Showing posts with label The Misanthropic Body. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Misanthropic Body. Show all posts

Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Misanthrope's Discourse: “…oh don’t pretend, ‘cos i don’t care…”



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Year Zero (again)

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1. In 1977, when Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols, broke ground in perfectly understandable ways, there was a call to vacancy and nihilism that the feelings of the world were beyond the realm of appropriate, what with Simon & Garfunkel being considered “rock n’ roll” by the mainstream culture. There was a demand in the air to create a musical and cultural “Year Zero” and return to a purer aesthetic while at the same time criticizing the current culture to such a degree that nihilism seemed like the only ground to stand on.

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Having first heard the Sex Pistols’ album in high school, when most of my age and beyond would have heard them first and where the most properly fit to remain, I had also discovered the writings of Friedrich Nietzsche, starting incidentally with his manuscript The Will to Power, possibly not the most appropriate introduction, but a girl I had a crush on was reading it and wanted to have something to talk with her about.

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And I appreciated the simple, solemn cover of the book.

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2. The similar paradox of punk is how it takes the philosophy of nihilism, of not caring, as a platform to perform the very act of caring an actual lot. This categorizes the punk as a faux-misanthrope, by his sheer attempt to find an article of change somewhere in his DIY-aesthetics. A true misanthrope does not demand change, being content with his own lines of disgust as enough. But by slathering his landscape in a vast hatred based in a hopeful optimism, land mines of disgust planted by each simple chord (though covered up with the affront of his squeal, as warning) the punk creates a vacancy where the body once was only to be demandingly filled by the body, again; this time, screaming anew.

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3. Sometimes I find my own ways to return to a Year Zero. In some cases, each day creates the want, the need, to start over, knowing full well that such a thing is impossible.

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“Those that do not remember the past are condemned to blah blah blah…”

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Now, by taking those words to heart, it implies that remembering is the same as learning from (which is often how this quote gets misrepresented). This is not the case. Memory is not the same as the past, nor does the usual activity of remembering requisite a sense of condemnation if it were to land back in our laps.

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Most, who still can, remember to relive, to be relieved of the burden of the now. There is no usual wish for doom, quite the opposite in fact.

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George Santayana was, perhaps, a perfect misanthrope.

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4. I rise awake each morning to the tune of an alarm that once made my mother think our ship was sinking.

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I hit the snooze button, partly to regain my dreams in a way that I might use, and partly because the sheer alarm of the alarm makes me feel fresh, each time it goes off, each time I hit snooze again to start the day at Zero.

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You could say that the sound of my alarm is the same as the loud squelch that came out of 1977 and later, only appropriated by the general culture to mean the same thing to one another.

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To my mother, born in 1950 and a general child of the ‘60s, it means we’re drowning.

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To me, it means starting fresh.

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5. I start over each day, not because of a previously mention notion that my current state is bad, but because I can. I claim a distance from myself that allows me to dream the previous me away and awake finding a new instance for freshness, immediately forgetting the previous day, or days, in a way that allows for fluid thought to be instilled like a morning cup of tea.

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At my desk, in the morning, I have a multitude of differing varietals of tea, not wishing to continue the same sensation each morning, but still wanting the option of remembering the taste of each on my tongue.

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The one constant I keep is the addition of two packs of Equal brand sweetener, which I was raised on, out of habit.

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I can appreciate it’s lack of positive health accrual, but I do not care.

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If anything, I’m a man who demands the habits that will kill me.

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6. I hold myself up by one arm, pulling my penis out of my pants in order to pee in the bathroom. I can still smell the remnants of the previous days deodorant, a brand that I have held on to since first needing it.

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The combination of morning blood flow and the scent of my underarm, makes me hard and thus difficult to pee.

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The things that we are are the things that we like, and hence, the things we desire all the same.

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I had been told, early in my perspiring years, how this scent was both sexy and gave me a smell that was all my own.

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I heard this, thinking it true, even while knowing it was the same brand my grandfather wore, choosing it for that very reason, but telling the respondents that it’s just a simple spice that smells old.

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7. Starting from Zero each day does not make for an easy breakfast.

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It’s an optimists chore, coupled with some sort of seasonal berry in the cereal each day.

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I refuse the notion that fresh fruit will make the day any better. I count my carbohydrates and count these in the negative.

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Likewise, I count the bran flakes floating below them just as much a carbohydrate, even though they are the kind I know I need.

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I wash the bowl and put it back in the cupboard, awaiting another morning without comment.

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8. When someone says “vacant”, they tend to refer to something, a feeling, that they simply aren’t aware of. The lack of awareness leaves an emptiness in their perception, which is then termed vacant.

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People, like lots themselves, can be vacant and yet still full of something that they may not have been intended for.

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Who chooses the intention of the lot is a personal decision alone, even if there is a general rule that is guided by most, full of moral appropriateness and regard that the misanthrope will all but always refuse.

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Don’t tell me what to do.

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Monday, January 23, 2012

A Misanthrope's Discourse: “I hate the world, therefore I love the world…”


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The paradox of the misanthrope

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1. Hating makes the world worth holding. The possibility of feeling, alone, is enough to give rise to the notion that indifference is worse than hatred, less ennobled than love, proper, and lacking in any functionality. Indifference is useless to everyone.

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A proper lack of feeling being the most insipid notion available as a response to this world; it hurts more for the misanthrope to feel useless than for the lover to be unloved. This is what feeling amounts to: feeling it yourself.

