Dear diary,
Sometimes I wish I were the president. I mean the president of the whole wide world, not just of the United States. Actually, I wish I were the world’s KING. (Or, if there’s a title better than that, I want it.) Then I could give a STATE OF THE WORLD address, instead of the State of the Union. A speech about how good and bad things are…
War is good: it is flourishing, it is healthy. Love is good too, it is between the people and their pets. Money is good, money is doing fine. Talk and TV shows and video games and culture are thriving in this passably groomed environment.
I like books. Sometimes I read them. I also hate books.
Anything that you want to do, you can do. Is that true? I don’t think so, but I hope so… unless you want to do something evil. (Good and evil: terms invented by “masters” to approve or disapprove of their underlings actions?) The philosophy “Do what you want” always sounds attractive to me, until I remember that some beings are hell-bent on…
I can’t wait until the next generation grows up. Presently they are children, the looming generation. I think that when they “mature,” they will make changes. I wish they could take power NOW, and not even wait until they “mature.” I think that so-called immature leaders are better than…
Is it true that nobody in the porno business enjoys their hard work? How could you not enjoy getting paid to perform the miracle of lovemaking? Two people meet each other and they fall into marriage and become one flesh. [Genesis 2:24]
I’m now wondering about apocalyptic prophecy. When science has become the ancient religion, will we humans still…
I mean, whether or not he or she was “divinely inspired,” some poor soul in the past composed the biblical prophecies of Daniel, for instance. And then the book of Revelation showed up late. The Revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave unto him… Let’s say that these folks were incorrect: they were wrong to write their books—they should have kept their opinions to themselves—and they were wrong about what they predicted: because it never happened. Nonetheless, their impulse was human and presumably will continue to infect future mortals, regardless of whether or not those souls “believe” in religion or care about accuracy when engaging in the pursuit of fortunetelling…
What I am trying to ask is this. Where will the religious impulse go when Science is the only gig in town?
I just imagined an ad that I can put in the newspaper. (Is there still a newspaper, just one escaped alone to whisper SWEET pre-approved NOTHINGS to its gentle readership…?) WANTED: a biographer to follow Bryan around like Johnson’s Boswell.
By Johnson I mean the wise scribe Samuel Johnson. By Boswell I mean his evangelist James Boswell. And by Bryan I mean myself, the blogger Bryan Ray. I just think that it would be good to have someone to follow me around and jot down the things that I say and do. I’m an interesting person.
Here is a quote from William Carlos Williams, from his long poem Paterson (Book Two, part III):
You might as well take all your own literature and everyone else’s and toss it into one of those big garbage trucks of the Sanitation Department, so long as the people with the top-cream minds and the “finer” sensibilities use those minds and sensibilities not to make themselves more humane […] but merely as means of ducking responsibility toward a better understanding of their fellow men, except theoretically—which doesn’t mean a God damned thing.
Whether I like or dislike this quotation is irrelevant; honestly, I can’t even remember why I saved it; maybe I related to something about its tone: negativity makes me feel comfortable, like someone fluffed the pillow to improve death’s endless slumber. Also I found another reminder at the bottom of my journal-bin, in the form of a scrap of paper with a note in brackets; but, I’ll disobey my superego’s order to copy its referent, because I don’t want to open another book:
[quote etymology of Lord and Lady from Ruskin lecture]
arrivederci.
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