Posts Tagged ‘Friday’
|Music:||Einstürzende Neubauten-Halber Mensch|
Aww, rat farts! I’ve been so busy being tumblr-ifc all over the place, I forgot to do a Friday post. How about we trade a poem of mine about Minutemen and Charles Bukowski for your angry, bitter tears?
Driving home, listening to Minutemen, thinking about Charles Bukowski,
Did his pickle plant buddies know he wrote?
Do you think his postal service record said, “…would rather be a writer?”
Did he try out new poetry,
before publication submission,
on dive bar denizens,
over afternoon beers and,
neat belts of whiskey?
Don’t worry, we’ll talk again later this weekend.
|Mood:||Rock*A*Teens-What Took You So Long|
|Music:||East River Pipe-So Much Hate|
I’m having one of those Friday nights. Oh, who am I kidding? This is my stock Friday night. Leave work late, eat dinner, do nothing, try not to think about it too much, then call it a night until electrolysis tomorrow. And I hate it. The house is too quiet, my thoughts are too loud, and I keep listening to the same four songs.
What Took You So Long by Rock*A*Teens
So Much Hate by East River Pipe
You’re a Bigger Jerk Than Me by The Karl Hendricks Rock Band
Up With People (live) by Lambchop
No, they’re not happy songs, but they’re not depressing either…more somber and introspective…like me, tonight. So, is there any problem Up With People can’t solve? Is there a whiskey-soaked, 2 AM insight that that song can’t provide, every time? I don’t believe there is. Every time that song comes on, it’s a light breeze on a summer’s nap, slow motion Roman candles, that second drink, and floating on your back in the lake after a sauna, staring at the stars. Up With People will bail you out of jail, any time, no questions asked.
You’re going to have to excuse this next part. I’m not feeling that great.
So, people are bullshit. If you’re able to glean one lesson from what I write, let it be this: you’re going to die someday and you will die alone. You can arrange a lifetime’s worth of friends and family around your soon-to-be-lifeless corpse, but nothing can change the fact that you’re going to take those last few steps alone. So, you might as well make a peace with solitude. I have. I don’t like it but I don’t have any other choice right now. I’m letters away from an unhinged, nightmare epic of self-pity and recrimination, so let’s just say that I feel like I’ve been trying to truly connect with people and, so far, it doesn’t seem to be working. I’m still hopeful that it’ll work out and that I’ll find my niche, but what do I do until then?
And that was my Friday. How was yours?