Part 28: FACEBOOK!
BLOGGERS, unlicenced (?) scribes, diarretic wordsmiths, literary rabble, or rappers (Dick's from Mars!)...I could go on...like Facebook friends:
"Let's Friend. Let's DE-friend!"
...who wouldnt give each other the time of day (even if their hair was on fire!) if they showed up in person and knocked on each others door...
Nobody has 300 friends, for chrissakes!!!
...dominate our superficial times.
In these (Our Man in Europe) travels, I have been pleasantly surprised or dissapointed by inter-net connections/lack of, when I physically-geographically made/attempted TO FB connect...and where/when I made NEW friends, socially; resorting to establishing Facebook friendship?.... -instantly devalued that union/connections Spiritual dynamic.
...AND!...in conversation with "real" friends who are ALSO on Facebook (or any inter net social network)...everyone concurs: Inter net social "reality" really DOES suck, yet everyone acquieses TO suck!
....During these present travels I have been in TWO, er...gunfights of note. It goes with the territory.
(Actually, it goes with being Delacroix)
Once in Milano, within the splendour of the Grande Centrale Stazione, where I slammed a persistant panhandler. He went down and - courtesy of that citadel/palazzo's pristine-polished marble floor - slid, spreadeagled, in classic Hollywood fashion, a good 5 yards...witnessed, I might add, by 3 Carribineri (cops) who, refraining from getting involved and/or singing a celebratory "Santa Lucia!", nevertheless signalled their unaminous approval.
Another time, in a bar in high Germany where I dropped a guy, pulling him off a high bar stool... Alas, I was in my cups, so - apparently - I knocked the guy out (his head hitting the floor), but mine did, too, so we were BOTH - equally unconscious - carried out on makeshift stretchers much to the entertainment of the vaguely bemused/alcoholic crowd.
I mention these two events in the context of cyber-spaces's superficial Social reality. In a knife fight...you NEED a knife!
(A gun is even better)
Life IS/can be, and perhaps SHOULD BE...wonderfully dangerous.
-Mornings, dawnings, epiphones, of course, at this point...become important,
Like Beethoven's 9th Symphony.
A sweetheart's kiss.
Or - critically - like Satellite TV/a Liquor Store (if you live in the boonies!)
The "sonambulism"
of how WE/ I
try to BE free,
YOU!
...reading ME!
c 2010/Schloss Ludwigshafen/dave delacroix/our man in europe
Just read your latest and can't help but miss your ass. If you like, I've established an internet phone number so you can call. It's: (303) 923-5656. Call me my brother.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and profoundly true, Dave. Thinking of you!
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