Kiss Ass

Kiss Ass

 

There’s an odd perspective out there

circulating in various unstated ways

like a polluted groundwater

drilling softly into the soles of our feet.

 

It is the view that the host does not welcome the guest

but rather

the guest must kiss the ass

of the host.

 

It’s a thermal inversion

a flip of priorities

an ignorance of opportunities

a death of unity.

 

How did this happen?

 

Writers

There is an ocean of writers that swells against our shores. They crash upon our beaches and leave forlorn bits of insight if we take the time to peek into the flotsam they have left behind. They are like a mounting wave of zombies crawling over a barrier, relentless in their desire to inflict their views upon us. I am overwhelmed at their number and the sheer volume of words that pour forth from them. They gush out as if from a broken conduit to hell. It all passes over my head like the wave that took me under on the beach when I was five years old, feeling the power of the sea for the first time.
Sad to say, I am one of them.
It is a hopeless position to be in.
No one has time for this.
In fact, many of them are not that bad, many are even good.
But that makes no difference at all.
The raves will still go to those who play the game the most strategically, and manipulate the audience the most effectively, those who plumb the public psychology the most cynically; and damn those who seek to find an honest expression.
And it's not easy to say that that's a bad thing sometimes,
because
there
are just
too
many
damn
writers.

Marathon

It's a good thing the NY marathon has been cancelled in the wake of Hurricane Sandy. It was an insensitive waste of money in the face of all the people who had been deprived of basic services, after all. Someone finally came to their senses.
It's also a good thing because marathons are pathetic spectacles of mass masochism. Can you imagine what it takes to get all those people out there toe to toe, ass to belly, thinking that enduring self-inflicted torture is victory? One tends toward the view that yet another form of brainwashing has infected a substantial body of humanity.
Marathon running is not a sport. It is a form of mass delusion.
Sport in general has some key features that marathon running lacks:
1) strong hand-eye coordination
2) agility in multiple body parts
3) quick reactions to sudden and unexpected situations, setting into play multiple body parts
4) strategy beyond simple endurance
5) teamwork coupled with individual effort
6) multifaceted intellectual and physical skills in the particulars of an ordered discipline

Marathon running is monotonic, duller than snakeshit, lacking in most of the key features noted above.
Why do people do it?

Misery loves company, and we're all too fat.