inessential by Brent Simmons



I'm the Talking Moose. I'm Spartacus too, by the way.

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I long for an art that is not anti-rational; I long for a philosophy that is not anti-poetic. I'd also like to see 8 hot dogs per package, and 8 hot dog buns per package, so it would match up. But no.


It always makes me laugh how people want to be crazy or extreme or different. They want to "express themselves" -- but they almost always choose the most totally boring and conventional and tasteless ways to be different -- extreme sports, drugs, tattoos and piercings, shopping at Urban Outfitters, rock climbing, bungee jumping.

Like, dude, intense.

It reminds me of what Nabokov wrote about Madame Bovary:

Her exotic daydreams do not prevent her from being small-town bourgeois at heart, clinging to conventional ideas or committing this or that conventional violation of the conventional, adultery being a most conventional way to rise above the conventional.

If one were to write about a modern-day Bovary, there would be no adultery in the story -- the novel's ending would be an account of a tragic death in a snowmobile-induced avalanche at Glacier National Park.


It was someone (Socrates?) who said the unexamined life is not worth living. I don't think he meant the unanalyzed life -- I think he meant this in a philosophical way rather than a psychological way. But anyway.

And someone else (Nietszche?) said that life without music would be just a big mistake.

Here's me: the unimagined life is not worth living.

It's a sad pointer to the poverty of imagination that people feel the need to risk their lives for thrills.

"But dude, I feel totally alive when I play Russian Roulette. You just don't get it."

And then I think of Darwin, and I laugh and laugh.