the Future
Four hundred years ago I was writing a very important paper about theater and directing, it was finally coming together, all these words were simply in the wrong order, the truth was inside them. I turned it in on Thursday afternoon and didn't feel that triumphant again until this January when tEEth won $10,000. Triumph needs so much heart. Victory a situation, elation a response; triumph a vindication.
Now like a high score on a pinball machine triumph has become contextualized. Because writing my thesis no one had ever done anything like it. The thesis tower had only as much history in it as the graffiti in the pool hall. The college existed so that I could write this paper and turn it in. Of course a couple hundred of my friends were doing the same thing, someone had to pay for my room.
Two hundred years ago I was about to leave Chicago, playing in a circus band and putting things carefully in order before boxes. I was only going away for the summer, I didn't want to lose everything. I didn't leave anything I couldn't lose in Chicago which worked out. Now I have new boxes of valuable items. I want to give them away but no one wants them and it pains me to create trash.
Last Sunday talked with one of Portland's leading contemporary choreographers about the great blindness of young art, which pretends that everything it doesn't see doesn't exist. This is why it can walk through walls that aren't there, why it too often crawls in ditches and describes the dirt. We didn't have a chance to talk about the joy of young art, perhaps next time.
The Earth was only created so I could have realizations and write about them. Just as Sunday was only created because Monday kept coming around too quickly. The other days have always existed in the same order except in Soviet Russia, where they lost ten days a month. The Spanish melted all Incan artifacts into precious metal. The chief remnants of the Incans are stone.
Now like a high score on a pinball machine triumph has become contextualized. Because writing my thesis no one had ever done anything like it. The thesis tower had only as much history in it as the graffiti in the pool hall. The college existed so that I could write this paper and turn it in. Of course a couple hundred of my friends were doing the same thing, someone had to pay for my room.
Two hundred years ago I was about to leave Chicago, playing in a circus band and putting things carefully in order before boxes. I was only going away for the summer, I didn't want to lose everything. I didn't leave anything I couldn't lose in Chicago which worked out. Now I have new boxes of valuable items. I want to give them away but no one wants them and it pains me to create trash.
Last Sunday talked with one of Portland's leading contemporary choreographers about the great blindness of young art, which pretends that everything it doesn't see doesn't exist. This is why it can walk through walls that aren't there, why it too often crawls in ditches and describes the dirt. We didn't have a chance to talk about the joy of young art, perhaps next time.
The Earth was only created so I could have realizations and write about them. Just as Sunday was only created because Monday kept coming around too quickly. The other days have always existed in the same order except in Soviet Russia, where they lost ten days a month. The Spanish melted all Incan artifacts into precious metal. The chief remnants of the Incans are stone.