passing by Salinger
Don't know what it is.
I like stories.
Correction
I used to like good stories but something happened.
Last example is a show I haven't even finished yet and by the reviews I may or may not finish.
Hell it had such POWER, such promises as a story and it got fucked up quite fast.
I had hopes of brave new world with properly raised children etc and nope all we get is a little SHIT named Campion.
I am not sure where the hell they selected their prime foetuses to begin with but it didn't help. Maybe all the good one died due to an critical error about radiation.
Androids raising atheists!!!
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in’t.
But nah!
I shouldn't complain really. Who said that pointing at a problem without coming with a solution for it was just whinging.
“Complaining about a problem without posing a solution is called whining.”
― Teddy Roosevelt
Mind you his solution on the Indian problems was quite devastating.
But surely there must be ONE good story writer left out there?
Writers seem to be just swallowed down in a huge corporate chaotic grinder from what I gather often.
For one thing they are milked and drained or totally devastated like a mine site
Tortured by the Pigs
as Pink Floyd would call them.
That is the thing about having too much on offer and demanding more and more.
The last man that did the decent thing was Salinger in 1961 nearly 60 years ago.
He said what he had to say and then FUCKED OFF.
Refusing to be milked dry or have his mine/mind emptied by the big machine.
Same thing with any artist today and the sad reason why we have so many Michael Bolton around now:
Old Artists BANKING on karaoke/cover songs because they are just dry.
Great names like Ridley Scott now and many others just start something get the ball rolling and DELEGATE.
So here I go whining again too tired too empty too brain dead to do anything about it
not sure if I would have done better in my prime IF I EVER HAD A PRIME. Kind of wasted that one methinks with drugs and cults and shit.
While I am here if you will permit me another gazillionth digression, I was quoting good ole Paul Simon for the errrr gazillionth time today
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, 😛 Lie lie lie
and I came upon those words again:
Now the years are rolling by me
They are rockin' evenly
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be
But that's not unusual
No it isn't strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes
We are more or less the same
And they kind of bugged me.
they seem so contradictory to Heraclitus.
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.”
I sure crossed many rivers and many oceans (literally) and many-a-times too and I would dare to say I am not the same man I was yesterday or even an hour ago.
Politically well I have always been kind of
left inclined / Scandinavian sort of.
Religiously I went from Catholic to Protestant/evangelical/fanatic
to finally staunch atheist.
But in my intellectual and emotional journey I have been all over the place a bit like Charlie Gordon.
So here it is for now the wind has gone tame and I am tired again but you get the gist of my mindless gibbering
Ciao for now
