It's been so long since I've posted anything of substance that I've basically forgotten how to do this. HOW DO I EVEN LIVEJOURNAL. So I'm just going to type and see what comes out, and then post it and then feel awful about it for a while and be avoidant about looking at the comments and oh you know how it goes
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It's always a kind of injury, love, but sometimes a wonderful one. It's sickening to see the internet has shit over language; rolling news shit over the enlightenment; Dawkins, Churchland and their ilk shit over humanism; imported, positivist, legalistic neo-calvinism shit over religion; the left and right conspiring to shit over mercy; medium-equivalantism shit over literature; imported individualist liberation libertarianism shit over shared ecstasy and the collective unconscious ( ... )
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I wish I could talk to you properly some time. You make so much sense of things and it feels so much more... authentic? [not sure what the word I'm looking for is but that's close enough for this time of night] ... than when I try. :-}
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(Actually being Hamlet would not strike me as that appealing, either, even if it would let you counterblast Prufrock most effectively.)
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I can't think of anybody in Hamlet who I'd actually want to be, though solving that question ("where can we live but Hamlet?") reminded me to dig out my tape of "Valtemand and Cornelius are Not Well At All", which it turns out is not what it says on the tin, because at some point I taped over it with "All That Fall".
So, anyway, I had a new year's resolution to actually try to reply to email rather than being chronically cowardly about post-awkwardness un-awkwardifying, but I seem not to have managed it yet. Maybe this will help chip away at a bit of the ice? I'm sorry I am rubbish. :-/
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Good to see you back.
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It's not just the longformness, though, it's the picturelessness, the adfreeness, the weird obsessiveness, the actually-made-of-people-ness. All that seems to have gone underground. I guess, being of the badgery persuasion, I should just start digging.
I had a look at one of those old newsgroups (yes, that one) for the first time in ages, the other day. It's still going.
*hug*
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All this, and our own peculiar social sett.
And *that* group? Every few years I look in on it, recognise a few familiar faces - with dismay: "You're *still* here?" - and move on, silently. The handle I had in those days is long gone, deleted and purged... And recycled by some clever young man who will be terribly, terribly embarrassed when he discovers the baggage attached to 'his' rather dated name. It's actually more embarrassing, not less, that some of it is quite well-written, orang-utans in ill-fitting shirts and all.
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