—as I understand it, objectified, as expressed in Lewis’s singular & magical way, is a philosophical musing on the weight (not light) of being —the cycle of mortality, “...children are clumsy people...old people are rotting children...”
This is why to be objectified
IS a relief— it means embracing the emptiness; nothingness, living as a “natural THING; just like any THING.”
Think about it & be honest: We fuck up a LOT in objectifying people; ideas, too. I mean, I adore Jeffrey Lewis via his music & art; does that mean I objective him? Um, yeah, probably. (That’s for another day).
In any event, there is reality & “reality,” which is gorgeous & horrible— there are magnificent sunsets, majestic mountains, & yes, pale-pink seashells & buildings we “live” in— & we collect stuff & assign all kinds of meanings to them, & as I’m writing this, I’m thinking of those 2 lines in Governors on Sominex (DC. Berman), where he wrote, “Souvenirs only reminded you of buying them...[and] Somehow the sea was always there to make you feel stupid.”
I didn’t even get to touch on love! I’d like to, but not now.
—as I understand it, objectified, as expressed in Lewis’s singular & magical way, is a philosophical musing on the weight (not light) of being —the cycle of mortality, “...children are clumsy people...old people are rotting children...”
This is why to be objectified IS a relief— it means embracing the emptiness; nothingness, living as a “natural THING; just like any THING.”
Think about it & be honest: We fuck up a LOT in objectifying people; ideas, too. I mean, I adore Jeffrey Lewis via his music & art; does that mean I objective him? Um, yeah, probably. (That’s for another day).
In any event, there is reality & “reality,” which is gorgeous & horrible— there are magnificent sunsets, majestic mountains, & yes, pale-pink seashells & buildings we “live” in— & we collect stuff & assign all kinds of meanings to them, & as I’m writing this, I’m thinking of those 2 lines in Governors on Sominex (DC. Berman), where he wrote, “Souvenirs only reminded you of buying them...[and] Somehow the sea was always there to make you feel stupid.”
I didn’t even get to touch on love! I’d like to, but not now.