woolf, chomsky and i are actually the same person
i always find interesting parallels between the the words of those i read and words and thoughts of myself. i think it's called relating and it makes me feel good...connected
these recent examples are uncanny! (i wrote these things before i started both books...i don't nearly compare to either)
example 1
Jackie Wang, Stuck Inside Your Head zine/letter to Austin
sometimes i forget that life, in its most primitive form, existed without everything around me. that all my anxieties are just constructs. greed, materialism and the prospect of failing just diverts from the true measure of a fruitful life(...)
the world i live in is an artificial one and sometimes i am staring out a car window into and empty parking and fluorescent street-lights, overcome with the feeling that there is more to life than this...that i may never be on the other side of the window if i don't risk everything.
Noam Chomsky, Media Control
They [the population] ought to be sitting alone in front of the TV and having drilled into their heads the message, which says, the only value in life is to have more commodities or live like that rich middle class family you're watching and to have nice values like harmony and Americanism. That's all there is in life. You may think in your own head that there's got to be something more in life than this(...)
[Chomsky is talking about how the media emphasizes commodity to divert people from thinking, basically. he read my mind]
example 2 (similar imagery of fading)
Jackie Wang, excerpt from personal writing
(...)
and my thoughts dissolve
like a red balloon into the abyssal blue sky
(children's eyes fixate
where do balloons go?
where do thoughts go?)
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
There was nobody. Her words faded. So a rocket fades.
these recent examples are uncanny! (i wrote these things before i started both books...i don't nearly compare to either)
example 1
Jackie Wang, Stuck Inside Your Head zine/letter to Austin
sometimes i forget that life, in its most primitive form, existed without everything around me. that all my anxieties are just constructs. greed, materialism and the prospect of failing just diverts from the true measure of a fruitful life(...)
the world i live in is an artificial one and sometimes i am staring out a car window into and empty parking and fluorescent street-lights, overcome with the feeling that there is more to life than this...that i may never be on the other side of the window if i don't risk everything.
Noam Chomsky, Media Control
They [the population] ought to be sitting alone in front of the TV and having drilled into their heads the message, which says, the only value in life is to have more commodities or live like that rich middle class family you're watching and to have nice values like harmony and Americanism. That's all there is in life. You may think in your own head that there's got to be something more in life than this(...)
[Chomsky is talking about how the media emphasizes commodity to divert people from thinking, basically. he read my mind]
example 2 (similar imagery of fading)
Jackie Wang, excerpt from personal writing
(...)
and my thoughts dissolve
like a red balloon into the abyssal blue sky
(children's eyes fixate
where do balloons go?
where do thoughts go?)
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
There was nobody. Her words faded. So a rocket fades.