When the Fall comes, it leaves
our World barren, fully exposed,
Life tumbling from on high back
to Earth, the illusion of all that is
swirling down unto dust
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| About This Blog--or falling through the looking glass sure fucks up your plans |
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Back in early 2007 I never really thought about the naming of this blog much beyond the scope of my own progression--it being in accelerating decline even from a bohemian's austere perspective at that juncture--my usual careful scrutiny of the world scene and those that claim to rule us obscured by a crazy karmic love affair with a charmingly predatory girl--although it was plain as paint to any outside the mainstream, a general collapse was already well in progress... And such old news to me by this point I had to go on walk-about, or maybe go insane-- Hell, I had been headed out of the Country, so weary and burnt-out after 40 years of just knowing for a fact it was all going to fail, I'd finally let down my guard and skipped Alaska, sick of the weather, the politics, the spoiled, fucked-up women and most of all, with my own mis-spent life. Yet, now with "In the Time of Losing It All" (the title of this blog) being so completely right-on and very Atropos to what was looking like a "final solution" to the current world situation, it was all starting to make sense--of why I'd been going through hell all these years, of why I had finally walked away from my possessions, indeed all that had mattered in life, feeling as if I'd lost my soul-- It boils down to this, these days the only way to face reality without flinching is to have no stake in the game--nothing left to lose, nolo contendre', no longer even worried about death itself ... as if falling through the looking glass for the third or fourth time in one's life was key to realizing the ill to what we've become--and being not afraid to say it, sometimes even when pissed-- Good thing this is fiction--only the rantings of an invented fictional character, a supposed, retired mountain man/guide/trapper/irreverent rounder and general renegade against most all of progress since the flintlock rifle was king, railing about the fictional perceptions he's had in his life. Now in his mid-fifties haunted by so much of what he has lived, he's traveled back to the start, as a writer this time, to finally realize it really does matter what you've done along the way, the choices you've made, if you are to gauge what to do with the future, and the reasons you've used in the past-- Otherwise you might get offended when you understand that I'm talking about you, about us--about the future of the world that we're leaving. Like I said, "Thank God it's fiction." Have a nice fucking trip-- Always on the long trail, even when standing still, Tobias Stewart
August 29--2008 |
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