This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Tyrrany of Bootstraps

Self-reliance is a myth. It was a fabrication concocted to serve the interests of the self-made-man fable. We are nothing without the millions of efforts exerted by millions of others every day. I couldn't be here at PDX if someone hadn't built it; I couldn't read this book if someone hadn't written it. I couldn't return a favor if someone hadn't given it to me first; I couldn't return a kiss without someone giving it to me first.

[The tyrannical myth of self reliance
keeps us in a cage
[We are nothing without our community
[I am nothing without my friends
[In a way we are all related.

[I won't be afraid of their eyes any longer
[And they won't be afraid of mine

Our thoughts are always in flux
The myth of stability makes us stagnant
The myth of function keeps us numb

WE ARE RIVERS NOT STATUES
WE ARE RIVERS NOT STATUES
WE ARE RIVERS NOT STATUES
AND THE MYTH OF EFFORT STRAINS US
AND THE MYTH OF SELF RELIANCE STRANGLES US


[And I won't be afraid of their eyes any longer
[And they won't be afraid of mine



(6 / 18 / 10 --- 9:47 AM)

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