Luke Skywalker and Gregor Samsa
Eight days into February. What do I have to say for myself? In my defense:
- my bed is very comfortable
- the weed has been dense and plentiful
- i don't trust anybody around here to cut my hair
Those are the facts. That should explain just about everything.
Listen to this: I watched Return of the Jedi last night, for the first time this millennium. And, damn. Luke Skywalker is one cold motherfucker. This is the movie where he enters as a fully-formed badass, robed in black and floating across the screen like a terrible young god, simmering with with icy violence. The movie gets rolling with a bang. Young Skywalker - dismembering dozens of doomed aliens with his space sword while threatening to obliterate anybody else who fucks with him. Ten minutes later, the first section of the movie climaxes with our boy Luke single-handedly immolating hundreds of innocent people. And yet, still, his appetite is not sated. Lord Skywalker demands blood.
Also last night. I read Kafka's "The Metamorphosis." I didn't really get it, other than the feeling that I sympathize with that bloated cockroach. Poor bastard. Those management types saw right through all the cheap virtues that Gregor Samsa was entitled to as a human being. And once he was demoted from manhood and revealed for the scuttling, busybody insect he was, he was doomed. Those dogs will run you over if they can convince themselves that you aren't a human - when you magically lose that basic humanity granted to each and every newborn with two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth.
And that is man's power - the right to smite with impunity, any person or thing who comes between him and his goals. That's manifest destiny, right there in red ink and ozone.
Props to Austin for giving me this mash-up of Snoop Dogg and the Flaming Lips, it basically owns the original Flaming Lips version. You rule, dude.