Date: Tue, 29 Oct 1996 20:09:32 -0500 (EST) From: "Gatolan (a blue kitten)" Subject: Re: [Malks] Save me from my generation!!! On Tue, 29 Oct 1996 jmmcke01@morehead-st.edu wrote: > It has finally been hammered into my skull that I come from a generation > of dupes and dumbasses. In Lit we read the W.H. Auden poem "To the > Unknown Citizen" which _PLAINLY_ says that it is engraved upon a memorial > marble slab. Like the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, it's a thank you to > everyone that wasn't recognized somewhere else, right? > > With the exception of one 40+ yr old in the class, it was roundly > considered a "nice" poem about small towns where everyone knew everything > about their neighbors. With the exception of one 40+ yr old > Non-traditional student and myself, no one realized the irony, the > sarcasm, the idea that it is the GOVERNMENT THANKING SOMEONE FOR NOT > BREAKING THE MOLD!!! > > Why can no one understand any deeper concept of rebellion than dressing > in black and painting your face white and listening to sad music? God, > I'm newly depressed--everytime I forget that the human race has no merit, > I get slapped with something like this. Please, please, please, please, > please, I'm tired of living in a place where I'm the only one who can > even conceive of being different. I don't want to live here anymore. > > Help me. > *** "I went to school in Olympia... where everyone's the same. We talk the same, we look the same, we even fuck the same, well what do you do with a rebel who shouts?" -Hole It seems pretty obvious from the TITlE of the peom just what its about, but I am not exactly normal person. Most people aren't normal people. I should say, I'm not THAT dumb, and I bet most people on the list aren't either. Now, about dressing people up YEo! hank the great goddesss somebody else finally saw through GOTH expressionism. IT's cliche! As my drama teacher informed me today (by way of chastising me for skipping assemblies, something for which I am now extremely sorry because I'd forgotten that they do have more merit than being a pheremone testing ground, where one can sample all the sweat of the opposite sex and perfume of the same sex). Once upon a time i was "shade" and I thought it was the shit to wear black lipstick and listen to depressing music and write abut vampyres. Well I grew up! Now if only the other sixteen million people would... I found malkavians when I moved from being morose to being DELERIOUS! Insanity is never in stle. Total shifing randomness can never be emulated by the masses, though it can be an amusement to them. I am what I am. Therefore, by saying that, I'm a gddamned rebel. Oh... anyway, as my drama teacher told me: "After the play last night, it was interesting to see all the artsy types put on their leather jackets and light up a cigarette in a line f fifteen. And you say they don't have a uniform?" (I was bitching about the jocks that have overrun my lovely school and institued homecoming dances and proms... yuck! (well maybe if I had somebody to go with...) Anyway... he's right. I realize that. Of course, it stull doesn't account for me and Alex, who he was berating. Alex I guess could be called Goth, except he's a little more SERIOUS about it than most of those 13 year olds in make-up. I mean, you know it's a pahse if ALL they wear is black, and you know it's permanent if THEY wear blue and STILL look like they're wearing black! Anyway and neither of us smoke, and neither of us went to the play. We're the quiet playground, music room, drama room people who have fun by doing things we consider lifelong professions. We're weird! We're great! We can wear PINK and still seem like death and the muses are hanging over our heads because WE have it figured out an the qworld is at our fingertips. You see, Tepes, it doesn't matter if they don't get it. You should hate them for it. They're children. READ the Great Gatsby!! You can't blame them... mayube someday they'll understand... when they're 45 havuing midlife crises and wondering why anybody ever praised the common man, wondering how anybody ever made the LEave if to Beaver show when shit like that just doesn't happen. And who can indulge in that dream? Only small children. We're unfortunate, Vlad. We're prematurely old. wE'LL WALK through life like this... half in a daze, half in the grey and maybe you can figure out how to smile and live with it, like I have, and maybe you'll be seeing a lot of therapy sessions, like my elder brother. "Who knows, baby, someday maybe..." (Dylan) "The poor shall inherit the earth, better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of the needle, and as these words were spoken I swear I heard the old man laughing, "what good is a used up world, and how could it be worth having?... If I had my way I'd take a boat, I bury him at sea.... I'd bury him at sea, and all this time the river flowed endlessly to the se." _Sting "All this Time" love, gatolan