Let that which stood in front go behind,
Let that which was behind advance to the front,
Let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions,
Let the old propositions be postponed,
Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in himself,
Let a woman seek happiness everywhere except in herself.
- Walt Whitman
I remember reading that almost every day when I took a piss. I would stand there, pissing and reading “clinically proven to relieve dry skin”.
What does that even mean? What clinic? There are people proving this in clinics? In Africa, children are starving, AIDS is rampant. War is everywhere. Religious nuts of the This and That persuasion are killing each other in the Middle East and elsewhere. People in the richest country on Earth are dying of cancer because they don’t have enough money and people are squirreled away in clinics fucking working on this shit?
As her bath products built up, I became angrier and angrier. They are toiletries, actually, but who says ‘toiletries’? They fucking built up and built up. There was more and more of them until the bathroom was stuffed.
If I bitched at her she felt attacked, so I’d lay off, say nothing, and there’d be more and more of them. She wasn’t happy, of course. How could she be? Her entire psychology had been manipulated to think she wasn’t good enough as is, that she needed all this fucking useless shit, that her skin was so dry that she needed some clinically proven goop to relieve it.
Her routine in the morning got longer and longer and longer and the only thing she was doing was applying more and more corporately produced chemicals on to her body, layer after layer. It was like she was building a shell.
Basically, she was convinced that burying herself was a good idea, a clinically proven one. I disagreed, and for that I was an asshole…”
(excerpt from my novel coming out later this year)
— 900-year-old writing advice from an Icelandic Saga.
— George Orwell, 1984
Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.
It is not an easy thing to understand unfamiliar blood: I hate the reading idler.
He who knows the reader, does nothing further for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.
That everyone can learn to read will ruin in the long run not only writing, but thinking too.
Once spirit was God, then it became man, now it is even become the mob.
He who writes in blood and aphorisms does not want to be read, he wants to be learned by heart.”
- thus spoke Zarathustra
Currently reading John Barleycorn, a sort of autobiography of his alcoholism. It’s pretty damn funny, I tell ya.
It begins on election day in California and guess what was on the ballot? Women’s Suffrage. Should we or shouldn’t we allow the ladies to vote?
Jack voted Yes, Let’s Let Ladies Vote. Yay! Know why? Because back then most women supported “temperance”, which is propaganda-speak for “outlawing booze”. He knew that women widely supported banning alcohol and he knew if they got the vote, they’d go after it politically, which they did.
Jack London voted for Women’s Suffrage to quit drinking. Lulz.
Women’s Suffrage and banning booze were moving piecemeal back then, kind of like how gay marriage is moving piecemeal now. State by state it becomes law, then BOOM it goes nationwide.
God bless our federalist system.
Anyway, he never did quit drinking, even though it was banned. In fact, no one at all quit drinking even though it was banned. The 18th Amendment did nothing except criminalize the majority of our population and create organized crime. Yay!
Jack London pretty much drank himself to death, which is incredibly shocking and rare for a writer.
No law is ever obeyed because it’s a law. Murder is illegal, yet it happens all the time. All of the people not murdering wouldn’t murder if murder became legal, just in the same way that all of the people murdering still murder even though murder is illegal. If a law exists and someone obeys it, it’s only incidentally. That’s my theory anyway.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to smoke a joint and download a discography torrent.
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