Steve wrote-
Quote:I think its for the fillies to say if they feel patronised spendy.
Very funny. I bet that has our delectable hostess neighing all round the paddock.
The member for Droitwich wrote-
Quote:Bendi, you are one hell of a superior, sniffy, picky, incoherent front bottom
It's a "front bottom" smorgsy. The Temple of Venus is a long way from there. Like beauty incoherence is in the mind of the beholder.
ros wrote-
Quote:Spendi is consistent across threads and continents.
Thank you ros. It's a function of standing on solid ground is consistency.
Ellpus wrote-
Quote:I would like to add sour, argumentative and lonely.
Sour? Assertion.
Argumentative? Pleasantry doesn't take you so far. Mere contactless sociability. A voiding of something I know not what.
Lonely? Well yes. I plead guilty.
What's up with loneliness? Montcrief translates Proust saying "We are indeed all alone." David Reisman has a famous book, which I have a nice copy of, titled The Lonely Crowd. Lennon had a weak song about all those lonely people. A much better one is Dylan's To Be Alone With You. All Along The Watchtower is a power cable of loneliness. (see 1981 versions).
"I've stumbled up the sides of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans."
I'd done that by the time I was allowed to vote. Not that I would mind you. What a ridiculous idea voting is eh ros? You said we were in a mess and it's all been voted for.
The whole Faustian project, which you so blithely take for granted and to which you owe every convenience and even your very lives, is posited on the lonely ego adrift in the infinities.
Rembrandt tried to paint it. Look at those self portraits. So did Warhol. Baroque chamber music is the very voice of loneliness in it's youth. You want Monteverdi for the kid's stuff. Shakespeare is stuffed up to the gunwales with loneliness imagery. All Western art is. Anything that isn't isn't art.
"Oh my God! Am I here all alone." Dylan has been known to howl into the amplifiers like a dog with it's foot in a trap. You have to see Dylan.
The infinite solitude is the "felt" home of the Faustian spirit and all our art is a feeble attempt to describe it and conjure it. It is Science. And it is religious to the infinitesimal centre. It is beyond all sense actualities. It is behind the sun in those regions where new worlds are created.
Seigfried, Parzeval, Tristan, (and Isolde), Hamlet, Faust, Spendius: the lonliest heroes ever imagined. You can feel the mud on the boots in Homer.
I'm not lonely enough to need a dog for company.
In To Ramona there is this-
"Deep in my heart Babe I know there's no help I can bring."
Bit different from the "Can I f**k you now?" songs eh? with their unimaginitive catalogue of lies.
Pop music is a denial of it for the frightened. It's not timeless. Look at Mercury sing "nothing really matters---toooooo meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. That's pretty lonely. He could howl pretty good.
Oh- I nearly forgot Munch. Musn't forget Munch must we!
I don't take it seriously myself but I'm glad about all the wonders it has brought. I'm off to Old Trafford tonight by way of the couch, a spliff, the volume control, and an up bet at 1.8 on the millionairre sandwich-board men who are playing at home. It's more exciting than the raindrops on the cave wall. I think. They might have been playing for the girls then.
Unlike now.
