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“The Tourist” – by Ray Davies – from Other People Lives.
Wrong map. Wrong destination. Dystopian floating cities on the Desolation Road to the Mud Ball
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We all make this mistake until we learn to tell the difference.
We imagine that the Map is “the truth” – and do not allow for possible changes that may have occurred since it was drawn.
We like to believe that people stay the same – even though experience and time will have changed them.
We hastily read the instructions on the bottle – without finding out what the two words that we did not understand, actually mean.
It is a testimonial. A testimonial in the form of a diary :: a diary presented
as an exhibition of photos and textual material. A text that is of a statement,
supported by photographic evidence – of all kinds and types. A photographic
library, described as annotations. Extracts from letters written to you.
Extracts from letters you wrote to me. About the Love In My Life, My life
of love and loving. And my life of you that loved me – in spite of my own
arrogant stupidity, And, of which I have so much to owe to that one particular
Isis who brought me to Life, with her one single kiss.
I think to myself: “Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws’.
If I could only satisfy my desire to look upon this race of toads, lizards and vipers as my equals, it would be at least a consolation to me.
It is a theme of encapsulated moments – like Chinese boxes, each inside
one a little larger...
The world contains a life, which itself contains a story.
The story contains dreams, predictions that came true, as well as those that failed. Detailed accounts. Accounts of imagination. Imagined outcomes. And outcomes resolved in reality’s harsh Light of the World – which cannot its-self contain these, for they appear to be too fantastical –
But Jokesters are all thru’ when they find themselves talking about challenges so real and immediate and appalling to their listeners, that no amount of laughter can make their listeners feel safe and perfectly well again. I have found myself doing this on several occasions. Not that I had enjoyed it at all, and yet I was there doing that .
A shock of recognition. And all “In the Frame” where I was just wondering out aloud, for instance. And all I might be talking about was how you might be screwing a person in the same way that your society was screwing the planet.
But then, to cap it all I patented Circular Irony.
You - of all people will remember that young boy from your skin close youth - and thus, in this manner prompting in my audience, a Shock of Recognition, like an aesthetic purging of the emotions by some Alienated Majesty, or even some Alien Dignitary.
Someday I’ll Find My Way Home.
“Unhappiness is the state which occurs in the human when wants and desires
are not fulfilled”.
Life In My Fathers House
Then I had you, as my Andromeda, on that rock of out in the secret Eden green fields of our youth, my sweet olive. . .
The world is the same in a relative way. . . but we’re older
I dreamed you. I dreamed you so much – you saturated my life, facets of you pervading all of those other you’s. Out of the Stars, Like Dust You surround me.
I became a Celebrity. That is, I became well known – because I was well known. My sharp wit and spontaneity in Conversation!:: created the space I needed when I showed that A Dragon Makes Its Own Jokes.
Questions of science. Science of progress. . . what comes to mind is a line from Friedrich Nietzsche, in his "Thus Spoke Zarathustra":
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