Tuesday, January 26, 2010

of course. right here.

You made me listen to the bongo-playing fool with whom Terri was speaking, didn't you? You can say, you can even stand up when you say it, that I was the hegemon from the start. That nothing needs to justify me. I've been in your heads for far too long, you think by now I've always been in your heart. It's all control. You'd die to be thus controlled. Rather takes off the responsibility, but this is not the point.

What I called you over here for was: The pain residing at the center, what is that precisely, but a shirt that is only loud if you want to take a look at it: you see others have their fears, and you are caught looking at these spindly -- what are they called again? Investments? Because you couldn't honor them they looked old and worn out, I think that by now you have recognized that there is there is...

there is no one watching after all--the world that all of us have made is already invested in, so if you wanted to tell someone that it's okay to trust one another because we're all carefully thinking about what the other's said...

Go ahead...

Otherwise we suggest you wantonize down here. The seating is best, and only people who know about this fixation of yours with prose...will understand, at best why you speak of aesthetics but more typically---more to be expected by these waifs---that you're always at least slightly upset.

Take on the power struggle. An entire generation hearing about the lack of agency, or the renunciation of silly old views about ideal selfhood, the very stuff that makes such an agency--a warrant--interesting, what gives life to the whole stupid project of living, precisely the illusions we let expand, consume us even, leaving plenty of room---if this is your wont---for mucking about in ideas. And there will be many ideas to really tear it up in. What, Susan, is so bad about mucking about in it? In our town that's muddin, and rare are those whose enthusiasm for cars--for jeeps!--justify the enterprise for their embracing of the absurdity...

"hands off, let's go!"

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