Which Wish
Monday, May 10th, 2010via the dw.us :: Attempted Badass-ery
My neighbors probably think I’m a geeky spaz; I was enjoying a rare cig.– on my porch with my Baudelaire– and when someone else comes down to enjoy theirs I just *have* to break the seal of what people feel comfortable hearing and read some lines aloud. And then tell them how I feel about it. Many times, I find myself wishing I were way cooler– more badassery needs to happen, I think, for my life to progress. After all, it is my last month of undergrad.
Baudy says it: “For the curst poet, foe to married rest/The friend of hell, and courtier in half-pay– Brothels and tombs reserve for such a guest/A bed on which repentance never lay” (The Two Good Sisters, Flowers of Evil)
(He’s so disease-ridden but at least he’s a disease-ridden non-conformist. No one knows if being disease ridden is a non-conformist activity, but in the hedonistic haze of his life, it was probably just an inconvenient consequence)
And so, in life’s “blasphemy so fecund“, I shall plan to “hatch atrocious things”. With conviction and less tummy aches.
-Graceee
