the ugly truth
in response to THIS:
But the more I write on the internet, the more I keep bumping up against people who don’t want to wonder and move. They want to stand still in the simplicity of knowing it all.
The truth is a mess of lies and broken bones. First it’s this. Then it’s that. And then it’s gone. Is that bleak and negative and hopeless and ugly? What’s the alternative? If I bring up Haiti (or Auschwitz), it’s not like I’m TRYING to be hopeless and ugly. It just fucking is hopeless and ugly. That’s what it is, man, when people fly planes into buildings and the earth swallows 200,000 people. No one gets out alive. That makes ME a bummer?
If you think I’m a bummer, then I feel misunderstood.
i was just discussing this concept today WRT suburbia, and some of the people who decide to live there, and how different their worldviews must be than mine. not everyone, but some of them, trying to escape all the inequities of the world and live in a clean little bubble, and how i either ride my bike or the bus or the car through the ghetto at least 2x a day, and almost every time i see something that makes my heart break. why am i choosing this instead of what they have chosen? sometimes i think it’s because it helps me to see the truth of this world, a point of view i cannot live without; it keeps me grounded, and compassionate. keeping yourself protected only breeds isolationist tendencies.
that whole Keats “beauty is truth, truth beauty” thing – i call bullshit. sometimes there is nothing beautiful about it, despite the poetic temptation of believing everything that has truth in it is beautiful. i agree there is so much beauty in the world that sometimes it is enough to make you want to cry; that doesn’t exclude the opposite from also being true. i think about this a lot, really – how to be positive in a world full of negative, without putting blinders on. and i also hate that some people think i’m a downer because these are the things that fill my brain – these things i didn’t create, and sometimes i need to talk about them, hoping that words will help.
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