A Friend Writes:
1. Chopin nocturnes ( to which I was listening earlier today) and Britney (to pick a name off the floor) pop songs have equal significance, and equal value, and equal meaning.
To jump to the end: they may be conflated at will.
To jump back: A person with knowledge of what makes for a Chopin nocturne is not only not more knowledgeable than those with knowledge of what makes for a Britney pop song but also indistinguishable from them. Chopin nocturnes and Britney pop songs may be plundered equally in the making of either Chopin-like nocturne-likes, and Birtney-like song-likes.
Once the elements in the making of Chopin-like nocturne-likes and Britney-like song-likes are interchangeable, they are made unrecognizable. Once unrecognizable, they are made indistinguishable. That all tracks. But the kicker:
Once indistinguishable, they are made authorless.
And once they are authorless, they are in the public domain.
Or I should say: the blogosphere.
4. There was no other possible outcome of democracy than celebrity culture. The idea that all men are equal is one of those very pert and cuddly little notions with a very nasty boomerang: if all men are equal, they are all equally deserving.
To jump to the end: one may exact justice at will.
To jump back:
5. Britney-haired is NOT the same as Britney-balded. This is easy to explain -- at least compared to say, the fact that people drink Starbucks coffee:
People made by combinations of interchangeable elements are ONLY those elements, and therefore ALL of those elements or they will disappear back into the morass of iotic fluid from which they were ... uhm, belched. Poptard had hair. Poptard's hair is bottle-blonde. When on occasion -- because she is an aritst and an aritst has phases of development -- which refresh and renew importance naturally -- she colored it brown, which is her natural color, but not, because it is then colored brown. Underneath, more intimately that is, where the truth lies, it was still and always the Poptard's bottle blonde hair. On top, it was a phase of develpment -- and really fun -- just like changes which are not changes at all, usually are ... but you knew it wouldn't last. After all it wasn't REAL.
In any case, it was f&&*ing hair. And bald is not hair. But is wrong. And means she's bananas, juts like those towel heads with their nuclear weapons.
And not less important than discussion of those weapons. But pop.
And kind of hard to tell apart from them, really.
6. In the meantime, this breaking news, which ouch, breaks hard: friends and/or family and/or minions with a tattoo of you on their bodies ... love you. So do mothers. And lawyers. And judges.
And are therefore all the most reliable sources of information regarding your feelings..
Feelings, should you prove forgetful or forgetfull or fergetfol, are more truthful than thoughts. Or it could be that feelings are just the same as your thoughts. And then indistinguishable from them.
In any case, in America:
2. Feelings should be expressed without reservation. And so:
3. Serial killer is the new template for citizenship.
To jump to the end: they may be conflated at will.
To jump back: A person with knowledge of what makes for a Chopin nocturne is not only not more knowledgeable than those with knowledge of what makes for a Britney pop song but also indistinguishable from them. Chopin nocturnes and Britney pop songs may be plundered equally in the making of either Chopin-like nocturne-likes, and Birtney-like song-likes.
Once the elements in the making of Chopin-like nocturne-likes and Britney-like song-likes are interchangeable, they are made unrecognizable. Once unrecognizable, they are made indistinguishable. That all tracks. But the kicker:
Once indistinguishable, they are made authorless.
And once they are authorless, they are in the public domain.
Or I should say: the blogosphere.
4. There was no other possible outcome of democracy than celebrity culture. The idea that all men are equal is one of those very pert and cuddly little notions with a very nasty boomerang: if all men are equal, they are all equally deserving.
To jump to the end: one may exact justice at will.
To jump back:
5. Britney-haired is NOT the same as Britney-balded. This is easy to explain -- at least compared to say, the fact that people drink Starbucks coffee:
People made by combinations of interchangeable elements are ONLY those elements, and therefore ALL of those elements or they will disappear back into the morass of iotic fluid from which they were ... uhm, belched. Poptard had hair. Poptard's hair is bottle-blonde. When on occasion -- because she is an aritst and an aritst has phases of development -- which refresh and renew importance naturally -- she colored it brown, which is her natural color, but not, because it is then colored brown. Underneath, more intimately that is, where the truth lies, it was still and always the Poptard's bottle blonde hair. On top, it was a phase of develpment -- and really fun -- just like changes which are not changes at all, usually are ... but you knew it wouldn't last. After all it wasn't REAL.
In any case, it was f&&*ing hair. And bald is not hair. But is wrong. And means she's bananas, juts like those towel heads with their nuclear weapons.
And not less important than discussion of those weapons. But pop.
And kind of hard to tell apart from them, really.
6. In the meantime, this breaking news, which ouch, breaks hard: friends and/or family and/or minions with a tattoo of you on their bodies ... love you. So do mothers. And lawyers. And judges.
And are therefore all the most reliable sources of information regarding your feelings..
Feelings, should you prove forgetful or forgetfull or fergetfol, are more truthful than thoughts. Or it could be that feelings are just the same as your thoughts. And then indistinguishable from them.
In any case, in America:
2. Feelings should be expressed without reservation. And so:
3. Serial killer is the new template for citizenship.
posted by Merlin Sulchek at
2:52 PM
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