Wednesday, November 14, 2007

How Does It Feel

How does it feel when you are tied up, burnt in fire?
How does it feel when somebody pours a bottle of abrasive to your face?
How does it feel when a Mobil truck crashes your little passenger car?
How does it feel when you are raped in Los Angeles street?

How does it feel when you see your comrade bombed in the battlefield?
How does it feel when you've been drinking for four days?
How does it feel when your love despises you?
How does it feel when your parents die?

You feel like how I feel now.
When Grass-eater doesn't show up at my doorstep anymore,
That's how it feels.
Light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul.

35 comments:

Bob said...

Oops….I guess you didn’t like my first comment here…!!



That’s ok….

Your redaction is just another bit of evidence as to why you are so interesting.

Downtown Chick said...

It doesn't matter what you comment. Just don't mention any personal information here (you *thought* you knew) on this blog please. Respect anonymity. Thank you. (3rd warning, red)

Bob said...

sorry…didn’t think anything identifiable was included. [DTC and her creator are at times indistinguishable…]

Downtown Chick said...

See, this's a #1 essay question for Literary Theory 101...

And still, people give different answers.

The death of the author is the birth of the reader (until he tells the world who she is).

Bob said...

Ah but there are many critics of Roland Barthes’ notion of an idealized separation of the literary work from the author…me being one of them! [hahah…as if I were in that league!!]

In fact, I tend to think the desired separation as RB intended it was self-contradictory.

That being said….it certainly was — and is — a provocative notion — and his essay deserves to be read by all generations of readers and writers — as they progressively are born and die.

Some deep shit, huh!

Downtown Chick said...

See see see?! Caught you! If you argue against the idealized separation of the literary work from the author, you already proves such notion itself! The birth of the READER!

Hah!
:-D

Bob said...

Not so fast….DTC….!

Self-reference is endemic to the act of writing…what appears to be a “looking at” something from a distance, objectifying it, analyzing it, is no more than a self-manifestation. No artist [painter, sculptor, musician, poet….] can escape themselves. That’s not merely the main theme of their work…it IS the ONLY thing thay do….express themselves.

What else is Dali’s “The Persistence of Memory” other than an introspective look at himself.

And…hey…DTC herself….when she quotes Barthes
all she’s doing is revealing herself to the multitudes — not merely in the content…but in the manner.

Your “Hah!” gives you away, my dear!!!!

Downtown Chick said...

Not so fast….Professor Bob….!

La persistencia de la memoria is def done after a date with Freud, just like the quotation of Barthes is def the result of a date with Barthes. You know, these pretentious writers and artists all have transcultural orgies or they can't write or paint...

Guarantee you can't really find me with a Barthes's book on my hand at all cuz everybody thought I'm a porn star. Hah! Hah! Hah!
;-D

Bob said...

Holy *penmanshit*, Batman…”pretentious writers…transcultural orgies….”??

“I resemble that remark!” [Marx, among numerous others…Groucho, not Karl.]

[I tried out to be a porn star — but failed the audition….couldn’t remember my lines….]

Downtown Chick said...

Oh it’s really easy. When the man’s done speaking something, you just say “Oh, interesting…” Then they shine their camera and never check on your Barthes.

Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah
;-P

Bob Pielke said...

Whew...and I thought they were only intersted in deconstructing my exaggerated sense of personal mythologies!

Or, maybe they just wanted me to foucault until I dropped.

Downtown Chick said...

Aw, my guess is you're not in a porn audition then... You sure that's not an academic cat fight?

Downtown Chick said...

And by the way, as much as I try all my best to avoid being a pussy, I do love foucault-ing until I drop in a cat fight so much... No hair, no hair... Just words...

Bob Pielke said...

Egads...I'm being double entendred out of ma tête in a cat-fight-like tête-à-tête, I bet. And yet, no sweat...no need to fret...no one's been wet in the caberet [sic]. Foucault-ing till dawn...no winner...no loser is still a safe bet.

Downtown Chick said...

Is that a post-structuralist game you can buy in Toys R Us called No Winner No Loser you meant?

Bob Pielke said...

Naaaahhhhh....it was a deconstructed joke! Here's one that's been around for a while:

"Q: How many deconstructionists does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A: Even the framing of this question makes a grid of patriarchal assumptions that reveals a slavish devotion to phallocentric ideas - such as, technical accomplishment has inherent value, knowledge can be attained and quantities of labor can be determined empirically, all of which makes a discourse which further marginalizes the already disenfranchised."

Downtown Chick said...

It's a joke but I don't see why it's a deconstructed joke?

Bob Pielke said...

Oh hell...I forget what was in my mind at the time...other than the lost art of Foucault-ing. I think it had something to do an analysis by Sidney Lanier: "all alliteration which attracts any attention as alliteration is loud."

Downtown Chick said...

So Foucault-ing is just reduced to basically arguing for arguing? Come on that's a little too crude.

Bob Pielke said...

[Allegedly] Some people do argue for the sake of arguing. But I think that's a bit simplistic ["crude"?]. Those that do so, I think, have other, deeper motives. And that gets into psychology [maybe even that simplistic, overblown and overrated Freudian kind].

