y'all can't all be wrong: SOTW Vol 13: Thirteen Is A Perfect Time To Write A Train Wreck, But Dance Goddamnit Anyway

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[2003 September 25 @ 03:41 AM]

SOTW Vol 13: Thirteen Is A Perfect Time To Write A Train Wreck, But Dance Goddamnit Anyway

Artist: Mitsou
Song: A Funny Place (The World Is)
Album: Mitsou
Year: 1992

Writing instead of zzzing -- so what, you know? Maybe I'll over-sleep and get fired? I do want fries with that. Why the fuck not? Fucknot. What a waste of a mind and I'm not even wasted. Waist of a mind -- I like that better. Hmmm, I'm writing ycabw Vic Ferrari but the plan was to write a new Song Of The Week. If you take a big enough bong hit you can stay stoned the remainder of your life. It's true.

Half of the people are stoned and the other half are waiting for the next election
Half of the people are drowning and the other half are swimming in the wrong direction
-- Paul Simon gifting words to Leonard Bernstein (It's also true)

I bat wisdom around like it's my cats' toys: no reverence and major denial of actuality. Eh, wisdom, philosophy, and insights. Meaningless! Yes, Solomon, meaningless (I can do it effectively too). Arrangement of words, so passé. The only philosophy worth living is the philosophy of an empty mind, but if you're looking for sugar and want quotes, chomp into this caramel apple of endless quotes. Quote after words after quote after words after quote. Why are you reading this? Why am I writing this? There's so much weakness in the human condition of talking solely to comfort our lonely souls (most people know it as bullshitting).

Jen once asked me if I was ever happy (under the guise of asking me, "When is the last time that you felt alive. Really alive."). Alive, me? Yes. On travel-trips that spread me thin and push me to find perspective. That and listening to Ivan Doroschuk. Especially when he's telling me "the world is a funny place." Funny indeed -- corporate climbers take heed. Sharing a meal with a good friend is pretty stellar too. Writing without any form cracks me up and almost makes me feel alive. Although, I'll wake up and hate my writing in the morning and maybe I'll work at hating every moment in between. It's the sick mind, the idealist. But even in the martyred hell that I've ascribed to my brain, if you can't get up and dance to Mitsou's take on Ivan Doroschuk's A Funny Place (Song Of The Week Volume 13) -- well, think of it this way, "your friends (probably) don't dance, and if they don't dance, they're no friends of mine."

Grumpy forever, but alive all the time. Peace, TQ

Comments

This reminds me of conceptual aritist, On Kawara, who sent daily postcards stating the date and "I am still alive."

Posted by: jill @ September 25, 2003 10:29 AM

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