A friend tells me he's dropped out of the culture. The parts he wishes to drop out of, anyway. He is focussing on art, music, movies, and travel. It sounds lovely. Several of you have much the same creed. I try but then spend too much time alone. I begin to feel it. So I try to engage. Then the conflicts begin, and all I want to do is drop out. Back and forth, ping and pong.
My immediate supervisor at work (where else?) just got a big promotion, so I tried to make a little party. I bought pizzas and drinks and a little cake. None of it went well. I talked and in the process pissed off about half the room including my supervisor. This happens a lot when I talk.
The funny thing is that I am a wonderful listener when I meet strangers, and because of that, I hear strange and wonderful things. Perhaps I don't listen so well when I know someone. Maybe I feel I've listened to them enough. When I think about it, nobody likes a talker.
So I am trying to find the Keys to the Happy Life. And I think that I shall try to be a painting, grinning but mute.
Besides. . . I have to do enough talking here.
when in doubt
ReplyDeletelisten to dylan.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T56nzPzwwqM
have a handful of rain my friend.
There is academic work on Dylan that I have never read. But listening to this song on my way to work, I realized the formula for Dylan's lyrics. It is a little different from the trick I realized one day that Annie Dillard uses, but I will steal from Dylan just as I did from Dillard. I would tell you here but I am afraid to sound naive. Hell. . . everyone must know it already. But thanks. The well ain't dry.
ReplyDeleteDylan has a new album that comes out or came out this week, by the way.