Saturday, October 15. 2011
How the Mighty Might Fall
This time, it's different. It's not only the youth. It's not only the left. It's not only the poor. Suddenly, hardly unexpectedly, just about everyone is outraged that there are the few who live from and make money out of the many. No longer, no more. They come and shout, or they come gloomy and silently with their banners, they stand or walk, in sunshine or rain, but they come and they talk and demand. It's begun.
© 2011
© 2011
Thursday, October 6. 2011
The Sweater Itch
It's just not fair. For years, no one dared to cross the line and say anything against the show or its protagonists. On the contrary, people used to cling to their TV sets, whenever it or one of its early reruns where broadcast. Then, all of a sudden, with one silly little phrase by Nick Hornby (which was, admittedly, really funny) times changed. Cosby was out.
Merely reduced to ridicule, the sweater, once worn or even knitted and worn by just about everyone, became a symbol for dullness and the petit bourgeois himself, small-minded and insular.
But it's not fair. We all have developed since back then. We all took off the jumpers and reached out to highspeed internet and microfibre. And so would have Cosby, if the show had continued to the very day. Back then it was actually something new. And we need not deny that we might have enjoyed it - in those good old times. Do the maths, folks!
© 2011
The Maths
Merely reduced to ridicule, the sweater, once worn or even knitted and worn by just about everyone, became a symbol for dullness and the petit bourgeois himself, small-minded and insular.
But it's not fair. We all have developed since back then. We all took off the jumpers and reached out to highspeed internet and microfibre. And so would have Cosby, if the show had continued to the very day. Back then it was actually something new. And we need not deny that we might have enjoyed it - in those good old times. Do the maths, folks!
© 2011
The Maths
Thursday, July 28. 2011
Further Reading
Thursday, July 7. 2011
Placed, for once
A friend keeps telling me that my kind of verse is much more emotion than meaning, and I guess he is perfectly right. In order to save myself from ridicule, I have found an explanation that proudly allows me to keep my conduct - which is a necessity anyway.
In Paul Auster's wiki biography it says "(...) we enter the world through words. We observe the world through our senses but the world we sense is structured (i.e. mediated) in our mind through language. Thus our subconscious is also structured as a language. This leaves us with a sense of anomaly. We can only perceive the world through language, but we have the feeling of something missing. This is the sense of being outside language. The world can only be constructed through language but it always leaves something uncovered, something that cannot be told or be thought of, it can only be sensed."
Well, there we are. My answer is emotion. Poured out in words. And there is no need to understand them. Feel them. Despite the anomaly.
In Paul Auster's wiki biography it says "(...) we enter the world through words. We observe the world through our senses but the world we sense is structured (i.e. mediated) in our mind through language. Thus our subconscious is also structured as a language. This leaves us with a sense of anomaly. We can only perceive the world through language, but we have the feeling of something missing. This is the sense of being outside language. The world can only be constructed through language but it always leaves something uncovered, something that cannot be told or be thought of, it can only be sensed."
Well, there we are. My answer is emotion. Poured out in words. And there is no need to understand them. Feel them. Despite the anomaly.
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