Canada destroys the beauty of cigar art. Our own FDA is trying to decimate an industry based on tradition and imagination by taking the color from the pigment and the life from the artist. From blend to bland. Yet in Kiribati (a small country in the south pacific)- 52.2% of adults smoke. And in Greece, 42.2% of the adult population puffs away. These numbers don’t include children, teenagers, and young adults.
“The overall message (in George Orwell’s magnum opus – 1984) is that totalitarian governments such as those of Nazi Germany and Soviet Russia were bad. When Orwell wrote 1984 (published June 1949), he was concerned that governments were (?) moving more toward totalitarianism (in 1949!). He worried that these governments might start taking away more and more of people’s rights and freedoms. (Du-uh!)
The United Nations’ Declaration of Human Rights (written in December 1948) states in article 19, in part that “We all have the right to make up our own minds, to think what we like, to say what we think . . . .” It’s like the first line in Allan Ginsberg’s epic poem, Howl. Everyone thinks they know it – but recite it for me? Now.
Bashing ideas from one end of the brain to the next will cause a hemorrhaging of logic. We fail to reason because too many others have been thinking FOR us – and we continue to let them. This results in ineffectual, intellectual apoplexy. (I pause now between irrational and rational thought.)
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Sometimes all this shit causes me to feel drained.
I don’t get enough sleep. I eat like a dumpster diver. My impatience is part of who I am.
Look, there’s a temporary Donald Judd (1928-1994) exhibit in Paris at the Galerie Thaddaeus Ropac. Known for his monolithic sculpture, Judd, a minimalist, continued to produce. Blue. Orange. Green. Red. He emphasizes primary colors with a dash of repetitiveness. Plastic, aluminum, steel, acrylic are his mediums. Various shapes are a hallmark. Squares dominate. Did he ever feel drained? (Note: I’ve not completed his 1016 page book, “Donald Judd Writings.” Maybe).
Karl Lagerfeld (1933-2019), who adored his cat, Choupette, has passed. Did his desire ever simply drain away when he was alive? Even if it did, he kept designing. He revived the Channel brand and extended his own eponymous fashions simultaneously.
Drained as defined in the dictionary is, “deprive(d) of strength or vitality.” I can’t imagine either Judd or Lagerfeld (me?) ever being listless, limp, or languishing. But of course, it’s a possibility.
There is seepage. Ergo, I write to fill the vessel. I create prose to stem the tide of tedious, tactless, tasteless government and intentional ravenous public intervention, including social media in my life. Reality + control + overload = drainage. Tempered glass.
I met someone I hadn’t seen in some time recently. Our conversation was bright and cheery. But to depend on someone else’s interaction to maximize or change my mood is a dangerous, deep, dark dilemma. That cannot be expected. Happenstance is just that. Random. Waiting for it (Godot?) and I will be forever disappointed. I must create the impetus of progress – or, if left alone will, result in – as I said – being drained.
No one can taste the hollow space in chocolate bunnies. But the bunny is made.
Can a reprieve relieve the prickly rush of this convulsive conundrum?