But everything is flawed. Everything is dirty, broken, missing pieces, damaged, too cold or hot, flimsy, smells, quits working. Everything produces an unpleasant sound. Nothing is as powerful as the possibility of impending public humiliation. It really bothers me to think of how annoying I must have been as a child. That and how much money it took to keep me occupied. The only things here really worthy of praise and attention are: 1. beautifully crafted pop songs 2. architecture. Both serve as markers—think mile markers. 1. pinnacle of self expression. 2. manifestation of order. There can be no flaws. Shortcomings in process, failure, illogical reasoning (which isn’t reason because it doesn’t work out); final products should be flawless.1 Secrets lead to mistakes. Mistakes become secrets. These attempts are fraught with disaster which is a cliché and should be avoided. “This explains why all such works, only excepting the perfect masterpieces of the very greatest masters (as, for example, “Hamlet,” “Faust,” the opera of “Don Juan”), inevitably contain an admixture of something insipid and wearisome, which in some measure hinders the enjoyment of them. Proofs of this are the “Messiah,” “Gerusalemme liberate,” even “Paradise Lost” and the “Aeneid”; and Horace already makes the bold remark, “Quandoque dormitat bonus Homerus.”2 I remember getting a talking-to or two for not getting along with others. I remember a good-Christian-white-man judge telling me that it would be my attitude that kept me in trouble. There was the time that I had to rake leaves for the oblivious and hateful woman whose husband was a doctor that so completely fouled up an operation on my mom that she could have died. I never met that guy, but I did piss on his house. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heuristic This work itself is ineloquent given that it is made up of little more than bare emotion and commonplace sentiments. Everyone is a pervert.
But everything is flawed. Everything is dirty, broken, missing pieces, damaged, too cold or hot, flimsy, smells, quits working. Everything produces an unpleasant sound. Nothing is as powerful as the possibility of impending public humiliation. It really bothers me to think of how annoying I must have been as a child. That and how much money it took to keep me occupied. The only things here really worthy of praise and attention are: 1. beautifully crafted pop songs 2. architecture. Both serve as markers—think mile markers. 1. pinnacle of self expression. 2. manifestation of order. There can be no flaws. Shortcomings in process, failure, illogical reasoning (which isn’t reason because it doesn’t work out); final products should be flawless.1 Secrets lead to mistakes. Mistakes become secrets. These attempts are fraught with disaster which is a cliché and should be avoided. “This explains why all such works, only excepting the perfect masterpieces of the very greatest masters (as, for example, “Hamlet,” “Faust,” the opera of “Don Juan”), inevitably contain an admixture of something insipid and wearisome, which in some measure hinders the enjoyment of them. Proofs of this are the “Messiah,” “Gerusalemme liberate,” even “Paradise Lost” and the “Aeneid”; and Horace already makes the bold remark, “Quandoque dormitat bonus Homerus.”2 I remember getting a talking-to or two for not getting along with others. I remember a good-Christian-white-man judge telling me that it would be my attitude that kept me in trouble. There was the time that I had to rake leaves for the oblivious and hateful woman whose husband was a doctor that so completely fouled up an operation on my mom that she could have died. I never met that guy, but I did piss on his house. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heuristic This work itself is ineloquent given that it is made up of little more than bare emotion and commonplace sentiments. Everyone is a pervert.