“Constant experimentation in the arts, in any case, has created so much confusion about standards that the only surviving measure of excellence, for many, is novelty and shock-value, which in a jaded time often resides in a work’s sheer ugliness or banality.”
— Christopher Lasch.

YOu don't know how to love if you claim a person is too nice or good for you. Love is nothing but goodness and nicety. Kindness and honesty. How can a person possibly too nice or good in a world where there is so little of just those qualities? It would make infinitely more sense to hold on to that kindness and good so that you may survive the sadness, grief, the struggle, the turmoil, and so on, that exists imperviously. I hate the way the young love. Men too but I don't date men. I specifically hate the way women are better off longing from afar, and thus men like me are too because we seek practical women who are satisfied with being despondent. What shame a kind person feels. What agony is engendered because they do not succumb to the selfishness of humanity and take only as they need. All ills of mankind are perpetuated by mankind. Nature isn't some inconsolable fib, or a despot living inside our hearts and minds, manipulating our will and scandalizing our choices; nature is intricate but not definite. Choice and reason and sagacity could not be further from frivolity. I am at wit's end dealing with women my age and this is nothing more than the sententious pronunciation of such. I'm ready to embrace both celibacy and misogyny simply so that I do not instead choose suicide.

The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned.

William Somerset Maugham

purposeless art is insufferable for me. sure, its art, but it is pointless. that much cannot be refuted, I believe. and purposeless art is just as pernicious as poison as far as I'm concerned.
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Erica Starr
purpose is subjective chris. the majority of art exists with the intent that others may find individual purpose, i guarantee you that you have appreciated a lot of pieces of art in a completely different way from the artist intentions. instrumental music, for example can be considered to have no purpose without guiding lyrics, but it creates a different landscape in people's minds. the best thing about art is that it can speak to an individual's soul in a number of different ways. if all art was seen exactly the same way by each person, the world would be a shitty place.
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Christopher Anodyne
you overestimate the degree to which I'm willing to define art. within the bounds my definition has conjured, i do not seek to homogenize art and expression. If I did, I'd only listen to a very specific genre. forgive my impatience, but the world needs change and purposeless art isn't helping. purposeless art can be seen as art that provides no insight or emotional catharsis. not everyone who can make music should make music. not anyone who can wave a paint brush should. or rather, some art and music just shouldn't be heavily praised and appreciated like it is. a colalge for instance is nothing but an amalgam of images. life itself is that. my room is that. what purpose does an intentional amalgamation of objects have? absolutely none. only to create a set of things that has never been seen before. and that is the essence of purposeless art. you don't create anything just because its new. and if you do, and you're willing to believe it is great, then you have committed an immense travesty in the name of all art and expression.
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Erica Starr Eh, bad art isn't a threat to good art, Chris. Bad, pretentious art has always been around and so has good inspiring art.
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Christopher Anodyne
the latter must compete with the former. the former is often buoyant and unmediated mess. i know you will reproach me for saying, but compare lady gaga's music to one sole NIN album and you may see what I'm saying. think of all the focus that trent puts into making music that has by and large helped people continue to believe in existing; existing in a disagreeable tragedy ridden world. And what has lady gaga done? comparably, she's only made music to lighten the hearts of listeners and only inspire them to pursue a disguised sense of freedom and enjoyment. Gaga represents the collage makers, the "I made it, so its art" people. Trent, though even he may disagree, represents the people putting their emotions into their work to expand and improve the unspoken rhetoric we thrive on.

