sets his trist with trystero
I find it interesting how much everyone want to lay Oedipa... Driblette is interesting. Kind of an anti-Benjamin. Art isn't for the masses, or from the masses, it's in Driblette's head. I'm not entirely sure what the exact point of the book is, but maybe that is the point... the form of it. Like, maybe it's medium is its message. It meanders through all these different, seemingly unconnected things that are somehow thrown together by this loose idea of trystero that no one understands. Sort of like modern life. One does not get up to till the field, finish tilling the field, eat, sleep, repeat. Modern life is full of all these different facets of reality that are somehow loosely tied together by the concept of one's individual life. Modern life is like a search for trystero, full of twists and turns that never really confirm anything. What are we now? We have we ever been? Can we ever know?
posted by ianleelamb at 12:30 PM
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Pondering... "We have we ever been?"
Yes, I agree. We have the question of "we ever been?" and that's about all we have. Except for having, as in proximity to changing scenarios. But then again, perhaps, everything is October and we're all livin' in a libran paradise.
The secret key to my cryptic ramblings lies in listening to Nevermind and In Utero (especially that one, damn, don't be dense, in utero, birth, astro-references, 12 tracks, quickly re-written lyrics, etc.) as if they are astrologically configured hate anthems towards the god-archetypes - 12 signs in order from aries to pisces. Libra is Very Ape and Territorial Pissings at that.
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