July 12th, 2004
|05:15 am - and again|
i just sat here and reread/skimmed through on wings of song by thomas disch. he is a fantastically good and fantastically sad writer. the book is full of symbols and parallels and dystopian ideas and satire and blah blah intellectual bullshit. it's also a beautiful story. hope strength love ideals loss corruption despair death. it's all so goddamn sad and tragic, straight through. i got rid of his other two books i had when my parents had that yardsale right before they moved, because reading them depressed me too much, but i kept this one because it is so good. but it depresses me too. i think i'll bring it to goodwill or the library. or maybe i'll just throw it out. if i want rid of it for its being hypnotizingly sad, why would i give it to someone else? i don't know.
ooh! lauri asked me if adaptation was good, and part of my answer is a good summation of this. "i admire it but i don't enjoy it"
on the plus side, i cannot listen to this song without grinning. it's so silly and goofy and cute. and i imagine very sarcastic, in its machiavellian way, but they do an admirable job of keeping straightfaced about it. and what is with that highpitched singing at the end?? that's just crazy
 as a sidenote, i read a theory somewhere (i forget where) that the prince was actually meant as a pretty nasty satire, and not as the straight-up advice manual/political history it is normally viewed as.
by the way, i blame kevin for my journal suddenly getting all pretensiously thoughtful today and yesterday. we had one of those odd latenight philosophical conversations and now my head is stuck in that mode. well, when i'm not distracted it is. luckily i am very distractable.
state: "The idea was a skull in his hand. He couldn't put it down. He coudln't look away."
np: jimmy soul - if you wanna be happy
|Date:||July 12th, 2004 05:07 am (UTC)|| |
well at least you're not inviting me to things i can't attend.
let's go bowling on the moon tomorrow
|Date:||July 17th, 2004 02:49 am (UTC)|| |
i want to. cos i think it would be funny. looking for our lost balls in craters (cos you know that would happen) but sadly i cannot attend. i have to work.
damn your work, for preventing our moon bowling fun!
|Date:||July 20th, 2004 02:03 am (UTC)|| |
i know. it totally sucks.
|Date:||July 12th, 2004 10:17 am (UTC)|| |
i'd like to read that. also, have a discussion like that with meee!
why do you want to read something that the defining feature of its description is being sad? you can borrow it if you like. actually you can have it if you like
we have had many discussions like that, and we will have many more. in the future, which is to come!
|Date:||July 13th, 2004 01:08 pm (UTC)|| |
give ME the gift of utter depression!!!
i love gifts!!!
i got you a
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hmm i dunno what happened there. anyway, i got you a magic condom