coterminous with
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Some of you have inquired as to where my recent dark point of view is coming from. Headlines, mainly. Every one of my little parables this week relates to late 19th and early 20th century existentialist writing. Camus, Kafka, Nietzsche. I always say, when you’re in a mood, wallow in it.
As you may have guessed, a humble narrator is in a bit of mood this week. One requires a short break, so single images of various scenes will be greeting you, along with rather depressing anecdotes. Happy Summer.
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clutching pits
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One strives to abandon the primitivism of a dualist philosophy and not be bound by the liberal fantasies of the enlightenment. There is no such thing as good, nor is there bad, both are constructs. Nothing matters unless you say it does, and justice is a fairy tale told to the existentially terrified or the weak. From the second you pierce the birth caul to the one in which you are wrapped in a shroud, there is only pain and pleasure. There is no regret, the experience of which is like chewing on a stone, with the same predictable result. History does not celebrate the good, instead we remember the monsters. Do you want to be remembered?
As you may have guessed, a humble narrator is in a bit of mood this week. One requires a short break, so single images of various scenes will be greeting you, along with rather depressing anecdotes. Happy Summer.
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devastating reflections
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There is no “try,” there is only “do.” You either succeed or you fail. Humanists will tell you that everyone is special, but this is a mechanism of control designed to compel the weak minded to strive for something greater than themselves. Walk the tightrope over the village square, amuse your masters with the derring do. When you fall, the only one who will comfort you will be one like me, and the last words you hear will be the proclamation of my revelation. Go beyond good and evil. Find new ways to enjoy yourselves and revel in the chaos. Get yours.
As you may have guessed, a humble narrator is in a bit of mood this week. One requires a short break, so single images of various scenes will be greeting you, along with rather depressing anecdotes. Happy Summer.
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vaporous brains
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Ever lie on the ground in a wheat field while the Tsar’s troops march by? Those stalks of wheat occluding your view foreshadowing the bars of the jail cell you’d someday inhabit, after a trial? Hell, you won’t even need to be told what you’re charged with before getting slammed into that cell and having your identity stripped away. Just that you’re guilty of whatever the court has decided you did. Nothing matters, says Prisoner M.
As you may have guessed, a humble narrator is in a bit of mood this week. One requires a short break, so single images of various scenes will be greeting you, along with rather depressing anecdotes. Happy Summer.
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other embodiments
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Y’know, I’d normally make a reference to the mood I’m in by describing myself as standing on a beach with a gun in my hand while looking down at the dead Arab boy lying in the sand, but references to existentialist literature would probably be misread. Matter of fact, somebody just stopped listening when I said “Arab.” Somebody else didn’t like “gun.” There’s also likely somebody offended by “beach.”
I’m alive, and I feel absolutely nothing – except dirty – dear stranger.
As you may have guessed, a humble narrator is in a bit of mood this week. One requires a short break, so single images of various scenes will be greeting you, along with rather depressing anecdotes. Happy Summer.
“follow” me on Twitter- @newtownpentacle
Buy a book!
“In the Shadows at Newtown Creek,” an 88 page softcover 8.5×11 magazine format photo book by Mitch Waxman, is now on sale at blurb.com for $30.
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