“When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties it seems desperately eternal and excruciatingly painful. Whereas as you grow older you realise that most things are excruciatingly painful and that is the human condition. Most of us continue to survive because we’re convinced that somewhere along the line, with grit and determination and perseverance, we will end up in some magical union with somebody. It’s a fallacy, of course, but it’s a form of religion. You have to believe. There is a light that never goes out and it’s called hope.”
—

Morrissey on Love

If one's greatest agent of disappointment is to be considered the cause of their radicalization, then I have been radicalized by women. In being told I'm too nice for them or that they're too whatever for me, I've ruminated the qualities about them I both love and despise. Typically what I've come away with is despair in rumination such as this. I think the first time this occurred was when a girl told me I was too nice - not for the first time - and I came to see her for all her optimism. I then dislodged all my anticipations for pure happiness, as I saw not only that she was hardly my type of women (because the optimism; therefore optimistic females would probably not be into me) but also because it just seemed like a fools errand to actually expect such perfection and glory of life.

THis was the time when I became resolutely pessimistic. I began developing justification for anticipating less in life. ANd i still do, primarily because of how disappointed I was at that time.

A few years pass and I meet someone else who I greatly anticipated to be a darling of sorts. Bullshit explanation, whatever. She came to say she wasn't good enough for me. It struck me as awfully reminiscent of the previous female who declared me inadequate in a roundabout way. What I came to understand as the result of this is that this generation has an infatuation with a few things: perfection, impulsivity, the anticipation of despair and hopelessness, and reaffirming its own worldview. These, of course, were the traits she embodied that I came to despise. I'm a prudent male. Hardly anything more. I cannot be so impatient and hopeless that I misconceive the intent and actions of another. I just can't. I'm too fucking fragile. Consequently, I do over-think, but most of the time I think enough to know what it is I'm doing and who I'm attracted to as well as why. And now as I read Dostoevsky's The Idiot, I find myself reminded of who I was in high school: the boy waiting for marriage, the nice guy, the shy guy. I was those things because of a christian ideal I applied my will to. ANd I am hardly any different now, but I see that it is not without purpose that I must remain this way, even if I do not believe in God anymore. THe suffering of the loneliest of the world is my main concern. One particular woman, and I beg you forgo all notions of determinism as I am simply speaking of possibilities, who I may end up with is suffering now in one way or another. SHe is without me and she is without love. As we males grow older, we are either bettered, or worsened. If I am to make her happy, I must continue to grow and become better. I absolutely must. ANd if leaving women, all of whom don't believe in the potential we share for love, alone helps sustain and mediate my desire for a woman who will appreciate me, then I cannot break, I cannot fall apart in an earnest plea for the whims of another woman.

Cynicism is generated from the desire to be right all the time. Human nature isn’t even consistent. Cynicism is wrong.

Both truth and fools are inconsolable.

“Minimalism is not a style, it is an attitude, a way of being. It’s a fundamental reaction against noise, visual noise, disorder, vulgarity. Minimalism is the pursuit of the essence of things, not the appearance.”
— Massimo Vingelli

some neighbor ruined my nap with their bullshit rap so i typed about how infuriated i was made by that

These kids and their lame ass rap music. Swear to god, wake me when music made for, by, and appealing to minorities isn’t some audible paraphrasing of bourgeois principles or talentless assholes crooning about the least detrimental misfortune theirvyoung, cynical, insipid head and hearts can imagine.

And when autotune isnt cool anymore. and when every beat doesnt sound so similar only the faux minimalism of odd future’s shit can capture new appeal.

