck for anything coming from me to be effective, and not should it, and not would I wish it to be for anyone in my real life, I'd have to live with the consequences.
SW is where I can attempt like in a dress rehearsal for putting frustration into words. If I could in fact put it into words, I'd save it memorize it and then at the perfect moment shout it, and then watch everything crumble in fast forward.
Is this dramatic? Then it's a failed attempt, what it's effect would be would be seeing all differently, having an actual changed point of view, having it all altered, and that is why it'll never work, for no one is swayed by words alone. Actions speak louder.
It is not just a domestic debacle, it's also a global debacle, of a mass blindness, it is rage that is sustained over the coarse of a whole and full life, it is being focused ever on a single point, which is like a noose which will eventually be your own demise, it is loving your own fate, it is never getting through to those closest, and getting through partially to those on the other side of the world.
It is poetic storytelling, usually in tragedy, it is scathing cyanide laced dialogue, it is no easy answers, it is humans writhing and scratching like hell at the air, how others are naturally and how precisely that spells out a hellish existence.
The one thing that gives that person I live with hope and meaning is the thing that perpetuates his struggles, it is not being allowed to speak an ounce of truth, for then if it actually went through, he'd lose all hope, he'd have zero meaning.
The ability to live without that sort of hope and meaning is to see it itself as the most insinuating poison, the most hideous screwed up system of teaching, that actually offers nothing but verbal shadows that have no substance.
So where does such a one go for succor, how do they value life, is art, and philosophy has never meant anything?
So I simply have what I like and value play on the tv and listen to great literature while in his sad and pathetic presence, this painful human being that is diametrically opposed to everything I value, and it's not that i'm forcing anything on him the film is on a low volume, nothing too extreme visually, characters in it do speak the truth to each other, something that is not allowed in this putrid disgusting reality, where pie in the sky sentiments is touted as an ultimate reality, and when its not that is whine whine whine, like if you think i'm whining here, you ain't heard nuttin' yet,
and all my efforts will fail, no chance in heck for anything coming from me to be effective, and not should it, and not would I wish it to be for anyone in my real life, I'd have to live with the consequences.
SW is where I can attempt like in a dress rehearsal for putting frustration into words. If I could in fact put it into words, I'd save it memorize it and then at the perfect moment shout it, and then watch everything crumble in fast forward.
Is this dramatic? Then it's a failed attempt, what it's effect would be would be seeing all differently, having an actual changed point of view, having it all altered, and that is why it'll never work, for no one is swayed by words alone. Actions speak louder.
46-50, M