Just saw a cockroach trying to cross the road. reach to the other side. Cars were speeding past on all sides and it barely missed being squashed onto the tarmac. Revelation. Isn't this life? All life, including all of our lives? Trying to cross over to the other side for some blind inexplicable reason, feeling with our antlers and scurrying around in haphazard trajectories hoping the cars' wheels would somehow miss. Why are we here? Where are we going? The saving idea : We have to keep moving. To what or where nobody knows. Futile all. And yet we cling on to our stupid beliefs like they mean so much. How fucking stupid.
'Waiting for Godot' hit it, you know, that white haired old fuck Beckett knew what he was talking about. He might as well have dramatised this scene. A puny little cockroach trying to cross the road with cars at full tilt passing all around it. Post modern. Modernism is all about so much bloody wallowing and trying hard not to show it. God knows why anyone would do a PhD on that subject! Its our Romanticism. Fucking escapists.
Why the fuck does Charlie Chaplin have to rant that moralistic bullshit into the microphone dressed up as Hitler? I mean, did he really mean that? "Help your fellow brethren". Wtf is this shit? Help them do what? Pull them up from their sorry, pathetic states and make them lead better lives? The same old systems repeated by new fodder? Why not speak of annihilation rather, of the existing beliefs. No Utopias, just instinct.
All this Eng Lit bullshit is dying. Shakespeare is going to die soon. If history has taught us anything it is this, that roughly every 5-10 centuries, old languages an texts get metamorphosed and give birth to new lingos, new forms of expression. That bearded fuck Robi Thakur did the same to the Sanskrit stylised Bengali language, the prose writers mauled English the same way. Soon history will be forgotten. We won't study Shakespeare. Who gives a flying fuck about a Danish prince procrastinating about killing his uncle who usurped a corrupt throne? Who gives a shit? We're one sorry assed bunch of self esteemed garbage. Our own fucking standards of everything-love, art, morals. All bloody centralized, canonized.
We can't even see that this whole motto doing the rounds about "live the moment, seize the day, live for the now" is one big fucking advertising proposition devised by the heads of all major MNCs to create a false appetite in our cockroach communities. Who the fuck lives for the now? Cockroaches and pigs. Live for the now, go to malls, use your credit cards, spend it all, don't think about tomorrow or the past, blow away all your money, give it to US. Take a big, collective fucking 'upper' pill and stay anethesised. And watch those fat fucks value their creative shams at 12.5 billion dollars. We got rid of Sunday family shopping and invented 'deal of the day'. Wow. Genius.
'Waiting for Godot' hit it, you know, that white haired old fuck Beckett knew what he was talking about. He might as well have dramatised this scene. A puny little cockroach trying to cross the road with cars at full tilt passing all around it. Post modern. Modernism is all about so much bloody wallowing and trying hard not to show it. God knows why anyone would do a PhD on that subject! Its our Romanticism. Fucking escapists.
Why the fuck does Charlie Chaplin have to rant that moralistic bullshit into the microphone dressed up as Hitler? I mean, did he really mean that? "Help your fellow brethren". Wtf is this shit? Help them do what? Pull them up from their sorry, pathetic states and make them lead better lives? The same old systems repeated by new fodder? Why not speak of annihilation rather, of the existing beliefs. No Utopias, just instinct.
All this Eng Lit bullshit is dying. Shakespeare is going to die soon. If history has taught us anything it is this, that roughly every 5-10 centuries, old languages an texts get metamorphosed and give birth to new lingos, new forms of expression. That bearded fuck Robi Thakur did the same to the Sanskrit stylised Bengali language, the prose writers mauled English the same way. Soon history will be forgotten. We won't study Shakespeare. Who gives a flying fuck about a Danish prince procrastinating about killing his uncle who usurped a corrupt throne? Who gives a shit? We're one sorry assed bunch of self esteemed garbage. Our own fucking standards of everything-love, art, morals. All bloody centralized, canonized.
We can't even see that this whole motto doing the rounds about "live the moment, seize the day, live for the now" is one big fucking advertising proposition devised by the heads of all major MNCs to create a false appetite in our cockroach communities. Who the fuck lives for the now? Cockroaches and pigs. Live for the now, go to malls, use your credit cards, spend it all, don't think about tomorrow or the past, blow away all your money, give it to US. Take a big, collective fucking 'upper' pill and stay anethesised. And watch those fat fucks value their creative shams at 12.5 billion dollars. We got rid of Sunday family shopping and invented 'deal of the day'. Wow. Genius.
