(no subject)
To begin with, I have been moving through time passively. I return to passivity after short but strong bursts of outrage and indignation. After vitality extinguishes like a fire that has consumed the little oxygen around it and must go out. If it were not for this I would think it improper to look at myself as an American in the cultural sense.
My eyes roll back into my skull and my mouth froths like an epileptic because my brain cannot lay hold of why "our condition" is even permitted.
My finger slowly moves over Anarchist liturature daily. Antonio Negri, Howard Zinn,and Noam Chomsky. I see a blueprint for the world as I would like to have it, but struggle in making myself part of this creation of such a world. I write for myself in order to clear up the details or simply to write for writings sake. All of this without an audience and for no audience......I find myself being the spectator I wish not to be.
I do not yet know how to move in a truly useful manner that is.
How does the seedling break forth form its dark hole in the earth?
My eyes roll back into my skull and my mouth froths like an epileptic because my brain cannot lay hold of why "our condition" is even permitted.
My finger slowly moves over Anarchist liturature daily. Antonio Negri, Howard Zinn,and Noam Chomsky. I see a blueprint for the world as I would like to have it, but struggle in making myself part of this creation of such a world. I write for myself in order to clear up the details or simply to write for writings sake. All of this without an audience and for no audience......I find myself being the spectator I wish not to be.
I do not yet know how to move in a truly useful manner that is.
How does the seedling break forth form its dark hole in the earth?