what else am i supposed to do at work??? Enjoy!
“The Natural Philosopher’s Lament”
it’s almost been a decade, and you’re a phantom still
a trick of hope and fantasy, in a bitter sugar pill
you won’t unveil the shape you take, or let me hear your voice
as you basque in shade of knowledge, beneath the tree of choice
so i’ve combed this tangled fabric, to try and find a seam
evidence I’m not the only actor, cast in this lucent dream
calm for me, this tired heart, as it races speed of sound
before it breaks the barrier, or the other way around
I remember when we first met, back when I was so young
a student of post-modern theory, a child of convention
twenty years in the classroom, did well to numb my feet
keep me captive, through tired lectures, droning in repeat
too weak to stay awake for long, i had slumped down in my chair
repeating the words, “alone, alone” until you found me there
you did something for me that day, you saved my life I’m sure
but when breath no longer fills my lungs, will faith still be a cure?
maybe i was too willing, and eager to believe
in things that bring the weary comfort, the mind and soul, reprieve
i’m older now, it’s true, I know, we see things we want to see
and hunger’s love of the apple, can outweigh pull of gravity
but still, it makes me wonder, would Newton’s tears be spilled?
to see the poor-thing science maimed, and mathematics killed
so though i’d like to help you, this grave may be your bed
for when logic’s turned against feeling, imagination’s dead
on the subway, i want to help you. you looked at me hopefully a few times, as if to say, “Should I be wearing this large, floppy, beret, jauntily, to one side? Should I have paired it with this dark lavendar pashmina? Tucked ascot style into my tweed jacket? I only ask because I either have no roommate, or the roommate I have and who I did aske, clearly is either crazy, or untrustworthy. Again, sorry to bother you, miss. Just don’t want to look like a gigantic asshole, you understand.”
Wow, I really pinpointed that look. God, I’m on sometimes.
i now understand why my parents thought this movie was terrible when we originally watched it in 1989.
another note. who uses diaphrams? they highlight it in this film as a contraceptive device some of the characters use. i’m convinced no one ever uses a diaphram.
next time i have meaningless, empty, hot, sex, i will say, “hold on a sec, let me just get my diaphram” just to see what he’ll say. then, i’ll say “haha, just kidding. you’ll pull out, right?”
and then we’ll do it.
who am i kidding. it’s free internet porn for me.
I hate when they list something in the nutritional facts section as “natural” flavors. could they possibly pin it down anymore than that? what exactly constitutes a flavor that isn’t “natural” anyway? something conjured up by Harry Fucking Potter?
Sorry to speak like that toward you Harry, I don’t know what I’m getting all bent out of shape at you for.
While I still hate the book and think Ayn Rand was insane, my fury has cooled a bit, and I am able to say this:
Though nuts, she may have been a genius. I kind of think she was trying to piss people off, and used verbosity to her advantage. I can’t say I’ve thought more about a book in recent years. Though nothing she said was extraordinarily provocative, she did have a way of hammering it into me in a way that makes me think, “hey, maybe it’s time i actually take this crap seriously.” that is to say, there’s a difference between believing in a principle and actually applying it to life.
last thing i will say, how the hell did this shitty line get into a 752 page book that said almost nothing interesting, let alone totally retarded as this line:
“His voice had the quality of a downpayment on terror.”
Is that not the stupidest line ever????
