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Nov 02, 2005 17:20

I've decided I'm going to write a novel. I figure if I write a little bit everyday then I can have a decent amount by the summer and then spend it working on completing it while working and not spending any money. (Note; the lack of money spending will only continue for as long as I have no money. Once I do, I will probably buy some CDs and the like) My poetry seems to be coming back to me. I didn't have so much of a writer's block as a subject block. I couldn't find something decent to write about. Now I'm sure this sounds like such pretension reigning over my work but really it's not. I just can't bring myself to enjpy poorly written anti-war poems anymore, and writing them at this point seems pointless, but I don't stop. It's like Vonnegut--he knew that an anti-war novel was pointless but he wrote Slaughter-House Five anyway.

Being a Philosophy major hurts--you must surrender any idea that you know anything, as even the idea of knowledge becomes something your mind can't really make concrete. There are no real solutions because philosophy lives in utopia rather than in reality. Its very frustrating to deal in a discipline which has implications that only go into the theoretical idea if what should be done. People should die because the environment will die otherwise. I agree. But as soon as you mention genocide its a problem. You'd prefer the slow starvation of the poor because let's face it the poor are the ones who starve.

"Well it's all theoretical"

Stop fucking talking about theories that you think are valid if you can't deal with the real implications behind them.

Apologies to anyone who thinks I've fucking lost it. Comment dit-on 'Crazy Fuck'?

P.S Way to go Chicago White Sox.
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