NEW AGE MUSIC
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Lo! for a man doth squander his youth
[i do not address a long hiatus]
today i am twenty years old; i indulge the youngman's prerogative to discuss himself. what but that is a personal blog from such a one for ?
the title of this post is the title and first line of a poem i do not write, a poem i thought about and pondered and half-drafted in my head over the course of the week before my teen years ended. i hadnt committed it to text of any sort until just now when i titled this post.
i am no poet
at least none that writes poetry
nor bears pretense to that descriptor
so none, then
no poet in deed
i spent my birthday with my mother, i
went to a zoo and
ate mexican food.
such constitutes the factual of my experience;
i had a very pleasant day, i was refreshed.
the canniness--the 'home-like'
character of such a day is reassuring and grounding,
particularly given how much of the actual event of
entering my twenties
was dedicated to trying to get at what it felt like and meant to do so.
there's a significant degree to which teenhood had to end in ambiguity and confusion; in this sentiment i explicitly refuse to try and address a universal, i limit my purview to my own experience.
i had an identity, of a kind: an identity of disengagement and limitation. the reasons for that identity, its component parts, no longer Are.
i have not yet reconstructed an identity which suits complete humanity nor personhood--i simply do not quite know how yet.
this is a truth about me; i publish this truth on the internet because authorship is a joke in all the ways that word can be read: it is a parlor trick (to address notions of perceived universal application or import and convey elements of one's internal through distanciated content production? absurd ) and a
i refuse to continue that discussion
how's that for authorship ?
this too addresses an element of becoming 20, this flightiness. this too is an Individual which i put forth as an element of the greater concept in question here: this is a time during which there are few certainties other than one's self [one's-self] , and to be and feel detached from one's identity is difficult. all the elements of who one may be are present, you are the person you will be, but not exactly. you have become someone, but it is not clear who yet, nor when[ce] that person arrives to or from or et cetera and on and on
what i think i am saying is here is a picture of bob dylan at 20 years old:
this is a figure who prefigured and iterated the narrative of the boomers as humans living lives, a figure i explicitly attend and lionize as a cultural produc[{t(ion)}(er)] and model of a human Existing
he was 20 when he began his explicit musical career
[if i may interject, it is this moment the aniversarial moment of my birth]
it is literally Important not to try and extend one's self perception across others in one's temporal peer group; rihanna i believe was 19 and chris brown 20 at the time of the Hitting occurrence; miley cyrus is 17; alexander pope was 19 when he wrote his Essay on Criticism [he had basically just read a shitload of greek bros' shit, that was his qualification to be A Poet]
i cannot create a Meaningful Moment to Encapsulate what this 'turning twenty' Represents or how i Feel about it
this is itself meaningful, but not very
just like turning 20 after being 19 for a year and a teen for seven-ish
[schwanz]
today i am twenty years old; i indulge the youngman's prerogative to discuss himself. what but that is a personal blog from such a one for ?
the title of this post is the title and first line of a poem i do not write, a poem i thought about and pondered and half-drafted in my head over the course of the week before my teen years ended. i hadnt committed it to text of any sort until just now when i titled this post.
i am no poet
at least none that writes poetry
nor bears pretense to that descriptor
so none, then
no poet in deed
i spent my birthday with my mother, i
went to a zoo and
ate mexican food.
such constitutes the factual of my experience;
i had a very pleasant day, i was refreshed.
the canniness--the 'home-like'
character of such a day is reassuring and grounding,
particularly given how much of the actual event of
entering my twenties
was dedicated to trying to get at what it felt like and meant to do so.
there's a significant degree to which teenhood had to end in ambiguity and confusion; in this sentiment i explicitly refuse to try and address a universal, i limit my purview to my own experience.
i had an identity, of a kind: an identity of disengagement and limitation. the reasons for that identity, its component parts, no longer Are.
i have not yet reconstructed an identity which suits complete humanity nor personhood--i simply do not quite know how yet.
this is a truth about me; i publish this truth on the internet because authorship is a joke in all the ways that word can be read: it is a parlor trick (to address notions of perceived universal application or import and convey elements of one's internal through distanciated content production? absurd ) and a
i refuse to continue that discussion
how's that for authorship ?
this too addresses an element of becoming 20, this flightiness. this too is an Individual which i put forth as an element of the greater concept in question here: this is a time during which there are few certainties other than one's self [one's-self] , and to be and feel detached from one's identity is difficult. all the elements of who one may be are present, you are the person you will be, but not exactly. you have become someone, but it is not clear who yet, nor when[ce] that person arrives to or from or et cetera and on and on
what i think i am saying is here is a picture of bob dylan at 20 years old:
this is a figure who prefigured and iterated the narrative of the boomers as humans living lives, a figure i explicitly attend and lionize as a cultural produc[{t(ion)}(er)] and model of a human Existing
he was 20 when he began his explicit musical career
[if i may interject, it is this moment the aniversarial moment of my birth]
it is literally Important not to try and extend one's self perception across others in one's temporal peer group; rihanna i believe was 19 and chris brown 20 at the time of the Hitting occurrence; miley cyrus is 17; alexander pope was 19 when he wrote his Essay on Criticism [he had basically just read a shitload of greek bros' shit, that was his qualification to be A Poet]
i cannot create a Meaningful Moment to Encapsulate what this 'turning twenty' Represents or how i Feel about it
this is itself meaningful, but not very
just like turning 20 after being 19 for a year and a teen for seven-ish
[schwanz]
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