Thursday, September 30, 2004
optimism (and tom robbins)
Ahh, nothing like the completion of a day. Of course, I only have two day per week, and now they are used up until the first day of the playoffs. So, work completed for the time being, I think it is time to write something a bit more optimistic than my usual bitch session.
My reason d'etre as it were? Tom Robbins. I had never heard of him until about 2 weeks ago, and now I have finished another of his books. The first was "Still Life With Woodpecker" and the second was "Skinny Legs And All." Both were excellanti n terms of plot and characters, but I do not believe that is Mr. Robbins true focus. Despite dealing with the major themes of human existence, what he really writes about is beauty. Beauty gets a bad rap, and an unfair one as a woman's ideal. Men who worry to much over beauty seem to me to be considered effette, if not downright gay. I don't understand for a moment how this happened. Beauty in life is the only thing really worth living for. Everything else is temporary at worst, and ethereal at worst. But beauty? Beauty is the soul. Beauty is every god ever worshipped, wrapped up into one. Beauty has started wars, and the drive to posess it represents all of the best and worst attributes of humanity.
Mostly, I think beauty is whats left when times turn poisonous. Imagine two people talking, imagine them laughing and crying and fighting and making love. Imagine when the good times go, and there is beauty, waiting to be admired. And, getting back to Tom Robbins, there is beauty described and evicted from the darkness and forced into the light. That is why I am grateful for Tom Robbins and his incredibly amazing writing. It is a world of beauty to fall enraptured when there isn't much to see in the world, and that is a good thing.
(post nap)
There always comes a point when knowledge becomes too clear to define, and when the vibe is increasingly dark and painful. Usually, this includes both parties, but it seems far worse and more cruel somehow when its just one. Cold voiced phone calls, being ignored, becoming the object of the joke, that is what hurts. Seems appropriate somehow. Shit, amybe it does go both ways and I am just too blind to see it anymore. Ah well.
Things to keep in mind...."Everybody's Making It Big But Me" by Dr. Hook, and Conch shells and painted sticks. There is magic everywhere....
cf
My reason d'etre as it were? Tom Robbins. I had never heard of him until about 2 weeks ago, and now I have finished another of his books. The first was "Still Life With Woodpecker" and the second was "Skinny Legs And All." Both were excellanti n terms of plot and characters, but I do not believe that is Mr. Robbins true focus. Despite dealing with the major themes of human existence, what he really writes about is beauty. Beauty gets a bad rap, and an unfair one as a woman's ideal. Men who worry to much over beauty seem to me to be considered effette, if not downright gay. I don't understand for a moment how this happened. Beauty in life is the only thing really worth living for. Everything else is temporary at worst, and ethereal at worst. But beauty? Beauty is the soul. Beauty is every god ever worshipped, wrapped up into one. Beauty has started wars, and the drive to posess it represents all of the best and worst attributes of humanity.
Mostly, I think beauty is whats left when times turn poisonous. Imagine two people talking, imagine them laughing and crying and fighting and making love. Imagine when the good times go, and there is beauty, waiting to be admired. And, getting back to Tom Robbins, there is beauty described and evicted from the darkness and forced into the light. That is why I am grateful for Tom Robbins and his incredibly amazing writing. It is a world of beauty to fall enraptured when there isn't much to see in the world, and that is a good thing.
(post nap)
There always comes a point when knowledge becomes too clear to define, and when the vibe is increasingly dark and painful. Usually, this includes both parties, but it seems far worse and more cruel somehow when its just one. Cold voiced phone calls, being ignored, becoming the object of the joke, that is what hurts. Seems appropriate somehow. Shit, amybe it does go both ways and I am just too blind to see it anymore. Ah well.
Things to keep in mind...."Everybody's Making It Big But Me" by Dr. Hook, and Conch shells and painted sticks. There is magic everywhere....
cf
