Thursday, December 13, 2007

General Metaphysics

I believe that love
is the path of destruction.
I believe

that there are two kinds:
love with irony
and too much,
as someone said
in the film (The Film),
and that you can tell
by how rock and roll bands
have turned out since
their creation.

The Beatles started out
with irony
and quickly started
to love too much.
In ten years,
they were over,
and then splintered more,
down the crosshairs.
John and George
loved too much,
Ringo with irony.
It was with Paul
that the duel edges,
the whole contraption,
fell toward,
from the beginning,
and it is he
whose legacy
is most for debate.
Does he still sing now
because of irony
or because
he loves too much?
Answer such a question.
Who knows such things?

So it was in the 60s,
when music was most loved
in the culture,
but again, as with Paul,
no one knew quite which love
they possessed for it,
and it was this dilemma
that split the interest
for so long that by the present,
no album could contain it
any longer. Those who survive,
do they love too much
or with irony?

That's really the basic problem,
I believe, that too few people
know on which side they fall.
It is a basic communal
ambiguity.
Love too much?
Love with irony?
I believe that
many fall too much
and so they fall quickly,
as the theory goes,
either dying young
or losing interest,
like a child,
the TV Theory Syndrome.
Many also understand
what's so ironic
about the culture,
and they last, they persist,
they are the new conquerors,
and they wield a fiery vengeance
for a world that does not
understand them.
And the irony?
Those who love too much
are the same way.

If you form a basic
reconciliation,
if you were able to
determine
if it were even possible,
then you would
crack the egg,
solve the riddle
of humanity.

All major religions,
all major philosophies,
they understand only too much,
but never irony,
they have no place for it.
And if they do,
these dissenters are outcast.
Even athiests believe too much.
Maybe a comedian is the closest
to a bodhisatva we have,
jokes about nothing,
a great big b-movie.

Anyway,
who knows such things?

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