August 2007 Archives

Politics is a profession that grew in direct consequence to prostitution. Someone had to convince the disapproving populace that a whore isn't a whore--obviously an obvious whore would never do, therefore the whore who undertook this particular vice had to be careful not to look like a practicing whore, but rather, to blend into the mainstream of the populace--be they whorish or no.

Is whoring wrong?

It isn't wrong because the ghost of human guilt says so, but if there is a negative aspect to it, it is the taking of a thing ordinarily freely traded between organisms and putting the false context of economy on top of it. The bridge between emotional need and market sensitivities is a thing ugly in its own right, where the gift becomes a commodity--and the freedom to give is diminished in dignity by the ability of the gifted to command giving.

Some small epigram occurs to me:

Freedom is antithetical to order as guilt is stronger than love
I wonder, why guilt should be, save that love was not truly felt.

Fashion is the third oldest profession--the whores need clothing to describe their wares, the politicians need clothing to cover their hidden hearts, and the raving populace needs clothing to protect themselves from each others hoary hands.

Honesty--ugly in the mouths of those for whom it comes only with difficulty.

Once Artist, Now Less So

All those days spent meandering through the fields of line, of perspective--or the rejection thereof. What matter, the pain of intensity and the disappointed desires of a fiery mind.

How did it come to this? Now sitting useless, energetic, seeming slothful--but feeling still the inhibited expression that comes of knowing what is and what has been, and what might be.