When I first read this at the age of 17 I thought he was describing others around me. Now, listening to this at the age of 36, I realize that he is describing me. The feeling is surprisingly bittersweet.
As someone who hinges my entire identity on being against war, I cannot fail to acknowledge my own capacity for evil. I am nothing more than average and I am overeducated in using complex sounding language to compensate for my lack of liveliness and intelligence. I can't handle solitude because when I am alone, the realization dawns on me that I am alone because I am nothing special. This fuels the purported genius of my hatred in a self-perpetuating cycle of demise towards everyone around me. I simply cannot stand the failure of my own art and there is part of me that would rather watch the world end than to persist with my own purported art being destroyed. I can blame the police for corrupting me with violence, I can blame my family for corrupting me with contaminated blood and a hideous body, and I can blame the world for corrupting me with cultural hypnosis. In the end, I would be celebrated and well respected if I created better art. I would be loved by women if I truly had a soul. So in seeing that I am entirely average, what is the use in continuing to fill the world with the stupidity of my false morals and cheap mimicry? What is the use in continuing to blame women for never giving me the tender warmth of their hearts? What is the use in continuing to even go in public when my greatest use to the world is my own solitude? There is no use, because I am incapable of becoming as important as I have led myself to believe.
I used to feel this way. At least you're now aware. That honestly means something. It sounds corny, but I embraced the monster inside of me. When you can best the beast that is your own ego the world really opens up. It can give you a deeper level of empathy. It doesn't mean you have to give up what's important to you. I never gave up my core principles; I have new labels and perspectives. It does suck when those around you don't get it, though. Listen to what you want though. It's your life. You don't have to be amazing. You just have to be happy with who you are. Then you can work on building a world around you that you want to see. Wish you the best of luck
This is just my personal thoughts about this: There is a you hidden and separate from the you that you present to the world and think to yourself. You're self-aware in regard to the latter two, you perceived yourself to have been corrupted by the external world, you see your own flaws in your logic and philosophy. You, and personally I think everyone regardless of how distorted or withered it is, has a soul. It's up to you to realize your loosing it and save it. Save it though passion, love, and creativity. There is an inate inventiveness, ingenuity, and creativity in being human. In the poem, he said, "Beware the knowers, for they fear what they do not know" You've tapped into the unknown and you're a little scared, that's okay. There's nothing to be scared of or devastated about, access that part of you that desires more for yourself. Find yourself in your passions. Appreciate the beauty in the sort of vapid foolishness of yourself and me and everyone. It's something we all share. I understand what you mean in your post, I feel similarly a lot of time. I am afraid of being average or much worse and pretty dispecably, I'm afraid of how I'm perceived by others. These fears are what is soul-killing. As much as it may seem, the world's not filled with people out to get you or heartless bandits. It's filled with confused, scared, and hopeless people without love or clarity. As a woman, I can tell you that women tend to want to be healers. Most seek out people that need love, if they have some left to give. Sometimes being loved is what we need to kickstart this type of metamorphosis you're going though. Be aware of that and love will follow, it will come in some unexpected form that might save you or kill you, but even that death is a sort of learning and growing process. Best of luck and I hope you create amazing things for this world, one stranger in a crowd to another!!
Gotta get out of your own head once in a while and maybe everyone else won't seem like the problem 99% of the time. I sense an immaturity of sorts that I can't quite place my finger on precisely what it is but just existing long enough should teach you that your uncomfortability level is 90% how your reacting to the 10%, which would be technically 100% of the problem, instead of 10% of the things that happen to you 100% of the time, would have been 100% of the opportunities to either self-reflect or lash out reactionally, emotionally, in the moment, with no discretionary consult and fly by the seat of your pants, which can be fun, is more or less representative of the types of persons that can be found residing in a trash dumpster or standing outside a local unemployment/welfare office complaining about how much the gas prices are. Grow up and stop blaming everyone else for why you aren't happy, force your own happiness and if good, the world will notice and act accordingly. No one likes a whiner, hypocrite, liar or a thief and since we're all stealing each other's ideas and lying about it while we're being hypocrites about being a whiner all the time then I guess we could use a bit of a re-education course to smooth over those rough sides and get our peace of mind back. So, no better time than here and now. Sorry for the biography long comment.
I always worked for God purposes. At last if my God exist - It will touch the same on another. No matter if you are medíocre or mediano. If you keep the same, it will touch each orther heartsbroken.
Lo invitaria a leer unos versos en tu bar mitzvá pero por mas admiracion que le tenga uno. Es que no son la misma cosa. La obra, El artista, La persona y los zapatos. Ojala este comentario lo haya escrito un bot en una halucionacion flashera de dimensiones relativas. No buchón pero bocero-creep-geringo-papanoel de mes de Julio sali aca. CTR
This goes hard
The best!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for this xxxxxx
When I first read this at the age of 17 I thought he was describing others around me. Now, listening to this at the age of 36, I realize that he is describing me. The feeling is surprisingly bittersweet.
That’s probably normal, you were reminded to reset. It’s a daily struggle, man.
@SoItGoes1985 it is, my friend. Take care.
thanks for this post Tom. my favorite poem and my son recited it in English class in elementary school. cheer bud. stay safe.
