Sorry about the lack of a post today. I guess with that "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" Security Scare in Boston a lot has been on my mind.
I will be back soon. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday soon; and for the rest of your life.
Anyway, I wrote a poem for you instead of a post. It is about living in a world where the distinction between an advertisement for a cartoon is indistinguishable from a security threat.
It is about a world where there is no Justice.
To be clear, I didn't write the whole poem, but I did add the phrase, "who am so awesome."
Temptation
By Czeslaw Milosz & Justin Kahn
Under a starry sky I who am so awesome was taking a walk,
On a ridge overlooking neon cities,
With my companion, the spirit of desolation,
Who was running around and sermonizing,
Saying that I who am awesome was not necessary,
for if not I who am awesome, then someone else
Would be walking here, trying to understand his age.
Had I who am awesome died long ago nothing would have changed.
The same stars, cities and countries
Would have been seen with other eyes.
The world and its labors would go on as they do.
For Christ's sake, get away from me.
You've tormented me enough, I who am awesome said.
It's not up to me to judge the calling of men.
And my merits, if any, I who am awesome won't know anyway.
24 comments:
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Ah, 6:14: the crack of dawn. I was beginning to worry the predator had "gotten" you. More importantly, I was worrying about how I could continue existence without my thrice-weekly dose of verbal insanity.
Justin, I you're even an artist. That looks like an emoticon by Picasso...
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Justin - heres mine
As I who am so damn cool sd to my
friend, because I who am so damn cool am
always talking,—John, I who am so damn cool
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
I'm wasting such talent at art school
TERRORIFIC THOT
The world would have felt an emptiness, Awesome One, although it knew not why.
You're definitely a Zaphod.
This tastes like sugar because it's made from sugar.
Nice to meet you, Justin.
My name is Steven.
And i feel random.
But that is okay.
Good day, Sir.
Good luck with that whole thing you got going on there in the real world.
More angst.
I often need time to think and it is more difficult than one may think. Thanks for visiting.....
butterfly girl,
I need time to think and to be sick. These days, those two activities have left me with little time to breathe.
j.
a.
Anything for my readers.
j.
2 lively,
I have found that my best bet is to just ignore things and eventually they go away.
j.
Steven, a good day indeed. j.
Sophie, I am just a little puzzled....j
Jenn, After giving it much thought I can see that you are right. Though I'm still trying to decode Zaphod.Pretty sure it isn't from IJ.
j.
nipomotimes,
Elss Wheels, Poir Tog.
j.
taihae,
You are not wasting your talent---as long as you deliver on my diamond pig.
j.
Why isn't your blog on your profile???
j.
jake, if I could find a lousy magnet I'd put a refridge.
But that might be bad for the computer.
j.
blaux,
A very beautiful concrete poem, as Robert Lax would call it.
But if you get rich off of it, I want a cut.
j.
Because.
Zaphod from Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Remember him? He looked at this thingy that measured one's relative importance to the universe and found out that unlike every other puny mortal who had done the test, he was truly significant.
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