not-so-quick-thought: Time for a change of tone [ rambling ]
So every time I put a random photo in a post here, I save it from the web somewhere and leave a copy in a folder on this computer. Just went thru to delete the ones I don’t want any more. It was an interesting very-short-term time-travel experience. One by one, I looked at a pic for long enough to decide whether to keep it or not. I looked for just long enough to get a visual memory to put it in context, then I either hit the garbage can button to delete it, or went to the next one. Wasn’t thinking about it at all, there was a nice tune, mind was pleasantly off. So I didn’t realize it until it was all over, but during each of those moments, with the visual memory, the recollection I got was not of what I posted when I included each pic. The recollection was of whatever impression it was, at the time I selected that pic to be the one, chosen out of the google-image-search-smorgasbord. A series of visceral memories, wordless and a little bit intangible, each corresponding to one of several dozen blog posts, with subjects I thought need some eye candy.
After I deleted the last one I was going to delete, I realized I just had this train of all those visrecal / intangible / impressions. And what they added up to was a realization about how my tone or mood changed over the course of this blog. It’s become a sink for some very negative energy.
Too cynical now. A noticeable pinch too much of darkness, like, oh, a margarita you mixed with too pungent a tequila and/or liqueur. Supposed to be an unwinding drink, and it didn’t quite turn out that way. Except the thing you’re flavoring has maybe more permanence than a beach drink.
And, it doesn’t matter if I feel totally justified in that cynicism. It wouldn’t help anything to let the cynicism become so prominent.
Why is that?
Yea why? Does it really follow that the cynicism is a dead end, or that there’s something else wrong with it?
— rewind —
I just read this Howard Zinn piece. Don’t have to read it to explain what i’m going to say, although I definitely got a lot out of it.
In this piece, a quote stuck out, a line from the Washington Post in 1898. (yes, 1898):
“We are face to face with a strange destiny. The taste of Empire is in the mouth of the people even as the taste of blood in the jungle.”
— and then it clicked —
Is that quote snippet, that taste of blood for empire, how I am to undersatnd the NeoCon’s today?
Yes, I like it
— click —
— a contrast —
that taste of blood. sharp teeth. in the mirror? So that’s what sharp teeth look like?
— back —
Oh such a nice way to get rid of the enigma behind the imagined “neo-con”, figurative placeholder for all the collective reasons for US foreign policy, as it is visible to the outside world.
— Something about the Howard Zinn —
cynically projecting “that taste of blood” which is presumed. I put that there. not what usually comes out of Howard Zinn. He has a warmth of tone. Whoa, he’s talking about such crazy subject matter. That’s what’s special about him. Warmth of tone? How did it get there?
— de-humanizing —
Taste of blood? Animals then. No need to think further. Convienient but de-humanizing. Reading Howard Zinn doesn’t feel that way. Warmth of tone? Is that Hopeless?
— again —
If you run into an animal that wants to eat you, nothing to do but shoot it, right? Or is it if you got into that situation, you are already doing it wrong. Should have taken the time to curate the ecosystem a bit, do some bit of gardening, that there is some natural separation between the wild habitat and our human habitat.
— again —
limitless cynicism about others who dehumanize, to the point of dehumanizing myself, should be avoided with a little
more caring curation of the ecosystem of habits of thinking about things that I feel are wrong.
— rewind —
curate the ecosystem a bit…
So this is the cheesiest of metaphors now. Want to get it over with.
I’m not talking about the US, or any other country or organization doing the curating. not curating of some kind of just or unjust social structure, or a geopolitical garden, although that metaphor is definitely out there.
But for some things, the curators are “you and I”, for some things the curators are “they”. Let’s go for the situations where the curators are “you and I”, or even “just I”.
One of the things we actually get to curate is the way we look.
— so —
Does that change what I want to say? Not really. But it changes how I want to say it, a lot.
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