The world is replete with conflicting energies, donning and discarding shapes and forms and hurling its lightning bolts at the sometimes not so funhouse mirror of its own distorted reflections. Life takes arms against life, each thrust a self-inflicted wound torn from the flesh, red ink entered in the infinite ledger of peccadilloes and atrocities, accounted for but never enough to sooth the hunger pangs of battle lines drawn in arm-linked rows of anarchist ostriches queuing up for their disability checks at the mercenary’s window. Endless bodies shot out of cannons and dropping from the sky are held personally responsible for gravity’s ‘thud’ as they land on broken legs and are ordered to march by pussies with loud coughs bearing the best of intentions. One, two, buckle my shoe. Three, four, go fight my war. Five, six, powder your dicks. Seven, eight, force your twisted spines straight. Nine, ten, wash, rinse, and start over again. Babies falling, caterwauling, stuck in mud but never stalling. Growing tits and naughty parts, stacked like chips with poker hearts they eat the risks as others play with proxy souls who are not they, and when the fiendish game is done, they count their losses as good fun...
and laugh
at brokenness
at failed aspirations
at chins worn flat on the global grinding wheel
When screams become music
And tears taste like liquor
And makeup become the standard of beauty
And the ironies of Pagliacchi are forever lost on the audience
28 comments:
Beautiful stuff, Jim! Pure poetry!
Jim, posts like that show why "you the man"!
=)
Pure poetry, as Karl, another fellow writer and poet nicely put.
"Growing tits and naughty parts, stacked like chips with poker hearts they eat the risks as others play with proxy souls who are not they, and when the fiendish game is done, they count their losses as good fun..."
That´s my favorite quote from it.
Another mighty fine piece Jim! Even but a mere dose of air travel gave me the creeps the other day. A toddler was screaming in agony over an ear infection or something and the mother was giving the "shhh, it's ok it's ok" response. For me it really isn't though. How is that ever ok? More concern was held by the mother for the disruption to the people in the cabin! Surely I'm missing something here....
But Jim, you have two daughters. What's up with that?
Anonymous: Once upon a time, I was an omnivore. Admittedly, I was actually leaning more toward the carnivorous end of the spectrum. As my life progressed, I became older, wiser, and more compassionate. I personally evolved and I developed a deeper understanding of will, imposition, and individuality. I ended up becoming a vegetarian. Some time after that, as my mastery over my baser selfish desires became more elevated and pronounced, I became an herbivore (a.k.a. vegan).
Now I would like to ask you a question Anonymous poster: Since I considered non humans to be lesser beings at one time in my life; then later I changed my view of things... does that make me a hypocrite?
Change of heart and mind is something that happens to some, and not to others. Why is this? Well, you need only examine yourself for the answer. If you are merely posing your question in the same vain as, oh, let's say... Wisemonkey888, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB-KBi84v5o - then you have more personal development to work on.
Do you think Jim regrets having children?
Anonymous,
You should read Jim's book "Confessions of an Antinatalist". That will give you some insight into what Jim's life has been like and how he arrived at the antinatalist position. You should also read this post:
http://antinatalism.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-i-just-found-out-my-copier-has.html
Anonymous, I don't know how old you are, but there are probably some things you did when you were younger that you realize now were not a good idea, right?
always love your posts, Jim
Just dropping by again to say JESUS TITS, AM I BORED BY THIS DUMBASS FUCKING HUMAN PARADE THAT EVERYONE ELSE FINDS SO FUCKING OPRAH-MEANINGFUL
thank GODS i had the insight/compassion to not reproduce .. from age four i knew it was an ongoing tragic crime i wanted no part of
oh and yes, Anonymous, read Jim's book, which I hope you're already doing
Can only echo those sentiments, Sharkbabe. The weariness! The pointlessness! The nonsense you have to swallow from other people! Christ!
Sharkbabe, Karl,
I CANNOT agree with you guys enough.
Fuck all this shit! =)
Don't u guys think ur being a tad bit ungrateful? I can see if u were living in a third world country or had leprosy. U sound like whiners, no offense.
Anon,
Ungrateful to whom?
ungrateful in and of itself. ungrateful to your parents.
Anon,
why the hell I should be grateful to my parents? I sure am happy they didn´t toss me in a river, or they didnt´feed me garbage, but that´s AFTER I was born.
Why do I have grateful about they giving me life? What life has given to me, that I should be grateful for? I tell you what. Pretty much nothing.
And guess what? Whatever it gives, it will take away. So I see no point here.
Anon-
IDK, maybe u should, like, u know, read the rest of the website b4 u ask such asinine questions? OMGWTF
I hope I expressed myself in terms you can understand.
Anyone who doubts the absolute horror of everything should contemplate yesterday's events in Norway.
"ungrateful to your parents."
I don't even...
Yeah, Karl, been following the recent events here too.
Holyshit!! I didn't know about Norway. So who's responsible, the guy or the parents? The guy of course but still, they know the possibility of a nut lone gunman..
I love it when poetry isn't life-affirming. You should write a pretty prelude to it and trojan-horse it in somewhere.
I love it when poetry isn't life-affirming. You should write a pretty faux=naive prelude and trojan-horse it in somewhere.
Love you guys.
Jim, this site has arrived - we've attracted trolls!!
Anon, once more:
Ungrateful to my parents, I iz! After all that trouble they went to, fucking that one time!
Please stop littering these threads with "but Jim you yourself reproduced blahblahblah." You don't even have to read his book, he has addressed his own parenthood and thoughts thereupon in his writings on this site. Stop being lazy.
And re the notion that we're projecting our own sadness or depression onto this issue - I offer this gem from page 158 of Jim's book:
" ... deal with my reasoning. I'm quite open to counterarguments. I look for them. If nothing else, they help me tweak the nuances and clarify my thinking. Bring it on. You may even convince me that I'm wrong. You won't convince me that I'm wrong because I'm sad."
The Samantha
Is anyone else having trouble acessing the chatroom?
Man,
I love you!
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