IS BACK

After a long hiatus, I am back to blogging, though I have a tenuous feeling about everything at the moment, I wrote a poem about it, about the confusions definitively determining our times, but I'll be a little more elaborative:

Things use to make sense in my sisters time (I have two older sisters a generation older than me). They were teens in the 80's when reading books like The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo didn't make them wonder about the state of mind that shaped such a production. An age when production and reproduction were all we had to worry about, now there is the distribution of production, and things like torrents and P2P sharing make life that much quicker, easier, lazy.

I dont know, i think back to all the limited stuff i know: mom lectured me for not being too politically savy and all I recall is how I couldn't tell the difference between a guy pretending to be a politician and the actual politician. Maybe there was something to that: maybe our illusions have seeped too far into reality that differentiating between them has made us all a little crazy.

There is this joke, Lebanese in nature, about this kid I dont know who he was, but during some protest, he went up to a police car and with his afro curls screamed "Where is the Government?", which makes me think "Where is the foundation". If Judith Butler is right, and the foundation should be, needs to be questioned, then the foundation is foundationless.

How do you create when the act of creating has been hijacked by the confusion of our times, when everything leads to some kind of question? Maybe it has always been like this, but the weight of it seems to plague our generation more so then ever. It plagues me. Who would like to know how the world ticks and whether or not this tock has anything to do with me.