*An Informal Education*
This is one subject they'll never teach at my school. Pitty, it's the only one I like. Just yesturday I realized I had been reading 4 of these suckers at one time, all at diffrent hours of the day for different purposes. Bhagavad-Gita, once at night, once in the morning, to expereince god's thousand hot tongues and hideous wide fangs as a bow wielding warrior. "Le Fleur de Mal," to dissect the pulpy heart of poetry and bathe in its sorcerous blood. Jack Kerouac's "Big Sur," to see my mad crazy beat backpacker trace the signs of his own deterioration. And, Brautigan's "In Watermellon Sugar," a sweet reminder that literature isn't dead. Ah, I parted with two this morning, but managed to pick up a lonely pilgrim not two long ago, both of us on our seperate yet similar journey's down the rocky path of experience. We'll see how it goes.
posted by Chris Fleites @ 11:02 PM
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Well honestly, the day I be rich all ïm going to do is read and write poetry!
Deers*
jejeje funny, mi post de hoy es del guita :P
Idealistically I'd agree with all but the "rich" part. Money should be irrelevant when alls a poem needs is a pinch of wit, one thing that cash can't buy. But, unfortunately, and completely outside the bounds of our control, we are thrust into this world that puts so much value on a valueless scrap of paper. Our survival has become so dependant on money that for most its the only sustaining force behind their lives. We have been placed in a position that out of necessity we are forced to sacrifice our childhood fantasies in order to stuff food in our guts, get a roof over our heads and cover our balls with pretty leafs. One week before i came to school here i was ready to give it all up. I went to mommy and told her that all i wanted to do was sit down and write write write. She said "that's fine Local-Wannabe, you can do whatever you want BUT how are you going to eat, pay rent, buy clothes, support yourself. You're going to have to end up getting a job anyways, probably one that you wont enjoy, and it'll be no different maybe even worse than if you go to school." She told me the same thing you just said "Once you get money you can do whatever you want." I left sad, knowing most dreams die in the pursuit of a career, but i sucked it up and followed her advice. There have been several relapses, several times where I see there's no point to this charade. One week all I did was look for one way tickets to India. And above that every day is a struggle between what I know is right and this prescribed societal falsehood that blinds us with its promises of comfort that are usually never realized. But you know what, before I used to see that battle in my head as a means to depression, a no return ticket to the madness that accompanies living a lie. Now its different. Now its a continual reminder that despite this personal hiatus, my dreams refuse to die. Those books right there (and that little yellow pad) are the only things keeping my childhood fire alive in this idiotic adult world run by those so out of touch with anything but themselves that they'd sell their souls for a green piece of paper. Unless there's a show about lava (or south park once in a while) I hardly ever watch television. It's the price I pay for wanting to read and find god and all that fun stuff. But one time I managed to catch a glimpse of a show with a Great White shark relentlessly pursuing a scrap of meat. That blood makes those sharks crazy, even from miles away. So I ask my roomate, "hey, do you think there's anything that makes us humans as crazy as those sharks?" He didn't know. A few days later it hit me: "MONEY." Time is very short, but we do waste alot of it sitting around picking our peckers waiting for high glory to shower down from the sky when its actually us who gotta go find high glory for ourselves. The good thing though, is that great things can be accomplished even with the smallest amount of time, even 10 or 5 minutes. Try dedicating just a fraction of the day towards building a relationship with something you enjoy. The rewards, though useless in getting a job or putting food on the table, will be infinite in keeping that spirit alive. Emmm... what else... if books is your thing and you're having trouble comming across them try the library, or in amazon they always have them for pretty cheap under the "used" section (where i get most of mine it turns out shipping is more than the book itself). But the best place to get a book is to share with with your firends, then you not only get a novel experience, but a completely different perspective on one thing... ah, now imma shut my trap and go back to lyin' to myself and the world for a bit...peace
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to find god u don't have to go to a mountain or a cave. para algo nacimos donde nacimos. :)
...definitely, i'd love to meet one of your instructors (though i'm not really sure exactly what he/she is an instructor of)...I've always known that you don't have to go to a mountain or a cave (though it'd be pretty fukin awsome waking up to the mouth of the world peering at your face every morning), but one thing is knowing and the other is experiencing, as you probably already know there's a world of difference in knowing what's right and doing what's right, a couple of months ago is when that transformation began occuring in me gullywuts, when i started putting all these wonderful things i've been learning about into practice and feeling their quaint majesty unfold right before my very brow, ah that thing you can't put into words, that thing rolling me around the blue rug every morning searching for angels, what can i say, i'm in love...btw, thanks for the idea...
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