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Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Guilty Pleasures 3
Happy anniversary, my love.
THE GHOST STILL WALKS. Commenters on a recent post were kind enough to hit some of the high spots of InstaPunk posts past. Like Guilty Pleasures. The video shown above isn't exactly a guilty pleasure, but it's close enough for me: self-revelation, the thing I hate more than any other. Which is, I guess, the third degree of guilty pleasures, that thing which unclothes you in public. Not what you're embarrassed to like but what exposes your essence. Want to play? As before, there will be no value judgments. I'm willing to post whatever you want to share. Who are you? I'll step up myself before I ask you to strip. Here's mine:
Unless it's this instead:
Or this:
Unless it's this:
Life is complicated.
For sure. I die every day. A Harvard musician friend told me Gorecki was "boring." That's when I split with Harvard forever. He died and I'm awful. Go figure. My bad taste in music equals my bad taste in poetry. Which is why I like my own. As I said, life is complicated.
UPDATE. People seem to be getting the wrong idea. It's about what breaks your most private heart. I ask you all to listen to the last YouTube video. Close your eyes. Hear the lyrical voice of sorrow, unrelieved and hopeless of escape. Listen to that dreadful descending scale, its repetitive soundings and inevitable, cumulative, beautiful, step-by-step, downward path. Death and loss rise in our lives as we subside. Hypnotic, mathematical, even seductive. How do we, can we, counteract such a perfect force of nature? What I fight against while the universe insists otherwise.
Everything you need to know me is here.
