Long day, few beers. Got my work done, and thought, “why not read Jeremiah?”. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I do half the things I do, but I seem to be productive.
Anyway, I’m in the middle of the destruction of Judah, Babylon, etc., when it hit me that the prophecies of Jeremiah reminded me of the Dada of the First World War. I visited the Cabaret Voltaire when I lived in Switzerland. There is a small marker in the wall where it was, marking the spot. I found it.
When you speak nonsense, are you not forecasting disaster? Do the practitioners of this not understand this on some level? I think they do.
Even though I oppose it on the basis of principle, I still find myself watching pornography on occasion, which is to say roughly five minutes a month. I haven’t had a girlfriend for some time since I am a complex person, and refuse to use women simply because I was born with some damn hormones that drive me nuts.
Today I was watching this woman, and paused it, and saw that she was thinking “this is all life is; there isn’t anything else, is there?”. I immediately felt shame. Am I not complicit in ruining the innocence of this woman?
We all share blame for the state of our society. We all know what is right, and we either do it or we don’t. The blessings America has known stem from trying to do what is right. If that ends, our specialness ends. Everything ends in blood and smoke, finally, so it is really just a question of time, but I like to think we can salvage our project, and move it forward. Certainly, that is the operative assumption of much of my work. I could be wrong, but I’ll err with vigor.