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2. The crisis this paradox causes in the misanthrope is two-fold: it forces him to look at his own perceptions via his own lack, the psychology of which can be painful enough, allowing for moments of joy, even the joy caused by his own misanthropy, to be clouded with the notion that joy is possible; the hatred of mankind acts as a kind of hypnosis, devastating that joy to a rubble that pigeons wouldn’t even pick at for scraps.

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And a misanthrope loves a pigeon, as a symbol, especially.

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3. I walk today along the East River. It is winter, and therefore the park is less crowded and more sublime than what is apparent during the warmer months. The animal things – people included – are all but lacking in the frosty air and I stand still and watch the river flow by; I stand still, frozen, and a man jogging along with his dog, trailing slightly behind him, passes.

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I want to say to him that’s he’s practicing cruelty.

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The dog isn’t even wearing a sweater.

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4. In love with the tools that hate or disgust makes rapier use of? the tools that take their own toll on a person’s psyche? One needs both ends, otherwise there’s no sense, no end to anything. I sit here wearing a sweater and hating that I need to wear something that keeps me warm, having just paid my heating bill that does not keep me warm, and having paid dearly for it.

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But I am happy to have a home.

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5. I keep coming back to the bus: I love how there are ways that I can commute, no matter where I need to go, and get there, within a reasonable amount of time. But each morning, standing in line, I witness too many instances of others, thinking their approach to be personally ideal, cut into the line I’m standing in, pretending not to notice that there is a line at all. And no one bothers to even whisper a complaint.

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These assholes are too far out of reach of my voice unless I allow myself to stand there appearing to others to be a complete lunatic.

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I have been known to shoulder my back to the women who attempt such a thing in front of me, ignoring their own ignorance or malice.

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Their eyes always have a faux-daze look to them.

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No one could actually be so stupid as to not understand the nature of a line. There is pure malice involved here.

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6. On 6th Avenue, X was explaining to me his desire to drop out of society all together. That, or either fall in love. His eyes welling with emotion that left him sipping tea in great quantities to supplant the lost hydration, he told me how he had spent long enough in the dating scene, how his experiences made him feel not only lacking, but regretful of what people had become.

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He told me how, on one date, a girl had said to him “you’re a nice enough guy, but you just look too sad for me to date”.

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He had gone home and found an online hook-up to fuck “like crazy” and when they met that night, she arrived and after some initial cordials and making out told him “can you maybe brush your teeth?” at which point he told her she had to go.

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X told me that he regrets the needs of the body so much, the fucking, the eating, hell, even the breathing that he imagines the whole combination of needs to be some kind of cosmic joke.

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“Being in a coma sounds like the best way to live,” he said.

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His words were such that I thought to give him some advice to seek help, were that I didn’t feel similarly, from time to time.

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Instead, for myself, I take naps and feel less inclined to feel similarly.

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Thursday, January 19, 2012

26 Misanthropic Letters To “You”

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Air

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Another cold brush,

and things get more

complex

with a chapped face.

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Beg

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Depending on your

place, people are always

begging:

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on knees, sitting down,

standing up,

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and pointing.

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City

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City is another word

for loneliness, collected.

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A fabulous intention,

made slightly less so

because no one was given

directions

on how to really use it

in common conversation.

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Dreams

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ebb and break

well beyond the mind

itself

or the body they’re

held in,

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in the morning

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Eager

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to do something

new

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Fine

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I am, you are,

we are

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(for the most part,

at least)

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Girls

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Give out more

praise

then boys do

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because boys

are so stupid

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and need someone

to be a mother

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and arrogance

doesn’t come cheap

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Help

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is another name

for begging

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(only less tawdry,

more inclined to

get results, which

is all we’re looking for)

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Into

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it all,

regardless

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Jerk

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off with a head,

or a tongue, wagging,

like a dog licking

the parts it doesn’t

have names for

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Kindness

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To strangers, it’s expected.

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To everyone else,

it’s allowed, appreciated,

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and so rarely felt.

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Love

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comes singing,

like a bird

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(but only when

you put enough

seed

in the feeder)

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Medication

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stops the heart

or

helps the heart

or

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some other kind

of bullshit

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No

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3rd time’s

the charm.

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Open, Much

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the window?

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what window?

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Pushing

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your way

onto the

train

is the only

way

to get on

the train.

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Questions?

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There is such

a thing

as “stupid”.

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Rude

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Don’t be,

no, please,

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allow me.

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Stump

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Here is what

is left,

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the stump,

where the

edge

once was.

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Truth

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What are

you talkin’ to

me about

truth for?

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No, no, no.

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Please, Larry…

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Untold Truths

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[left untold]

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Voyeur

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I’m watching

you

watching

her

watching

him

watching

me

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and no one

says

a word.

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And this

is the tragedy

of living today.

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Wars With Turks

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Popes always

do it

doggy-style.

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Xenophobia

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I hate you

you hate me

we're a fearful

family

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with a great big shrug or a

turn of me from you

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wont you say you

hate me too!

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I hate you

you hate me

we're best enemies

as any could be

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with a great big shrug or a

turn of me from you

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won’t you say you

hate me too!

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“You”

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and a one-a

and a two-a

and a three-a

etc.

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Zoo

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What we’re in,

watching ourselves,

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and laughing

at how

funny

we look.

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