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It's Not Dark Yet But It's Getting There
Greetings poetry lovers! So sorry to have been away for so long - and so depressing the last few times I've been here. It's been a wierd 3 years plus ride through the divorce rebuild, joblessness and too much job followed by the numbing depression that, while I'm nothing more than a 52 yr old convenience store hack and wanna be rocker/critic/philosopher it's A) all my fault and b) I'm lucky to be alive and should be happy.
There's that word, should, that psychological bugaboo of expectations both dashed and met. Looking back on the last few decades I can clearly see where I made my mistakes (quitting jobs, drinking/drugging too much, quitting school, 3- count 'em - 3 divorces. A feeble mind toward suicide (the most noble of deaths) but neither the nerve or the commitment neccessary to follow through. So what I've been left with is a mess of my own making, murder in my heart for the world and a clear unwillingness to be happy with what I have.
So, fuck me I guess.
Anyway I've resigned myself to being a miserable creature who does little more than hate w/a capital H, pummeling my new 4 track w/more poorly recorded songs denouncing god, love and the myth of the caring society. Everybody dance. Sounds like fun, right? Believe me it's even less fun living this life than reading about it. Especially when my little tonepoem home has been infested and infected by my self appointed guardian angel/nemesis Jim who feels that all my problems will be fixed if I start to believe in the same invisible man as he does, in the exact same manner.
Bullshit. The more I investigate the reasons behind my lack of exhuberance for life, the more I'm convinced that I'm completely justified in my simmering rage. I have a situational depression: that is, my life actually sucks. But that's all, really. I mean when you really look at it, dear reader, yr life probably sucks too, but as resilient human beings we employ that wonder product of the 20th/21st century, denial. Denial makes the world go 'round right? I mean religion: many deny that killing in a war slips by the 'Thou shalt not kill' commandment. Bullshit. Politically, many (too many if you ask me) are able to listen to our war criminal president w/a straight face. Personally, many turn to the starving of the world, not to regret or heaven forbid attempt to change these sorry states of affairs but to make themselves feel better about their own sad lives. Quiet desperation. Hell, it ain't all that bad Bubba, ya could be a-starving over in that Sudan there etc.
We are, at heart, a selfish species, who invent fatherfigure gods we can pretend to be good persons for, but let me write this out loud: If there were a god, he/she/it/them would wipe us off the face of the planet for our crimes against the same. Much like as Zappa noted once "If yr children ever realized how lame you were, they'd murder you in yr sleep." Go ahead and kill this messenger but violence solves everything and it's always been that way.
Well, I don't feel any better. You?
Maybe next time I'll write about music (I really like Sam's Town by the Killers) but I've still got a lot of crap left. I was gonna delete this blog completely, Jim, because I'm so SICK of finding yr crap here, but the more I though about it, that'd be like letting the terrorists win. And make no mistake, Jim, you and yr religio-fascist ilk are terrorists, forcing yr fantasy upon the masses. Well, I'm sorry Bunky but you fucked w/the wrong freedom fighter this time.
To all the folks still reading this drivel, I love you with all my heart.
Except for you Jim, you can go straight to the hell you invented for all I care.
Honest enough for yr ass, Sparky?
