Saturday, August 22, 2009

Tits, Drinks, Etc...

To all my readers (Alan I'm lookin' at you!) I want to be a Marxist but I can't escape the economics. I know he had Jenny, or so I'm told via the English reader... I'm not part of the proletariat, I don't work at the moment, or in recent memory (at least when I did it was unpaid and one-on-one, ie tutoring, and before that at a becoming-shit video rental shop). But, my professors and instructors have told me I'm smart. I'm a great guy, I'm told. Even my teachers said so! Now that -or/-er contrast is important. Think of the difference in base praise, or interpretation, of a professor versus plumber. '-er' versus '-or'. Teacher versus instructor, the title has been fought over, I've seen this on a college campus. The problem comes to a bump, a hazard for the train of thought, at 'builder'. For what is an architect? An '-echt'?



So yes, I'm left feeling a smidge closer to being an anarchist. What is that '-ist'? I'd share it with a Marxist. No 'or' or 'er' in sight. Something to do with Latin I think. Emperor over teacher. God versus Made. Lowercase.

But tits, they were once a source of fun, as the Maels' song says. Perhaps I think of that more in the sense of heartbreak. But what is heartbreak but a symptom of a non-local culture? Oh, wait, not quantum physics, I mean: neo-locailty.




Yes, drink some more. Till you can't see anymore. I saw with marriage, in a neo-local culture, we are forced, if part of said culture, contemporary America (re: USA), to ask of one human what we would have asked prior (or in a different set-up) of a hundred people. Sad, sad, sadly I'm very used to this. We all are. We being those reading this, surely (or should I say: Shirley? Shirley if you're my type, email!).

I know I'm obsessed with Japanese women. To a lesser extant: Chinese women. I've dated them! Depressingly that's the least of this. There's this whole temple of light where a book sits on a pulpit, you can read about how other people can become representations of your desires, needs, that whole hole...

Anyway, you see, I can be one to group humans under titles too! I know that race is a cultural construct, I've learned it the hard way over and over, Marxism confronts this where?, and what can I say besides, "Are you familiar with the construction of race, specifically that of being 'white', in the United States 20th century historical period?" To which they can't help but not answer, surely.

I would not have been white a hundred years ago, most currently white people would be in the same boat (to Ellis island or San Francisco?).

So back to tits,



No! That is NOT what I wanted. Perhaps that is why I selected a picture where she covers her chest with her arms, plaid, flannel, balancing a gremlin on her head. It's all gremlins over here. Here or her? I was thinking of this model I have a crush on, though she is far too athletic, so then I was think, Rinko Kikuchi in 'Babel' yes a Japanese girl going for suicide topless. Gosh, I'm so predictable, an (for lack of a better term, again...) American film of all things! (Why not grab something from my infinite JAV archive you ask? You may go unanswered). But this is from a German magazine, I'm thinking... So, Kai I'm looking at you. Because your girlfriend is gorgeous, and a genius, and you're a genius, at least (forgive me), so help a friend out (if we're still friends!).

At least that pic only cuts off the woman's legs. That's something cultural anthropology taught me (hello Beth) that pictures are to be interrogated. Of course I'd read that before, but that class showed me what it meant in a real way. So if I displayed 'tits' I'd be cutting a girl into sixths, at least. Not that I've never gazed at guro.

Oh, that's not what I wanted help with. And this isn't calypso.

I'm just heartbroke drunk with a vague awareness of what he was born and aged into.



I'm nowhere near that athletic, if you saw her stomach. The girl I wasn't sincere enough wasn't either. But, of course, that didn't matter! I only thought, hoped (?), my subtexts were understood by her. Just as hers were by me, or so I thought. My brain recapitulates it, if last night was any gauge.

Marxism, help me out dear readers.

p.s.: i wasn't thinking so much of a the above model i have a crush on, or even rinko, so much as past t.a.'s who i saw either fall in love or get their hearts' broken (or both) by other 'white' males. er, or even at worst some one i let go by while i was in proxy love. sigh. surely regret is heard simply by the publishing of a post.

4 comments:

KYTE said...

I enjoyed reading this a lot, Joseph.

you-x said...

Thanks Kyte. It was something of a drink enhanced rant, I should probably do that more often. Or at least write freely... I'm glad you enjoyed it!

alan said...

Yeah, keep it up, Joseph. The writing at least. The drinking's up to you.

Hope this quote from Isaac Deutscher helps:

“May I remind you that Trotsky, for instance, speaks of three basic tragedies—hunger, sex, and death—besetting man. Hunger is the enemy that Marxism and the modern labor movement have taken on. In doing so they have naturally been inclined to ignore or belittle man’s other predicaments. But is it not true that hunger or, more broadly, social inequality and oppression, have hugely complicated and intensified for innumerable human beings the torments of sex and death as well?

“In fighting against social inequality and oppression we fight also for the mitigation of those blows that nature inflicts on us….

“Yes, socialist man will still be pursued by sex and death; but we are convinced that he will be better equipped than we are to cope even with these.”

Joseph Rios said...

yeah man. I agree with Kyte. It was like a tour through something so wonderfully satisfying. heh