wierd wierd people out and about
when i got off of the MARTA...i was walking home...and i saw this thick padded envelope nailed to a telephone pole with the address on it..."Fr: I(whoever I am) To: You(whoever you are)"...so of course i had to tear it down and see what was inside...theres this...uummm...letter??? in it...along with 2 dollars
someone took the time to write all this down in not necessarily "calligraphy" but some other style of writing that obviously took them a while...and ive never seen anything like this...so i dont know what to think about it...other than "crazy crazy
CRAZY...
this is that letter...
"Dear whomever you may be,
I address this, our first & last correspondence as just I have, because I do not know at all who you are. I feel the need, and this is all I know, to attempt the creation & destruction of beauty all at once. You hold in your hands lover, miracle of meat & spirit, fellow human, my toothy anguished joyous howl in the face of doom. This is a mandala, I have made no record or duplicate. I hurl this like metal junk into the cavern of your heart with desperate beautiful foolish & hope that it will strike a spark there, illuminating you this simple moment.
I want desperately you to taste my blood. Swallow my heart. Grant me the love I have granted you unknowingly; let us, in our anonymity be joined & mutually blessed. Gods, though imaginary, creating one another, and in the blessing of total omniscient sight that we have invented, let us become real; for who is real that is all unseen. Untasted fruit rots. I make you real. Here, you, person standing in, like a personal post-modern messiah, for the generality of all persons. Know that I have loved you deeply & truly. Take these words as proof of it. Believe. Know that I have wept all the tears of a nihilist understood as I have written you.
This is not art, it is magicless prayer.
Know that every time I pass pocked & rusted-scaled pole you have found this fastened to I will touch it like a lovers lip & pray a silent prayer to whatever god or whatever thing you find most true. Think of me also.
Utter a prayer to the unknowably vast gorgeousness & horror of the entire earth & the vaster universe. Pray that I have come to a productive peace within it, like a fruit tree in the ground. Pray that I have come to love both my separateness and my oneness as a being in the world. And pray, I pray, that I will die fulfilled, knowing that I have met my self-created purpose for my life, to make others believe in the beauty & worthwhileness of the world & life in it, in a way that does not deny its horrors.
Yours so truly,
X"
i didnt know what to do with that...so i kept it...and used the money to get an order of fries at the zestos...thanks freaky person...thumbs up to your insane self
someone took the time to write all this down in not necessarily "calligraphy" but some other style of writing that obviously took them a while...and ive never seen anything like this...so i dont know what to think about it...other than "crazy crazy
CRAZY...
this is that letter...
"Dear whomever you may be,
I address this, our first & last correspondence as just I have, because I do not know at all who you are. I feel the need, and this is all I know, to attempt the creation & destruction of beauty all at once. You hold in your hands lover, miracle of meat & spirit, fellow human, my toothy anguished joyous howl in the face of doom. This is a mandala, I have made no record or duplicate. I hurl this like metal junk into the cavern of your heart with desperate beautiful foolish & hope that it will strike a spark there, illuminating you this simple moment.
I want desperately you to taste my blood. Swallow my heart. Grant me the love I have granted you unknowingly; let us, in our anonymity be joined & mutually blessed. Gods, though imaginary, creating one another, and in the blessing of total omniscient sight that we have invented, let us become real; for who is real that is all unseen. Untasted fruit rots. I make you real. Here, you, person standing in, like a personal post-modern messiah, for the generality of all persons. Know that I have loved you deeply & truly. Take these words as proof of it. Believe. Know that I have wept all the tears of a nihilist understood as I have written you.
This is not art, it is magicless prayer.
Know that every time I pass pocked & rusted-scaled pole you have found this fastened to I will touch it like a lovers lip & pray a silent prayer to whatever god or whatever thing you find most true. Think of me also.
Utter a prayer to the unknowably vast gorgeousness & horror of the entire earth & the vaster universe. Pray that I have come to a productive peace within it, like a fruit tree in the ground. Pray that I have come to love both my separateness and my oneness as a being in the world. And pray, I pray, that I will die fulfilled, knowing that I have met my self-created purpose for my life, to make others believe in the beauty & worthwhileness of the world & life in it, in a way that does not deny its horrors.
Yours so truly,
X"
i didnt know what to do with that...so i kept it...and used the money to get an order of fries at the zestos...thanks freaky person...thumbs up to your insane self