Down by the Train

There's the same lack of life in it that you enjoyed about FM commericials. Not to belabor the point but that's an insidiously specious form of bullshit. The kind that's begun appearing in sociological studies out of the best American universities. All American universities are more alike than unalike. At least in the wider context. Force yourself to look at this w/o blinking. Force yourself not to think in the latest cliches. When I think of TV I've been thinking about the Greeks lately. Their "storge" & our "nostalgia" (which is there's too). My kitchen floats in the there where I'm most comfortable. Where it rings true though electronically. Broadcast a certain homely kitchenness with a fourth wall taken out to look through. Ha Ha Ha. Always three when written. Seldom transcribed accurately. Our letters don't do that. & they don't do much except what has been prescribed by tradition. A living but limited tradition. Think about limits. Think about insides that pretend to be outsides. Think about tourists & residents. Do you differentiate between travellers & nomads? Obviously. But not always obvious. At eight o'clock it's cold & the street lights are on & I dream of smoking. Warming up. So different when anonymous. Just another kid. Here they know everything. They're vast & disorganized but comprised of many eyes. I get intimidated easily. It's funny how little time it takes, how pretentious I am, how (impertinent) ideas about work ethic & commercial breaks impede better ideas. This stuff is so cheesy. How much skepticism is too much? Who yearns for pure being? What kind of battlements have been erected? Whose life's dreams have been inspired by the 48th parallel? The true Hibernians are not of this world though in it. Bass sounds can become part of you. Springs remind me of eternal return. Dirt & fuzz are drawn to crevices in floors & the body's folds. We become familiar with the smells but not the idea(s) of the literal microbes living within us. Or we are right at hom but have a little shot of something before bed to understand clearly what's all around but not what we're looking at...hey, this could be a punchline: false consiousness is looking straightahead & knowing exactly what's in front of you.