My name is not aTom. It's Roman motherfucker...
The greatest piece of poetry, what a gift
anyone reading this, open a new youtube tab while this plays and open the "flowers J-dilla" instrumental . Play both simultaneously and enjoy
The mob is scary.
Your scary
@@doomdoom_doom I acknowledge my hatred and evilness you think you are batman or something. Nah your just another person.
Indeed.
As someone who hinges my entire identity on being against war, I cannot fail to acknowledge my own capacity for evil. I am nothing more than average and I am overeducated in using complex sounding language to compensate for my lack of liveliness and intelligence. I can't handle solitude because when I am alone, the realization dawns on me that I am alone because I am nothing special. This fuels the purported genius of my hatred in a self-perpetuating cycle of demise towards everyone around me. I simply cannot stand the failure of my own art and there is part of me that would rather watch the world end than to persist with my own purported art being destroyed. I can blame the police for corrupting me with violence, I can blame my family for corrupting me with contaminated blood and a hideous body, and I can blame the world for corrupting me with cultural hypnosis. In the end, I would be celebrated and well respected if I created better art. I would be loved by women if I truly had a soul. So in seeing that I am entirely average, what is the use in continuing to fill the world with the stupidity of my false morals and cheap mimicry? What is the use in continuing to blame women for never giving me the tender warmth of their hearts? What is the use in continuing to even go in public when my greatest use to the world is my own solitude? There is no use, because I am incapable of becoming as important as I have led myself to believe.
I used to feel this way. At least you're now aware. That honestly means something. It sounds corny, but I embraced the monster inside of me. When you can best the beast that is your own ego the world really opens up. It can give you a deeper level of empathy. It doesn't mean you have to give up what's important to you. I never gave up my core principles; I have new labels and perspectives. It does suck when those around you don't get it, though. Listen to what you want though. It's your life. You don't have to be amazing. You just have to be happy with who you are. Then you can work on building a world around you that you want to see.
Wish you the best of luck
This is just my personal thoughts about this: There is a you hidden and separate from the you that you present to the world and think to yourself. You're self-aware in regard to the latter two, you perceived yourself to have been corrupted by the external world, you see your own flaws in your logic and philosophy. You, and personally I think everyone regardless of how distorted or withered it is, has a soul. It's up to you to realize your loosing it and save it. Save it though passion, love, and creativity. There is an inate inventiveness, ingenuity, and creativity in being human. In the poem, he said, "Beware the knowers, for they fear what they do not know" You've tapped into the unknown and you're a little scared, that's okay. There's nothing to be scared of or devastated about, access that part of you that desires more for yourself. Find yourself in your passions. Appreciate the beauty in the sort of vapid foolishness of yourself and me and everyone. It's something we all share. I understand what you mean in your post, I feel similarly a lot of time. I am afraid of being average or much worse and pretty dispecably, I'm afraid of how I'm perceived by others. These fears are what is soul-killing. As much as it may seem, the world's not filled with people out to get you or heartless bandits. It's filled with confused, scared, and hopeless people without love or clarity. As a woman, I can tell you that women tend to want to be healers. Most seek out people that need love, if they have some left to give. Sometimes being loved is what we need to kickstart this type of metamorphosis you're going though. Be aware of that and love will follow, it will come in some unexpected form that might save you or kill you, but even that death is a sort of learning and growing process. Best of luck and I hope you create amazing things for this world, one stranger in a crowd to another!!
Do me a favor and don't post your thoughts on the internet anymore.. matter a fact...don't even keep a physical journal. Thanks!
Gotta get out of your own head once in a while and maybe everyone else won't seem like the problem 99% of the time. I sense an immaturity of sorts that I can't quite place my finger on precisely what it is but just existing long enough should teach you that your uncomfortability level is 90% how your reacting to the 10%, which would be technically 100% of the problem, instead of 10% of the things that happen to you 100% of the time, would have been 100% of the opportunities to either self-reflect or lash out reactionally, emotionally, in the moment, with no discretionary consult and fly by the seat of your pants, which can be fun, is more or less representative of the types of persons that can be found residing in a trash dumpster or standing outside a local unemployment/welfare office complaining about how much the gas prices are. Grow up and stop blaming everyone else for why you aren't happy, force your own happiness and if good, the world will notice and act accordingly. No one likes a whiner, hypocrite, liar or a thief and since we're all stealing each other's ideas and lying about it while we're being hypocrites about being a whiner all the time then I guess we could use a bit of a re-education course to smooth over those rough sides and get our peace of mind back. So, no better time than here and now. Sorry for the biography long comment.
I always worked for God purposes. At last if my God exist - It will touch the same on another. No matter if you are medíocre or mediano. If you keep the same, it will touch each orther heartsbroken.
so true
Can I get the full poem
Yes.
Lo invitaria a leer unos versos en tu bar mitzvá pero por mas admiracion que le tenga uno. Es que no son la misma cosa. La obra, El artista, La persona y los zapatos. Ojala este comentario lo haya escrito un bot en una halucionacion flashera de dimensiones relativas. No buchón pero bocero-creep-geringo-papanoel de mes de Julio sali aca. CTR
He's describing liberals
Oooooooooooooooooohhh that's a bingo ! !
Don't try. To read Bukowski. Art