Friday, December 18, 2009

we [clarification]

i watched Rent (the movie version) last night and either:

the bohemian romance of New York is a clever fiction,
a lie we
[Generation X]
tell ourselves in an attempt to grapple with the fact
that we
[Americans]
live in a nation where the indomitable efficiency of
interstates and television has obliterated the
peculiarities of geographic separation. we
[artists]
loathe to believe this, and write musicals and songs
and books
[and blogs]
pretending it isn't so. we
[would-be critics]
watch with a mix of terror, excitement, and
trepidation as a quilt emerges from our collective
musings - a quilt pieced together from pop culture
references, allusion, consumption, cleverity,
pathological irony, and non-historicized personal
experience. we
[the tragic curious]
are left to wonder if it was ever so, or
if it was only a dream we
[the unreformed romantics]
invented in an attempt to keep from
shivering in the night;

the pastiche quilt of post-modernity makes for a poor bedfellow.

OR
i
[the author]
wrote the above in an attempt to distance myself from
the sadness i
[the human]
felt.

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