aged six, got hit by a swing,
rushed to hospital,
now have a kippah-scar
when the monk resides...
it just gets boring after a while, when too many people try
to **** you, and there's no Golgotha theatre to make
all the necessary requests for kneeling worshippers...
well...
you soon realise that you sometimes
get to worship a god by drinking
a glass of water...
and with that argument: ex nihil...
i thought that black holes were nothing,
but apparently they're not
nothing after all...
i have no concept of nothing,
i see too many things...
nothing is harder to conceptualise than
a deity,
but this is the boring bit,
i mean: religiousness has to involve
a group of people,
a communal meaning...
being given this multi-diadem lottery
ticket and then asking the right question
is not really the only approach,
i guess walking past a few evergreen shrubs
and sticking your nose into them
(i wish i stashed my entire head in them)
to get the scent...
atmosphere, and how there's a need for
scent,
lavendar, evergreen shrubs...
and it has been valentine's day, right?
all the urban people must have been busy
under the guise of the cupid called cliché...
in local news:
passing an indian restaurant with five beers
i spotted only 2 couples... only *2 couples
celebrating the whole point of having
anniversaries and days that could be considered
worth having...
i'd feel happier if Hemingway didn't commit
suicide...
but i'm happy that he invented
the cocktail: death in the afternoon...
a shot of absinthe in a champagne flute...
tried it once, knocked me out straight...
but there is something, really bugging me,
i'd love to have had an honest relationship
with women, i.e. the honesty concerning money...
just talking about it...
it's no wonder we were given
toys as children and sometimes having to share
them...
i never had an honest conversation
with a woman about money,
count prostitutes out of it...
no money at the beginning of a conversation:
no honey...
maybe that's why it is so complicated
about talking about money,
how it: suddenly "kills" the romance...
i can think of better ways of killing
a romance... e.g. reading heidegger's
"aphorism" no. 159...
that's really killing it...
money and romance...
no money and a familial affair of tribalism...
i'd like to meet a few Aztec
and ask them why they kept so much
useless mineral resource until
the European Smaug came...
and settled...
and why the schizophrenia of the american
content is english up north, spanish down south...
ok... "exactness": a bit of french land and english
up north, a large chunk of portugese and spanish
down south...
i left the house today hearing
the most amazing conversation between a man
and a woman... they were talking about money...
and how they'd juggle the accounts
and pay for the roof...
it was so nice hearing a man and a woman
talking about money without either
pretending to be a thief, and the other a king
or queen...
when two people meet god is hardly
the difficulty to be managed,
people can enter relationships from a variety
of backgrounds, one kneels periodically every
sunday, the other jokes about it...
but money is the hardest obstacle to synchronise
between two people...
it would have been nice to have written that
sort of symphony with someone...
but when you're in a relationship with a woman
and there's a money "issue"?
that's harder than keeping a dialectical argument
solo about god...
from an early age i was told that money
was the root of all evil, that it displaced people,
that it transvaluated all values...
well... it sorta did,
let's try toi engage atheists in talking about
the concept of money, past all economic theories
like past all theological theories...
it would be easier to talk to them
about that thing that never seems to disappear
then about a deity...
question is: at what point will the argument
become considered too "infantile"?
when we consider money to be a concept
that could be translated as an element akin to earth
and the earthquake of the great depression in the 1930s
that no one could prevent?
or the Amazonian offshoots of the last remaining
tribes without the concept walking
into a house?
and i thought: when was the last time people
used hard cash, and didn't buy on credit
and didn't turn gold in plastic?
fervently, i believe that money had a real
place in the world, i honestly do,
even though i abhorred wearing rings
or necklaces, and that i didn't have the capacity
in me to not say: red is red, blue is blue...
a chicken is worth more to me than a slab of gold...
and this ties in with the ancient pagan practice
of paying the ferryman across the Styx,
χαρoν / καρoν - (depending how you like to say it,
****! a choice! quick! make it!)
how they placed two coins on the burial body,
nowhere else than on the eyes,
not in their hands... on their eyes...
i just think there's more to it than the myth of the Styx,
even though i like the myth, i like the storytelling
aspect of it... something we could have engaged with,
in those days, when people reached old age,
they discovered philosophy, and mythology,
that's what they gave us,
now... oh! it hurts!
just talk of ailments...
most people living to old age would have made more
sense having lived in ancient times,
when the really strong lived to old age
and could invent philosophy and a timescale
anti, completely anti-scientific, i.e. mythological...
and that's the sad truth...
it's almost as if the young these days have to take
to the reins, and utter some very unfathomable stances...
so if they didn't place the coins for χαρoν in their hands
(as money is usually passed that way) - why
place them on the eyes, if not merely to state:
let us see beyond the concept of money
in the afterlife...
i can't see a reason for it...
that's what the ancients said,
when the concept of money was precious,
akin to diamonds, gold...
i think the concept is exhausting itself...
why do so many people fall into dept,
they're hardly dealing with hard-money,
in urban areas i mean, at the high-end of society...
gone is the joke: how was copper wire invented?
two scots pulling a penny apart...
at what point does this all become: delusional?
infantile?
even as Ezra pointed out: usury...
or the fake exponential quality of being lent this
abstract thing that later translates into
concrete things like: a baker provides bread
in a supermarket... a butcher some meat...
the apple farmer apples... and civilisation is built...
nothing familial being established...
and how the concept of family is now abhorred...
and how we only created money to give no
better idea of procreation... but the objective-unconscious
focus on mere numbers... being as they are...
without money there would be no
sad story... but there wouldn't be this number
of us...
i don't know at what precise point
i'm going to feed the seven pages of civiliation
(they were once called the cardinal sins) -
how can i feel pride for this fact? how can i drop
into a cest pit of gluttony?
oddly enough: drinking excessive is by comparison
a virtue... but it can rarely involve a lot
of people... oh look... here comes the pompous cannabis
crowd... the the m.d.m.a. freaks...
poncy buggers...
i have for that matter,
an experience of driving in a fiat 126 P,
and a ford mondeo, and a fiat cinquecento,
one of them would fit into a cadillac, no problem,
there! yonder! america and its size-complex!
just hearing a man and woman talking about
money so frankly, ah...
romeo and juliet and *******...
if you can be honest about money,
you sorta never have this desire to be dishonest
in the emotional life...
and cheat, e.g.,
money isn't exactly a nice topic on the ground,
in the trenches of life... it's hardly an economic theory
for the highbrow talks at university...
but at least both parties are agreed that
money is real, and like a philosopher's stone,
it turns all subjects into a tapeworm of needs...
take a penny and with your index and thumb press
it against every single thing in the whole wide world...
like a magic wand, it changes every single thing
into, that common motto: beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
or a flea market: one man's clutter, another's treasure trove.
nietzsche didn't write the transvaluation of all values
because it would have been
a book, with only one word in it:
money.
i know he's dead and there are many biographies,
but all of them are wrong,
it wasn't the end of his relantionship with
lou salomé, how she ran off after the mengage troi
ended with Rée... she ran off with Rilke after that,
and god knows who else...
it just so happens that i'll state his motto:
poets act shamelessly toward their experiences...
they exploit them...
he did see a *******, and so did i...
eventually prostitutes are like dentists or doctors...
dealing with the heart bit...
what broke Nietzsche was the book title...
and the one word answer -
all the rest of it is *******...
yes: because it's such an infantile
consideration to understand the basics of our lives.
so considering the beginning that's completely
unrelated to the end...
people started, really, really boring me...
in that they made so many attempts to get
rid off me... and that i'm still here...
and within the groundwork of the only
pragmatism left in me... laughing at them.