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They give birth astride of a grave,
the light gleams an instant,
then it's night once more.
Waiting for Godot
by Samuel Beckett
by Samuel Beckett
"I think that the realization of oneself
is the prime aim of life."
Three Trials of Oscar Wilde
"Very few among us have the courage
openly to set up
our own standard of values
and abide by it."
- Oscar Wilde
"That’s the dark secret of our time,
no one mentions it,
but every time
one opens a door
one is greeted by a shrill,
desperate and inaudible scream."
- Doris Lessing
Ghost of Oscar Wilde here
I am fascinated by this medium called YouTube
where ordinary people may voice their views on every topic imaginable, including
melodramas found on something called a flat screen TV of all things.
Roland and I have been viewing a program each of us had missed, Runaways.
we turned to YouTube to see how others enjoyed it.
We stumbled upon the reactions of the lovely Eden Singer from New Zealand
(Yes, my affections are drawn to my own gender,
but I can appreciate beauty no matter where I find it.)
There came that moment at the melodrama's ending
where two young women kissed in open admission of their love for one another.
Eden openly wept, apologizing to the viewers for the tears.
(as did Roland, though he is painfully heterosexual, in that it hurts when a beautiful woman looks through him.)
Eden felt acknowledged, seen, and considered of worth enough
to be represented in this culture which often only mouths tolerance.
Eden spent hard-saved money to travel to Las Vegas
to attend a convention celebrating those television melodramas
which dare to include those who are often called queer.
Roland and I applaud their persistence in staying true to their hearts
despite what many say behind closed doors.
To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development.
To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
The public has always, and in every age, been badly brought up.
And it has been brought up by those who decree what entails acceptable entertainment.
But their time has passed and they do not know what to do.
They were told what they wanted,
They can only keep their dream alive
by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions.
People’s beliefs and convictions are mostly obtained second-hand, and without examination,
from authorities who have not themselves examined the questions at issue
whose opinions about them were not worth a brass farthing.
where ordinary people may voice their views on every topic imaginable, including
melodramas found on something called a flat screen TV of all things.
Roland and I have been viewing a program each of us had missed, Runaways.
Finished with its short run,
We stumbled upon the reactions of the lovely Eden Singer from New Zealand
(Yes, my affections are drawn to my own gender,
but I can appreciate beauty no matter where I find it.)
There came that moment at the melodrama's ending
where two young women kissed in open admission of their love for one another.
Eden openly wept, apologizing to the viewers for the tears.
But I understood
(as did Roland, though he is painfully heterosexual, in that it hurts when a beautiful woman looks through him.)
Eden felt acknowledged, seen, and considered of worth enough
to be represented in this culture which often only mouths tolerance.
Though living in New Zealand,
Eden spent hard-saved money to travel to Las Vegas
to attend a convention celebrating those television melodramas
which dare to include those who are often called queer.
Roland and I applaud their persistence in staying true to their hearts
despite what many say behind closed doors.
To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development.
To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
It is no less than a denial of the soul.
The public has always, and in every age, been badly brought up.
And it has been brought up by those who decree what entails acceptable entertainment.
But their time has passed and they do not know what to do.
They were told what they wanted,
and they believed it.
They can only keep their dream alive
by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions.
from authorities who have not themselves examined the questions at issue
but have taken them second-hand
from other non-examiners,
whose opinions about them were not worth a brass farthing.
Pay me no mind.
After all, I was imprisoned for daring to live these thoughts ...
until Mark Twain and Captain McCord broke me out of prison.
(in an alternate version of this world
of course.)
"love has to be reinvented, that's for certain". (Rimbaud)
ReplyDeletePerhaps it is each time someone falls in love? :-)
DeleteI must admit I'm a bit puzzled by the popularity of videos by people who show up on YouTube just to react to other people's works.
ReplyDeleteThis has become an isolated society. Often people like shows that no one in their circle enjoys. Watching reaction videos help them feel connected to like minded individuals I believe. :-)
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