Date: Thu, 4 Feb 1999 23:05:13 -0500 (EST)
From: Marsha Faizi <mfaizi-AT-rbnet.com>
Subject: Re: Ariosto - Nietzsche's 'Open sea' (fwd)


Ariosto wrote:

>  You are saying I could be more suspicious of easy currents that go
>with the flow but don't really lay their cards on the table.

Not at all, babe. If the currents are easy, how could you not trust them? It
is a fine thing to sail on easy seas. Think I don't know? I know already. I
am this old babbling lady. Did I not tell you of my real life experience on
the sea? The first time I went to New York City, I went by sea on a very
un-seaworthy tugboat. One hell of a bad trip, let me tell you. The Delaware
Bay is one choppy piece of water. The Atlantic Ocean is one choppy piece of
water when you are traveling in a piece of shit. 

As an old sailor, I can tell you, Ariosto, enjoy the calming seas--while
they last. They will not last long. I have that much experience.

>We rocked already, that was fun and we are still not finished..... a
>little Bach is good too. I know, you don't like that middle class taste,

I cannot see that Bach is middle class taste. Fuck the middle class anyway.
I like Bach just fine. I appreciate Baroque, al otro lado.

>you would much rather listen to born to run 

Well, yeah, The Boss and all that crap. I missed Springsteen actually
because I reckon, at that time, I was more into Rock Lobster, something like
that. And Run DMC. 

>or violent femmes. For
>nostalgia you would put on the clash, cure, jam, japan, the smiths, elvis
>costello, no, actually this is probably all after your time.

Oh, yes, baby, long after my so called time. For me, you have to go all the
way back to Hendrix and Joplin and Morrison and Jefferson Airplane and that
Woodstock bullshit. Beatles and Stones. Herman's Hermits, already. The
Kinks. I remember when Fleetwood Mac was avant garde stuff. Back in the
sixties, you had to smoke a ton of mescaline treated marijuana to ever even
have heard of Fleetwood Mac. God help me, I remember when Pink Floyd was
avant garde. Worse than that, I remember when The Grateful Dead were avant
garde. 

I hate to tell you this, Ariosto, but I remember quite well when Elvis
turned twenty five. My sister and I considered that he was quite an old man
at twenty five. 

Back in my day, babe, you did not trust anyone over the age of thirty. I
still don't. Think I trust you, Ariosto? Fuck, no. Not for a minute. Hell,
you are thirty four and over the hill already. In my ancient book, you are
dead meat. 

I know enough not to trust myself. Learned that the hard way.

I trust my kids. They like Puff Daddy and Busta Rimes. Well, I can dig it.
The sound has already blown out my hearing but that's all right. Who needs
ears anyway?  

Beyond hearing, there is always Bach. 

Smoke a bowl and relax. Smoke one for me while you're at it. I am allergic
to that shit. Did too much when I was a young'un. All I have to do is light
one up and I get these hallucinations of Kennedy and Johnson and Nixon and
Kent State and the Chicago How Many Ever and Martin Luther King and Malcom X
and Che and your molotov coctails and your H. Rap and your Weathermen and
your Viet Nam and your sit-in's and your be in's and your sleep in's and
your Merry Pranksters and your Purple Haze and your coffins full of friends
and your My Lai massacres. All that sixties crap. 

I break out in hives and start throwing up big time. 

The sixties was this bad trip thing, you know. Peace and Love and Quadraplegia. 

I just can't do the marijuana thing. Too many memories.

You young'uns would not know good weed if it ran up and bit you on the ass.
Well, you are better off not knowing.

Faizi   





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