no post Twosday

7  10. 14

takin in 

Modernist exhibit at deYoung

Pliny the Elder at Monks Kettle

Damien Rice at Sherith Israel

“Never was there more hollowness at heart than at present”

He had a small clue why

nonsensical questions irritated him

why

they raised his hackles

though he didnt expect they would irritate him to the degree they did                                                  

                                                                                                         the weight of his tshirt

across his shoulders back and chest became abject

he stripped it off and flung it carelessly aside

it felt as though it was (it wasnt) hampering him

  

people walking near him on the sidewalk gave him a sudden wide berth  and looked

  

they looked

didnt say anything

theyd talk later when they felt they were safe and that they may have felt endangered

humoured him obliquely

he hadnt thrown his tshirt at them

or disparaged them

or maybe it was because they were always in possession of their emotions

cold dead fish

fish  were tough to inspire

dead

they were insurmountable

when his fury and irritation finally waned  he fetched his tshirt and slipped it on again

he stood barechested longer  than a couple who ordered barista-coffee sat at the street

café table retrieved their orders talked held hands

and then sat abysmally distracted after they apparently had to answer their cellphones

when they rang

had stayed

 

he watched them stand awkwardly

then leave in opposite directions

they infected him and became yet another irritant  something else he couldnt do a damn

thing about

although their abrupt unhappiness temporarily defused the questions banging around

inside his skull

since they occurred to him

if someone hadnt been photographed or was unlikely surveilled in the public sphere  did

their unrecorded reality

minimize their worth or existence

if someone were agitated they were photographed or surveilled in the public sphere  did

they have a right to their anger  their privacy

shouldnt we expect our privacy to be respected  or had the paranoiac tendencies in 

society- or culture-at-large erode and negate our rights to move as anonymous people

standing by gnawing it lip raw “the absence of evidence is not evidence of absence”

if someones rights are abraded by a paranoid whole and the public is sold a cheap line 

the public  miserable and rife  exposed  to a cult of celebrity (when truly few can be 

celebrated)

anxieties exacerbated

is someone unrecognized someone to be feared

Fear is the drug of Our Time

we are addled by it  we are at it like mewling junkies

babes at a womans tit

it is sold by those who turn a livelihood at our expense who have no qualms or 

sympathies and sell it by any means possible 

 

                                                                                    they lie  and caught lying

they double-down on their lies

doubling-down is a strategy a ploy they learned trickle-down from other prominent liars

who arent and werent held to account                                                                                                

and doubling-down   they portend how formidable they are 

                                                                                                     they are relentless

because so many have relentlessly

accepted their lies

1532,  Wednesday,  1  10. 14

“Never was there more hollowness at heart than at present"

(Walt Whitman  --  Democratic Vistas, 1871)

thanks Biblioklept