Monday, September 28, 2009

who is adam powers?

Maybe now that I'm tired (am i tired? or is that also an illusion?) I will be more truthful. Or true morer. Or maybe I'll say something of significance, something that doesn't travel around in circles. Maybe I'll shit out something pretty.

I feel...calm.
I feel...cold. Well my hands are frigid, and they're easy to feel because whisps of the air coming from the slightly opened windows rush through my fingers whenever the scurry across the keys. That coldness extends to my wrist--and that whole description is mainly for my right hand. My left is tepid. My legs and feet are petty cold, but that'd be obvious if you could see me in my plaid shorts and plaid flip flops. Is that allowed in the fashion rule book? I like it. According to one of Kennedy's photos, it's called plaiering (plaid layering). I creep on facebooks a lot, because i have nothing better to do--no, that's not it. It's probably because I don't invest enough interest in my own life--wait wait wait, that can't be it, I'm completely vain! Though when i think about it sometimes I can't help but picture myself as a flat human being. I feel sometimes that I've built myself up as a poweful idea, yet that's all that coomprises the idea: there is no actual backing or evidence or traits that the idea is made out of. I think I'm just perceiveing myself how I want to be percieved--or maybe I'm even percieveing myself as I want other people to percieve me. This is probably the most honest perspective of myself, and frankly i'm unimpressed to the point of disgust. No no, that's not true. I pity myself and I'm sad for myself, I'm not detachedly appalled at my wormy, parasitic, flat self. I think I've come to this diecision through literature. It's terribly sad when the complexity of literary characters reveal the simplicity in yourself. And by yourself, we mean myself. Well thank you Zora Neal Hurston and Janie Crawford/Killick/Starks/Cake. (yeah i should be doing my essay now). So now the problem is the solution. How do I build myself up?--No no no, that's not the way to go about it. The goal shouldn't be to be something, in fact, there doesn't need to be a goal. The way to go about it is to ask myself: "what do i like? what do i not like? what do i want to create? how?" i might even ask "why?" and when i can answer those questions i'll know myself. or at least i'll be closer to it. i don't need a complicated prodedure including dramatics and a transformative story and a long ordeal to discover insight into myself. I can go about it in a rational way: by writing a blog during an all nighter when I only have one essay left to do. logical. so...
what do i like?
what do i want to create?
how?
why?

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