Apollo/Vostok Blues no. 1
all the cosmonauts are dying
the bleached skeleton of a flag
will be that remains of the Space Age
can you feel the boil of rage
that that brings to the surface of my skin?
can you comprehend why when i begin
to perceive the graveyard of destiny
I get testy?
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Few things bother me more than the false sophistication we pretend to, as if the warmth of the lie of cultural progress that we tell ourselves can ever make up the cold night that I fear may make up our future. What would Socrates think of The Office? It is not to say that I do not enjoy the culture I am in; Michael Scott makes me laugh too, but critically let's be honest with ourselves.
It bothers me that no great art is being made. It bothers me that the Space Program is relegated to a novelty. It bothers me that the global middle class is shrinking and with them the incentive to become educated. It bothers me that the very nature of our growing global culture threatens the ability of external forces to reverse this trend of tepidity.
It also bothers me when someone cuts me off in traffic (I don't drive), and before you get the idea that all of my pet peeves are so intellectual I am currently in fact bothered that my Internet is being tormented by inconsistency.
I'm just a regular guy after all. Who wonders...
What bothers you (and why does my router suffer so)?
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The Sage
1 comments:
I must disagree that no great art is being made. However, it seems that as a culture we simply do not place the same value on what is classically defined as art as humanity once did. What we do value I agree, is petty. Now as long as it appeals to the masses and can further the mindless disregard of the present, it becomes valued.
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