Accompanying Music for This Post: ‘Cerulean Twilight’ by Anathema 3:51 through 6:44 inclusive
Originality. It’s impossible. From album to album, film to film, book to book it’s the same shit. The sickening and inescapable clichés that filter into everything. Try to escape them, go on you can’t. It’s a bit like trying to boycott Nestlé. It’s impossible. So I make my mark by writing arpeggioed minor key toss on guitar and use craaazy marquee html on my blog. Fight the system.
Still, over time this awkward site has gone from ranting to half-baked philosophising and back again, in turn developing after all this time a kind of purpose. The thing is, I can’t put it into words. If I had to, it might be something twee like “isn’t life daft” or maybe something a little gloomier. Or more truthfully, something egotistical like “here’s my important opinions on life” or “this things I believe”.
I’m fully aware of the irony in having so called existential musings and rants about society on a mass-produced blog on the Internet. Thankyouverymuch Wordpress. The fact that I’m full of it doesn’t escape me either. Still, better to acknowledge the hypocrisy and use it as carte blanche to write anything you want than let it go unmentioned.
So for the minute, unlike Will, this blog remains. Don’t expect too much sense to follow. Nonetheless, to try and attach some logic to the bits and pieces, I’ve added a ‘Further Reading’ section to the right hand column. (Expect it to burgeon over time). This means I can talk about anything then make it seem like a radical slice of academia by linking to someone else’s wise words.
What a hunk of crap this all really is. I think I feel the need to completely rubbish every post on here, destroying my efforts, as it’s such toss. A bit like wot John Stuart Mill did innit. See I’m doing it already.