Lady Gaga

I dont wanna be frie-ee-ends!

(I win Ming)

This Is Going To Violate A Little Bit Of Copyright, But…

When I see a man, I want to smack him in the face. It’s so much pleasure to pound on a man’s face.

I sit in my room doing nothing.

Then—someone’s come over to see me; he’s knocking on my door. I say, “Come in!” He comes in and says: “Greetings! It’s great that I’ve caught you at home.” And that’s when I knock in his face, and then I let my boot fly into his crotch, too. My guest falls over from the terrible pain. And I give him a heel to the eyes! Like, don’t be whoring around when you’re not invited!

Or else, there’s also another way: I offer my guest to take a cup of tea with me. The guest accepts, sits down at the table, drinks his tea and starts telling me some story. I make it seem like I’m listening to him with fascination—I nod my head, sigh, make my eyes wide with surprise, and laugh. The guest, flattered by my attentions, gets more and more animated.

I calmly pour myself a whole cup of boiling water and throw the boiling water in the guest’s face. My guest springs to his feet grasping his face. Then I tell him: “There is no more benevolence in my soul. Get out!” And I push my guest out the door.

—Daniil Kharms

RAP And PAP

Do y'all think one is limited in their potential artistic profoundness (PAP) by one's parents, and their realized artistic profoundness (RAP)? Been reading a lot of great poetry lately, which has caused me to think a lot about my own PAP, and the concept of PAP in general. Of course I would like to become a writer of profundity, whose hard-won technical skills have allowed him to turn his eye to the creation of sheer, irrefutable art, in the end reaching or even surpassing the pinnacles of past poetry (PPP).

I seem to try to position my writing diametrically opposite my perception of my dad's writing. This must be partly because I'm his kid, and nothing he can do can be great, or at least not intentionally so. Also because he is, after all, a writer only as a hobby, and if there's anything the future will require of us, it may as well be the existence of professional writers. Maybe I need to recognize the total validity of my parents' RAP instead of belittling or denying it; maybe I need to build off of their RAP so that I can someday achieve my own PAP.

I think by RAP I am just meaning the lives of each of my parents if they were reduced to the embodiment of some considered artistic vision. Then PAP, or perhaps it should be "perceived PAP" (or PePAP), has to be the part of my ability to create great art which is dependent on my parents in the same way that my hairline or my cholesterol is dependent on my parents.

I admit it might seem like art is not the same as a hairline, yet, it is.