And when whats popular isn’t a disturbing list of perversions and explicit innuendos that steal the mystery, beauty, and value of a flirtatious remark because every goddamn song must get a pussy wet and a dick hard since everyone’s too godd…amn bored with the intricacies of life and relationships that they’d prefer to be shown what an exciting one is instead of, god forbid, manifesting one that actually lasts and isnt built of pretension and absurd symbolic approximations hetween two individuals.
And when these dumbass kids learn the enjoyment of music isn’t one primarily blissful, but instead relative; the most powerful music isn’t some bullshit about who you want to be (which is the same exact cunt everyone wants to be) but who yo…u are and how you’re trying to become something/someone. christ. rest in peace our aspirations, now all we want to be is rich and lazy so we become broke and lazy and disregard the feelings of each other because so many of us arent rich and associating with a broke nigga or bitch is played, can’t respect yourself and appreciate someone trampled by the same system thats engendered your own fucking fantasies about how to live. fuck rap since around 2002 or so. its been shitty commercialized bullshit that no longer represents its people so much as it creates a spectacle of decadence and success, which is the very lifestyle we are least likely to achieve. fuck this bullshit completely. if standards were to be set, we’d openly claim we’re disappointed by entertaining rappers most likely even stupider than us. good lord, is that whats became of us? we dont even ave the decency to value members of our society that have set ethical boundaries for their actions. but thats not entirely true, we just want to love both fools and geniuses, the latter only serves to redeem the former. yea some fuck who can write a book or poem or run for president with distinctly ethical principles is cool, but everyone vows to love charlie sheeen or some bitchass rapper who’s pribably doing as much drugs as sheen when he isn’t writing lame raps or paying child support or buying more shit than he can afford.
And when these kids realize its not fucking fun to not give a fuck. and when they realize a display of apathy is infantile at best if it only arrouses their desire to party or fuck shit up but maintain the prominent principles of their time… that establishes the REAL anger of individuals who don’t give a fuck and want to fuck shit up because shit is fucking us up beyond a point of recovery. wake me when they see they give plenty a fuck and start directing their interest into a more viable place that isn’t bullshit competition and emotionless interaction.
and when life is not synonymous with a self-perpetuated party that ceases to end and only begins once you’re awakened by the hypnotic undulations of vibrant bodies taking in fluids to reinvigorate their desire to not be else where. and wake me when people realize they’re fucking asleep.

Painless art should only exist in a painless world. I considered the opposite too: painful art should only exist in a painful world. Such a point would be made by an optimist or a hipster realist, or whatever, but the abundance of pernicious elements of reality aside: if there is any pain in the world, it needs to be documented and tended to. There is a point to the happiness of an activist. It is as if their indignation has sought and found some of the rewards it deserves; knowing more and more people are joining a movement is a delight. Being around more people interested in the dire causes one has joined is not the same as accomplishing the freedoms one has set out to achieve, but its a hell of a lot better than knowing there’s just as few people interested in liberating us all as there were the last time a group coalesced. And this serves to reduce the pain in the world, but in doing so it must acknowledge it. Which would by why you get Dylan performing at a million man march, and even that atrocious amalgamation of light hearted dilettantes - better known as the Rally to Restore Sanity - showcased a few political-esque (gaaaahhhh) songs instead of having fucking James Blunt or another punk ass optimist coward twaddle their way through a chorus and verse

The other day, a few weeks ago, I was giving some thought to this RSA animate or lecture video I watched wherein the speaker challenged the idea of the profit motive and presented an alternative: the purpose motive. THe purpose motive mostly describes a human beings ability to work for the notion of satiating a purpose, rather than acquiring money. Apropos: money has no real relevance other than in a system where money is integral to the sustenance of life. Currency of any sort essentially is nothing more than a medium between man/woman and the object of their desire: food, housing, transportation, etc. So without money, is an individual to be pressured into making money to fulfill their desires? Or can they live perfectly well with company and food and love? I believe its the latter. For the very desolate are often without purpose and thus do not believe living life is worth the effort each day produces. More than an affirmation of my socialist proclivities, this means human beings must need a purpose to find solace in suffering; we need to know there is a reason to have a shitty (or great) job so that we don’t go home and become so overwhelmed with depression we eventually give up. I believe love is that purpose. In all its glory, it is multifaceted enough to never refuse applicability.

So of course I believe in true love. Without it, the notion of living becomes the movement of ones, the singular momentum of randomly generated masses, the ebb and flow of whim. I loathe few things more than a genuine, voluntary abstraction from prudence. I’ve told at least one person how I believe that if we all resorted to answering all the nagging questions within, we’d find the same answers - or most of the same answers. And I believe love would be the most common answer. Not some immature, petulant love that sets about achieving a new face and soul each day, but a lasting love that recognizes the fragility of an object and its unique beauty. I think I could go on much further, but I shall not. And speaking of being able to write for eons without end, I’ll end with a quote from Dostoevsky’s Notes from the Underground: “….with love, one can live even without happiness.”

