there comes a time when you have: enough...
you listen to these pundits,
these so-called shuffling journalists and
becomes overwhelmed as if sitting by
a blackjack table...
you never imagine their respect
for their craft,
some do manage to become
all the president's men, but few, fewer
han you might think: ever do...
buy ups, cut offs, wishing they were
all screeching banshees on the ready,
but there never are any,
just any pornographica pornstars who
said: i'm ready for a ******* henry.
and the callousness, the easiness,
makes drinking a whiskey
all the more respectable...
i know i've chosen rightly with
ms. amber... i feel less like a ****
and more like a connoisseur with every
minute...
tell you what,
let's meet down the middle whereby actions
are worth are more than words,
and the whole "freedom of speech"
is but a bad dream...
isn't it? i thought that actions
spoke louder than words, so why defend them?
it really, really comes down to the
nietzschean inversion of cartesian "talk",
apparently inverted the original
into a sum ergo cogito (a footnote
remark in his white zombie inspired
human, all too human
entry point into pop culture -
as ever, the silent mind,
makes use of waiting for the mass
of prey) -
i can do the same with heidegger...
i listen to these journalistic endeavours,
i listen to them intently...
but i have a problem..
this da-sein is peppered with difficulty;
you can call me a res cogitans
a thinking thing, but i sometimes
am not, namely: heidegger's dasien
is the antithesis of res cogitans...
we're not heroes or villains by thinking
about the act in the da / momentum
- in the "there" / momentum...
the "carpe diem"...
there's no carpe illic (seize a there)-
as there's no esse in diem (being in a day) -
find a niche, weave a web...
journalism has already killed off
heidegger's dasein,
it's either called blackmail or extortion,
we are handled with a perplexity of
feeding the bacon of "handling" facts...
we are required to ensure there's an
empathetic comment subsequently readied,
we are to enforce empathy,
a fakery of empathy...
heidegger couldn't have predicted
the death of his idea so fast,
in that journalism (legacy) killed off
the concept of dasein so quickly and
effectively...
sure, journalism stresses a
da - a "there" - but where i'm at,
there's hardly any talk of correlative translation
to a sein: i.e. being.
first the education system
erodes the faculty of memory with pointless
arithmetic tables, then the "real" world
erodes the faculty of imagination with
pointless jobs and the grand carnation
wishes of disney's bloom...
and the two two come together
and: after that? let's pretend we "think"...
the notion of the existence of free will
is not answered with a first amendment,
it's answered with a freedom of thought:
freedom of thought comes prior to the freedom
of speech, that danish bachelor kierkegaard
pointed it out: better to think freely,
than to talk freely, since not everyone will
have the vocal capacity of a sophist!
nonetheless i listen to the news,
and am abhorred by it...
not because i care:
hey! you don't care about my problems,
why in the world, should i care about yours?
what am i, the imitation of "saint" theresa of
calcuta?
heidegger's concept translate directly
into current journalism...
me, i prefer to think of his concept
to reverse nietzsche's reversal of cartesian
thinking: not all existence is purposed to
merely think, i.e.
the: being there (dasein) is reversed
into: there's being (sein ist dort) -
heidegger is the father of modern journalism,
and also the person who can be utilised
to combat journalism stagnating into
voyeurism...
both are pretty much the same these days...
journalism = voyeurism...
sure, i don't like being forced
into being "there" - primarily because i have
a blocking membrane "antibiotic" of simply
retorting: well, there's being;
the **** would i want to suggest a worthy
escapade of "imagination" into a spirit-cooking
session, i rather spend the rest of the day
in a butcher's shop! and yes, i like my memory
intact, i like the memories of my childhood,
i don't need my memory undermined
by ******* arithmetic or stories of pythagoras
selling baked beans to pursue his
lessons!
and i really don't care if heidegger was
a **** party member, what i don't understand
is the western left: you ever talked to
a communist proper? a real one, no fakes?
my grandfather was a proud communist party
member...
even his take on transgenderism as being
a leftist agenda would have been: wha'?!
you sure we don't need to castrate
these people?
never mind,
i'd actually love to be called a ****...
i have no problem with that:
the only thing i have to lose is a chance for
a punch-up in an alley, and i've been training:
punching myself in the face until my jaw
starts aching can be fun, but not as much as fun
as talking down police brutality:
the colt's screaming while i'm kneeling having
just finished ******* in the alley,
and he's screaming, the female officer is
making notes, because the screaming ******
is probably dyslexic, or a D in g.c.s.e. english...
puts the handcuffs on, i tell him
a cameo version of an autobiography...
so they release me... see...
screaming does very little to scare someone...
the fact that i was being ridiculously stoic
****** him off...
never thought that ******* in an alley was
a crime... so i said: you don't own this
shaded corner, do you?
as the joke runs, better than frying bacon:
two police officers walk up to you -
(a) one will surely be able to write...
(b) the other will surely be able to read...
(c) a + b = a guarantee!
besides the point, heidegger is the father
of pre-modern journalism,
well, journalism up to robert redford
& dustin hoffman, oh yeah, and david frost...
hell, that was, journalism,
the whole notion of dasein was
invigorating the whole movement,
but then journalism shifted its attention from
heidegger... and people were forced into
"emoticon" politics of a "there" and a "being",
i.e. being the killer, imagining the torture cell,
etc. etc.,
can i watch some ******* disney,
for ****'s sake?!
i want the journalist to be there:
and the reason why i don't want to be "there":
is because: i'm not!
but this only produced journalists
who weren't even "there" to begin with...
cordoned off by police "protection" -
people talk about a snowflake generation
that the millennials are, "apparently";
can we start off with the "journalists"
of the prior generation?
besides the point...
heidegger is the father of modern journalism,
but he's also underread...
which is great, since you can become
pro-elitism after a book or two...
yes, if i wanted to wipe my *** with
a modern novel, i'd sooner take to reading
a roll of toilet paper... sorry...
but leisurely reading material is for people
sunbathing on a deckchair on barbados;
i don't like easy...
and i certainly don't like reading books,
that might as well have been
written in braille...
perhaps in braille they might be "mildly"
stimulating,
yes yes, i know,
bestsellers and all,
but from what i've noticed:
why do people need to talk so much to reach
that sort of status?
once upon a time i wanted to
be "famous", but after watching enough
people reach the status of "fame",
having watched how exhausting it is...
i thought to myself:
keep to the "karma" of tao -
keep that obscurity,
it's perhaps not the case that enough
people have woken up, it's perhaps the case
that not the right people: have been born.