bonnie parker (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} walkonhome) wrote,@ 2005-03-24 13:07:00 |
|
when work is slow
so work is just so slow and after having shown several people at work a cheer i remember from the 8th grade (break it down and do the charlie brown, break it on up and do the booty-up), i'm posting the best paragraph the i've read in the past several months.
thank you, kathy acker. you make my head spin.
excerpt from Kathy Acker's Great Expectations:
Everyone hates me. My mother may have been murdered. Men want to rape me. My body's always sick. The world is paradise. Pain doesn't exist. Pain comes from askew human perceptions. A person's happy who doesn't give attention to her own desires but always thinks of others. Repressing causes pain. I have no one in this world. Every event is totally separate from every other event. If there are an infinite number of non-relating events, where's the relation that enables pain?
All of my family is dead. I have no way of knowing who means me harm and who doesn't.
---------------------------------------
Can you imagine reading 120 pages of this? I'm trying to think of what it would be like to write 120 pages of this. Or what it would be like to write 120 pages of what I've been writing lately . . . maybe I'll share that another day.
so work is just so slow and after having shown several people at work a cheer i remember from the 8th grade (break it down and do the charlie brown, break it on up and do the booty-up), i'm posting the best paragraph the i've read in the past several months.
thank you, kathy acker. you make my head spin.
excerpt from Kathy Acker's Great Expectations:
Everyone hates me. My mother may have been murdered. Men want to rape me. My body's always sick. The world is paradise. Pain doesn't exist. Pain comes from askew human perceptions. A person's happy who doesn't give attention to her own desires but always thinks of others. Repressing causes pain. I have no one in this world. Every event is totally separate from every other event. If there are an infinite number of non-relating events, where's the relation that enables pain?
All of my family is dead. I have no way of knowing who means me harm and who doesn't.
---------------------------------------
Can you imagine reading 120 pages of this? I'm trying to think of what it would be like to write 120 pages of this. Or what it would be like to write 120 pages of what I've been writing lately . . . maybe I'll share that another day.