Children should not be taught to dream of a perfect world. Fostering such foresight of adulthood is detrimental to the mental health of a child. Not only does it absolve large portions of responsibility that one takes for their own actions, but it ensures that people will be perpetually, or quite frequently, disappointed by their fellow human beings, and vice versa, because no human being is perfect. What children should be taught is to recognize solutions and recourse; they should be encouraged to think not of a perfect world, but how to perfect this world. There is no achievable end when one imagines perfection, and that is because becoming perfect is the perpetual goal of a good person. I cannot help but think of the hypocrisy unwittingly bestowed in an individual who appraises insecure, idiotic public figures as more admirable than the people who approach life with humility and gratitude. Such qualities as those are a rarity among famous people. ANd it means that such qualities are devalued among lesser known people


A shitty poet is one who has not configured an actual, demonstrably valid philosophy or the ability to impart knowledge while utilizing literary devices efficiently….but he is a good rapper.



If we willingly separate art from the culture that surrounds and engendered it, then we have made our society far worse off than we would if we sought to unite the two. most people aren’t happy or successful, yet most pop and art in general is. does no one see the ill fated reasoning in this?

this slutwalk shit is ridiculous. I’ll put away my nice guy rhetoric for just a moment and simply say I hope all the people willing to march for this shit are willing to march for labor rights, anti-war protests, medicare, and a bunch of other issues.

moreover, i’m getting tired of the politics in this country becoming obsessed with minor shit that only exists because our society hasn’t sought to reconstruct all institutions to run on demonstrably effective theories that will enable society to be composed of cohesive groups and communities getting along. this shit about drugs, gay marriage, abortion, changing rape laws - all this shit is indicative of the same lack of power we have as citizens. our fight should be a wholesome one to establish an actual democracy where we can decide what the hell we do. fixing or voting on policies effecting only one of those issues subverts the general cause. it makes as much sense as a socialist debating utopic visions with a communist or an anarchist. we all want the same universal freedom. we’ve really allowed our sights to be set short if any of us think that begetting an alternative world for women who want to remain free to be promiscuous (I argue that is the primary nature of this; otherwise there’d be no need for the nomenclature ascribed and the protests would be a wave of feminist protests known as nothing more. Imagine the civil rights movement suddenly being named by incumbent activists as “The Water Fountainers: people who want to drink from clean water fountains!” or the million man march being called “The Interracial dating proponents walk”) will cure the women, or the nation, of a significant amount of its obstinate woes. It’s time to focus on the big picture, the whole change that needs to be relieved.

Lastly, once more on the subject of rape and abuse: I feel I can safely say, as Oscar Wilde did, that these crimes are often the effect of a starvation. He was literal - he spoke of feeding the malnourished and poor - but I’m sure we can transpose his purported principle to match present context. As people, Americans live their lives in constant search of one moment of pleasure that will unify body and soul, establish peaceful occupation of the psyche by the id, ego, and superego; we search for rightful pleasure. And we are starved of this epiphanic moment every day of our lives. Ergo: maladaptive and, at times, violent coping mechanisms and psychoactive drugs meant to relieve the ‘pain’ of being dreadfully normal and without the rightful pleasure. We are significantly starved of attention, sexual activity, food, education, approval, acceptance, company, and the list goes on and fucking on. Would you protest the pejorative connotation of the word ‘idiot’ in order to change the continuous ailing of education in America? No, so why don the word slut for a protest like that will do anything? I am speaking without compendious knowledge of this slutwalk phenom, I know, but I certainly believe with complete and utter resolve that any accomplishment to be won by this nation’s people will be the most easily feasible result of fighting more grand struggles.