Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Truth in the Interplay between Prose & Poetry

Lately, I find my normally high-strung and caffeinated self deviating towards a much more relaxed lifestyle. While perhaps conducive to my health, this adaptive lifestyle is constantly being confronted by the same demanding deadlines that confronted me at the peak of my productivity. These days, I exercise little restraint in browsing of bookshops and bakeries and in taking time to appreciate beauty, whether in language, fall foliage, or impossibly delectable desserts, knowing I'll need to pull all-nighters later to finish sections of my thesis. Tonight (today?) I am doing both simultaneously and feeling surprisingly sane after being awake for nearly 24 hours...

"They inhabit a world so rich in technology that everything works better, even the people, but no one seems to know exactly why. Parented by proxy, and prescription, and by cable TV, they have achieved the loneliness their elders pursued. They enter their twenties less interested in finding themselves than in finding a way out. Faithless, hopeless, untutored in love, they make babies for the sake of company and kill themselves with unspeakable violence with staggering numbers--suffering from a deficiency in meaning acquired from pop culture, pop psychology, feel-good religion, that tells them don't worry, be happy, take care of yourself and your self-esteem. They stand to inherit, along with the spiritual void their parents have left them, the bill from the card it was all charged to."

The Undertaking: Life Studies from the Dismal Trade
Thomas Lynch