…as when a youngish male child "pulls the hair" of the literally "sweet young thing" sitting in the desk in front of him. There's more going on than the mere affront to her coiffure.

Egad...am I "deconstructing" the seeminly meaningless jabber of such arguments??

;-)

Downtown Chick said...

All I had a problem with were just some "bi" Foucault camp women that slept with every other ugly chick in the room no men (or prettier lesbians) wanted then married their male students like buying a puppy picking up on my every single patriarchal vocabulary. I was like, come on dude, go get a life you freaking pathetic academic intellectual cunt.

Bob Pielke said...

"…get a life you freaking pathetic academic intellectual cunt."

In a similar vein, I've met my share of 'freaking pathetic academic intellectual pricks,' although sleeping with anyone seemed to be, for them, a degredation from the intellectual to the mere physical. [Secular Gnostics, perhaps.]

Bob Pielke said...

PS I did "solicit the attention" of one rather exotic phenomenologist, however, it all came to naught when my philosophical allegiance to Bertrand Russell and AJ Ayer surfaced during foreplay...

;-)

Downtown Chick said...

Dude you're a whiteguy, you lack any academic advantage when it comes to solicitations... You gotta be either black, or gay, or TS, or female, or whatever excuse you can come up with... Maxism won't work mind you...

Bob Pielke said...

Hahahaha.....so it seems.

As the last guy at the bar at the end of the evening, with no prospects except the drunk, foul-mouthed and partially toothless crone serving watered down drinks, maybe I should have tried "Marxixm" instead of "Maxism"!

;-)
;-)
;-)

Peter Max, after all, was raised in Shanghai and had an early and late "affair" with Buddhist thought. [And flirting with Buddhists is better than nothing!]

Downtown Chick said...

Ops sorry typo. I actually meant "Maxim" didn't work. Try "Cosmo". Hah!

Bob Pielke said...

Hahahahha.....Neither Cosmo nor Maxim can "cure" the "curse of the whiteboy."

Downtown Chick said...

Dude, last resort. Maybe you can try the Fem tag? I've seen my first college crush getting play with that. He was very on the case with my patriachal oppressive formation of language and self-objectification of desire as well so I hated him. The funniest thing is he later on had the nerve to ask me out after he fell into that "abjection" psycho-feminist stuff and Bataille's eroticism after the Fem. I was like, dude, you're not serious right? You sure you're not doing your major in Drama? You know that's only one of the established forms of femininity, not all right? He's still hitting on me every now and then with that old abjection shit. Amazing.

Bob Pielke said...

Hahaha...doesn't look like your "first college crush" is getting much "play" using this line with you!

Actually, I have no "line" -- wouldn't know how to use one if I did.

Bob Pielke said...

PS...what's this?

http://balzacandtheladimsum.blogspot.com/

Downtown Chick said...

Oh believe me, if you can't play the guitar or basketball and are skinny and not cute, the only way you'll be surrounded by the entire class of some educated Asian girls, is to do the Fem thing. He got lots of play for a guy like him without even having to take the girls out... And is still broke and getting laid now... 10 years after... There're freshmen every year...

I write the Balzac and L.A. Dim Sum thing at http://balzacandtheladimsum.blogspot.com/.

Bob Pielke said...

Well...I do play the alto sax, I ski, I'm not skinny...but cute?? [hmmmm....].

But I don't "play" with my students -- talk about a patriarchal imbalance of power [educated Asian girls or not]!!

Come to think of it..."girls" are of no interest to me any way....I prefer "women"! ;-)

And I prefer individuals....not "types."

As for the "FEM" thing -- ?? Like most labels....if we use them as true indicators of the whole, we inevitably fall prey to the Fallacy of Accident -- concluding erroneously that each individual is a member of the class.

So, white guy may get no "play," But at the end of the day,
After looking for a lay,
In the proverbial hay,
He may, therefore, say,
"'lay, lady, lay,' I can pay!!"

Bob Pielke said...

http://balzacandtheladimsum.blogspot.com

"This blog is open to invited readers only"

Downtown Chick said...

Well that loser is a pedo so he got the freshmen. But guarantee you, in grad school, so many undated Fem women... Easy... Dude where have you been?! You've been around too many undergraduates dude!

I'm not even half done with the Balzac thing. Will show you when it's more substantial. Tired. I don't know why I've always gotten something boiling in the kitchen these days... Writing tear.

Bob Pielke said...

"But guarantee you, in grad school, so many undated Fem women... Easy... Dude where have you been?! You've been around too many undergraduates dude!

Grad or undergrad...if they are students...it's a no go. The power imbalance is, actually, even stronger at the grad level.

In the sexual tête-à-tête a "no" can sometimes mean "yes" [in special circumstances]. But in the student/teacher "game" a genuine "yes" is never even logically possible for the student. The Power...the power...trumps any free choice.

So, this "dude" doesn't play with undergrads or grads.

But, hey, as of next week...I'm out of the education game!

So...."feminist theory" here I come!! [pun slightly intended]

;-)