miércoles, 30 de marzo de 2011
Whatever Works
the basic intentions of Jesus were good, and also those
of Marx: share equally, democracy, government by the
people, do unto others, all great ideas, all suffer from one
fatal flaw, all based on fallacious notion that people are
fundamentally decent. We're a failed species, so do whatever
works if you can filch a little joy in this cruel, dog eat dog
pointless black chaos.
Nothing comes to anything, you're all full of misinformation,
morality, science, religion, sports, love, your portfolio.
The next generation of idiots will tell you all about life
and define for you what is appropriate. The speaker's father
committed suicide because of horror at corruption,
ignorance, poverty, genocide, aids, global warming,
terrorism, family values morons, gun morons, the standards
of a mindless, barbarous civilization. You read about these
horrors, then turn the page and go on eating your eggs.
"The horror" Kurtz said at the end of Heart of Darkness.
lunes, 21 de marzo de 2011
The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak, And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done, For this, the last battle, can't be won.
You will be sad I understand, But don't let grief then stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me till the end And hold me firm and speak to me, Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree, It is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you, Who has to decide this thing to do; We've been so close,we two, these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears.
jueves, 17 de marzo de 2011
on Revolutions.
lunes, 14 de marzo de 2011
Rubicon - Defying Gravity
Passing the point of no return doesn't just happen. It's a choice that we make. A line we decide to cross. And then, we live with the consequences. There are no promises of a positive outcome. No guarantees that, like Caesar, we'll wind up with an empire. All we can really count on is that things will change. And that we'll have to live with the results. And that's the hard part, because we're defined by our past. We can rethink our choices a million times. But what we decide, we own. It becomes a part of who we are. And while we may be crossing the river... our footprints will always remain on the other side.