And what is life if full of care one doesnt find the key to life,
nothing left to do but stare ...at the rain
(filling up the water pan
undervan... )
Of course even the little metal cage of the concept of 'key' is a bloody jagged edge of monetisable nothing
next to nothing that works
Here's the thing:
perhaps above all there we have it, that which behind the patinated grinning
for 'love' or clicks
I think maybe the thing of the age is that when as propper "human" "community"
artists writers ... (no not painters) do find little keys their eyes are so dazzled by something else they can't even see them in the glitter
I bet Ms Kushner doesn't even know what perfect word pictures of how to beat the mindfuckers
(of cruel cageing - there are many ways) she painted with perfection in her Room
Just as Souter ... the most extraordinary brief chat of my life - never mind a don't-be-me moment of weakness in strength
(i never contact them..names... or never did until, i had something usefujl to say)
him not even knowing his What Love Sounds Like
was the last great perfect radio play.
(and not knowing that keeping your website alive where it can be heard again for free, is a service to "human"ity... nope these Londoners know better! ... on his London tube "well if you say so but i am not sure i agree.." meaning he had never stopped to think)
As his recent sporadic predictable (" theres something WRONG with me" ) offering did show...
no
Sounds like was perfect as it was just about, cant and vanity.
(and i had forgotten the intellectually robust rude bits about 'faith healing'
" off its all ...subjective.." utter bullshit that everything 'i did media studies' became
There is real timeless insight, good and bad
And when the creators of the really great bits cannot even see or hear their own keyworthy words..
Theres no hope, all failed
why everyone but me is 'depressed'
