So... you know how it is... standing in front a blank piece of e-paper not knowing what to write... and then... it hits you.... i'm going to send that... and I won't read it again... be careful though... it might not be that pleasant... and with that final warning.... I shall begin... A.R.T. A.northodox: seems and meaningless to say that Art's something that has to do with every expression of everyday life... R.hodes: is an island in the south east part of Greece that tourists love and locals hate... Why? I don't know... it's the only part of Greece that Americans know though... T.ough: it's so hard to find something that can make you feel happy and contempt... and as Dan Treacy says: "and every time I felt so good I felt guilty and I thought I'd better off when sad"... Don't you always have this feeling that yourself isn't really yourself and sometimes when you talk or do whatever, you can see your morbid self from above doing or saying all those stupid things... and you think... yer...well, that's not me... that's not who I'm supposed to be... Don't you sometimes express your love or affection just to realise soon afterwards that this is not love that you're feeling but a lame need to reassure yourself that you're capable of feeling... I mean... feeinig in general?? and... L.O.V.E. L.ies: the ultimate component... lies is the secret ingredient of a successful relationship... lies can get you anywhere... to a festive orgasmic self satisfactory extravaganza... whereas, honesty takes you nowhere... usually... unless it takes you to that dark, gloomy place where you'll be all by yourself wondering what went wrong this time.... yer... keep wondering... O.aths: breakable... V.ersatile: yer... can happen even to the best of you... with your good intensions... good intensions have been the curse of my life.... E.asy: it's so easy and painless to say that everything in life's temporary and that we should grab life from the horns - as my granny used to say - it's so easy to fall in love when you want to fall in love just to say and show that you're capable of falling in love... I wonder... where's that someone who would be able to see deep inside of us and love us for what we are? and what puzzles me the most is... would they see the real us or they'd just see the act that we're playing? Are we so much into this role that we've forgotten who we really are? that's so scary.... Represantation's taken over... Real life's been remoted as mere represantation... Art and Love are just represantations... is there an artist that I should know and I don't know that actually stand in front of his camvas and spit his guts on it? This is painful.... as painful the reading of this "letter" must have been.... To be really really honest - for a change - I don't read all the posts to this list... I find loads of them absolutely boring... why should I care about the new spot that suddenly's appeared on this poor boy's/girl's face just before their so important date? why should I care about Ms X's body part's? it's funny though, I have to admit... it's desperate... that makes it funny in a bitter way.... why should I care about book lists? I'd rather worry about my shoping list and my empty freeze and heart... .... and some B&S context.... just in case.... I think Stuart's an artist... whatever that means to you... he's a poet... and he's in suffering... being happy in a miserable world.... and I think that loads of you would fall all over him and tear him apart if you had the chance... like this horror movie... how was it called? can't remember... with that thing that had no form, was just a mass of cells struggling to devour everything that had the bad luck to find themselves in it's way... self-loathing.... that's the key word... this was quite long... I have to say here that I'm in a rotten mood and that explains a lot... but I believe what I've said... ...and a last cheerful thought.... there's only one way to be happy in this world... when you cherish the moments and consider life as a present... we... poor souls.... we can't save the world... we're just struggling to save ourselves... L.O.V.E. to you all.... and some love+abitmorelove to some of you.... kisses+molotovcocteilbombs V.F. PS: I know I've written some crappy stuff here... PpS: I'm sorry for my bad english... but as a foreigner I should be excused... PppS: and... given the opportunity I'd like to greet all wealthy fathers that pay their children's fees for fancy colleges such as St.Martin's in London... loads of money and no talent... pitty.... 15 MINUTES Mr.WARHOL.... 15 MINUTES....... ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@missprint.org". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@missprint.org". 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