From a Letter to A (foreign) Friend
October 2001, Manhattan
I catch myself calling myself a human before “American,” but no one seems to understand, or at least acknowledge, that. And I wonder if I am human, and I wonder if the other things I call human are human. The mythology is thick, and it’s hard to distinguish truth from mere tales that have not been toppled by time. Maybe there’s no difference. I’m getting close to summarizing an argument for the importance of discussing these things. . . . Somehow I think that the light is inside the conflict–the confusion–on which I spend most of my free time.
2 Comments
Akbar Lightning
September 4, 2010HAZAAAAAAHHHHH…Logocentric is back..thank the lords, the stars, the electromagnetic waves, the tantric resonances, and tyra banks…
and oh, again he presents us with his mystical affirmation of the static, the white noise of relation and existence…rooted in a rich historical moment…
as i said to universaltron a few days ago…those relationships that choose to walk into the unknown together with a desire to resolve ambiguous callings are those that succeed in providing growth…
so i celebrate this presentation, and i am aware, and i make humble confession of my unquenchable appetite for your work…
universaltron
September 4, 2010welcome back logocentric.
it’s been nine years. did you finish your thoughts on discussing the importance of these things? just interested if there are more to these letters because i’d love to read them. it’s like a time capsule. such historic times.