LATH
Just now I remembered, suddenly, the way it was when I was around 15 years old. I remembered a day in late summer, like today, in a quieter, calmer Tehran. I remembered the feel, the light, the curiosity, recklessness, frustration and the beginning of the end of illusions. It only lasted a split second but it was a trés trés cool feeling, like a combination of reading, thinking, laughing, learning and travelling, and something else I cannot quite place.
Normally I wouldn't have written this but I had a smoke a little earlier and so I did.
Normally I wouldn't have written this but I had a smoke a little earlier and so I did.
posted by Yasmean at 1:59 pm
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Hi,
I think your blog is really really cool. Turns out I'm still looking for a girl. Here in Bath there really arent any. At least none who want to go bowling some nights and dig my Citroen. Maybe I'm in the wrong country dammit all. At least my job is the colest. Web design... Do you have the web in Iran? Cos I can realy fix your shit up. Oh yeah how could you have a blog if you don't have the web. So you must. Haha that was dumb. But mosly I just go out and have a bit of fun, life is pretty ok in Bath, I don't remember when I was 15 I was mostly stoned I guess so at least you and I could have a good smoke and a few laughs. So what language do you know? I can teach you English, yeah, and HTML. If ya like.
Hey can I ask a personnel question, are you married at all? Or can you have many husbands? I want to see your pic. Doesn't have to be naked. Just any pic. If my mates think your ok then I can catch the train down there or summat. But if your married then what about your geezer... I bet I have a better job. And car. So yeah.
You into cinema at all? I like the classy jobs, like Harry Potter and all that stuff. Real well made. And that Minority Report was a stuner, I still remember that, do you think I might be psychic? Sometimes I have these dreams about stuff. Anyway check me blog out. Theres pics and vids too. Oh and check out my FAQ there's stuff there like I won't ever havve sex on the first date. Just stuff to know. And not too big boobs. So yeah. Cheers!
*** Marc ***
sounds of waking birds
strike a melancholy note
to all-night hacker
We used to be some self-absorbed people living In a compromised age about twenty years ago. We hated it, it Was a terrible age, and underneath we liked it in a way, it Was because it gave us the chance to feel like that.
Now it has all changed, and we are older, And we hate the age completely, not nearly so Entranced with our hatred. But now there are lots of younger People entranced with hatred of this terrible age.
While underneath they like it in a way, because It gives them the chance to feel like that. We ourselves feel lost
Because we can't tell them they are compromised like us, That being hard for the self-absorbed to see.
And all the time the ages are getting worse and worse.
A Timbered Choir
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.
I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw
the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;
I came to the city that nobody recognized because it looked like every other city.
I saw the passages worn by the unnumbered
footfalls of those whose eyes were fixed upon the objective.
Their passing had obliterated the graves and the monuments
of those who had died in pursuit of the objective
and who had long ago forever been forgotten, according
to the inevitable rule that those who have forgotten forget
that they have forgotten. Men, women, and children now pursued the objective
as if nobody ever had pursued it before.
The races and the sexes now intermingled perfectly in pursuit of the objective.
the once-enslaved, the once-oppressed were now free
to sell themselves to the highest bidder
and to enter the best paying prisons
in pursuit of the objective, which was the destruction of all enemies,
which was the destruction of all obstacles, which was the destruction of all objects,
which was to clear the way to victory, which was to clear the way to promotion, to salvation, to progress,
to the completed sale, to the signature
on the contract, which was to clear the way
to self-realization, to self-creation, from which nobody who ever wanted to go home
would ever get there now, for every remembered place
had been displaced; the signposts had been bent to the ground and covered over.
Every place had been displaced, every love
unloved, every vow unsworn, every word unmeant
to make way for the passage of the crowd
of the individuated, the autonomous, the self-actuated, the homeless
with their many eyes opened toward the objective
which they did not yet perceive in the far distance,
having never known where they were going,
having never known where they came from.
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