Mouth burgers?

Substance, fuck substance indeed. I think I really should delve again into my 'old' writing styles, that is, put on again a different mask. Traipse amongst the words in feverishness again.

Beauty can exist without substance, the vapid rehashings of contemporary culture is a testament to the fact.

heh, well put. I'll have to use that beauty interpretation of life if I'm asked about substance again.

Bocca burgers are like vegetarian burgers, better than real burgers most of the time, since they keep longer.

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" Too much symbolism annihilates the sublimated form, therefore no one mentions swans anymore."
-Noah Eli Gordon

I have been struggling with the same issues it would seem. I wish you luck on your decision.

"Of course there is a way to stop the rampant spread of beauty, it has to do with regimentation, conformity, assembly-line aesthetics and the triumph of the functional over the haphazard." - Anne Rice, don't remember which book. Thats my favourite quote to do with beauty, and maybe something from 'Ode to (on?) a grecian urn'.

Mouth burgers- so thats what lara was eating in the states. haha.
I have been scarred for life with anything vegetarian related, well that has to do with soy - meat imitation products. I can't believe there is such a thing as 'I can't believe it's not chicken, soy fillet'. Damn forceful vegetarians.

Vegan burgers are the lazy college student's best friend. Popped into the microwave and a burger to eat in a minute flat.

That Ann Rice quote reminds me of Baudrillard's simulacra-idea, that there is no real beauty anymore, just simulations of a beauty that cannot be simulated in the first place. All is a representation of a beauty we can no longer see, or something to that effect.

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" Too much symbolism annihilates the sublimated form, therefore no one mentions swans anymore."
-Noah Eli Gordon

Thanks, and you as well.

Ultimately the mind will do what it likes, so having a kind of control over the discipline of writing a certain way is a less than controllable thing for me. Hard to balance what the world wants to read and what you want to produce, when realistically most of the world will never matter for the majority of one's works.

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" Too much symbolism annihilates the sublimated form, therefore no one mentions swans anymore."
-Noah Eli Gordon

That's a rather interesting notion. But then, when was there real beauty? Did it ever exist, to hold a basis for comparison for falsities now? And if so, how can we know this, and be able minded to judge a comparison, if we have never experienced the 'real'?

That's sort of the trouble with Baudrillard, as his interpretation leads one to imagine there must've been a time when there was beauty, but I think he'd figure there have always just been simulations of beauty, which are now no longer simulations (as what they were simulating is now gone, and only a simulacrum remains).

A friend of mine reading the same book, since we're in the same class, brought up an interesting kind of reply to your inquiry though: Who's to say that the 'real' deserves any privilege over our lives anyway? Who cares if the world is real, when we might all be simulating existence as fakers so well? Maybe the simulacra of existence we exist in now is more real than a real world could ever try to become.

Most philosophers of today, being postmodern, will attest that we cannot know anything or experience anything of meaning anyway, which I believe has some truth, so having an unreal world to exist in isn't necessarily a bad thing. Especially after so many years on computers, heh, it ends up making the idea of an unreal reality being better off seem like something greater than the sum of its parts.

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" Too much symbolism annihilates the sublimated form, therefore no one mentions swans anymore."
-Noah Eli Gordon

Hmm wow so much to say, so little time and memory-space to store it all. Let me start at the top:

Gets a bit confusing, all this sociability about writing, but I guess that's life.
Yeah. Ends up, you don't really read good poetry anymore, only bad stuff that's by people who actually read your own stuff-- I'd feel guilty if I didn't repay in kind. Though there are some excellent poets out there.

Um as for the whole "Hard to balance what the world wants to read and what you want to produce, when realistically most of the world will never matter for the majority of one's works." (skipping to the bottom) I think it's being untrue to yourself-- a sort of egocentric adultery-- if you try to write for others. Especially somebody like yourself.... But then I can sort of see why you want to make efforts to be understood, total surrealism is beautiful but meaningless. Sure, maybe it means something to you, but if you got something to say, twould be nice if you got to it at some point, right?

As for your whole questioning of reality and beauty and basically, existance... Hmm. It sort of makes me long for college and intellectuals and an escape of my own out of shallow Catholic all-girls schools *mouth watering*. But yet I do think you're wrong to say that true beauty doesn't exist anymore. People will be people, and were people and *are* people. It's a hopelessly romantic idea that beauty may have existed before modern culture, but now does not-- and it gives modern culture more credit than is due. But then you're not exactly saying that, are you? So what exactly do you mean? Are we pulling entirely out of a historical timeframe into the world of philosophy and existentialism, or what?

And beauty will always exist to eyes that can see, or maybe, are willing to be blinded.

Most philosophers of today, being postmodern, will attest that we cannot know anything or experience anything of meaning anyway... so having an unreal world to exist in isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Absolutely right. Visionary. Someday I want to grasp this concept enough to be able to write a poem about it.

love and peace.