Profile for Nuance
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Nuance
Eidolon
I am my mother's only one.
Set at 23:32 on January 16 2011
This is a profile of transience, fluid ambiguities spill a vast conceptualization of motion. Think word soup electronically spouted.
"The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased."1
Not for nothing were we gifted the awesome forces of creation that writhe violently and beat hysterically at scarred cranium walls, cut the platitudes. Wage war with nebulous conceits for the highest grace is not simply to be but to be inspired in motion.
Caveman(5)
I want to live life duty free
Let my instincts take the lead
I want to take what I can get
Don’t want to choose don’t want to bet
I want down from this family tree
I don’t need no upward mobility
I want to unlearn what I’ve learned
Want to unearn what I’ve earned
Want to burn my bridges down
Find a place I can’t be found
This is my manifesto destiny
Tear down this awkward mobility
Because I’m tired of standing upright
The taller we become the more dollars we can grab from that highest branch
And then step on your back given the chance
But not me I’m a bipedal backpedaler just as sure footed as I can
I’m no high society man
No suit and tie no dapper Dan
I’m no happy family man
I’m no husband ain’t no dad
I’m a God damn caveman
This upward mobility is more than I can understand
I won’t stand no I won’t stand for it
I won’t stand no I won’t stand for it
I won’t stand no I won’t stand for it
I’d rather be on hands and knees
Yeah I’d rather be swinging in the trees
With the monkeys and the junkies and bums and slobs and jailbird canaries
Yeah that’s me I’m a bipedal backpedaler from sea to shining sea
Humanity is as it ever was, just as base, just as savage, beautiful, grotesque. Hypocrisy runs rampant in the doings of Man not because of some atrocity of nature but because it is natural. To deny that is the greatest of hubris.
Purpose is admirable but not latent, to find it, describe it, allocate and examine it is a divine pursuit but one that is easily discarded for another. Truth jockeys for position, dancing at peripheries, lithe, mercurial, flitting past beauty, the lush, with actualization trotting doggedly behind.
Remember: Anything is insightful if you aren't really paying attention...
"We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste... In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness!"1
1=Samuel Becket, Waiting for Godot
2=Fyodor Dostoyevsky
3=Henry James, The Turn of the Screw
4=Franz Kafka
5=Tim Kasher
MUSIC=The Dear Hunter, Go Get Your Gun
PICTURE=ulorinvex
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Profile Created: Oct 30 2009
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Last on: February 18 2012 at 05:37 GMT
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