To steal from Derrida

"If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy."-Richard Yates


Always begin with a quote, or maybe a poem, that way you can frame everything you plan to write in words that are not your own. But in the end, whose words are their own. I was wondering while driving, yes driving, I hate to have to do it, but we can't be picky, just falling into our own reality. ion has been written. We as humans experience a great deal of things. With the mass market and media we "see" more than before. Hence the culture of the 20th and 21st cave been shown everything, from the Holocaust up to the cure for diseases once thought unthinkable, wars, peace, scandals. That being said, it takes words to fit those actions. That is where the art is.

I hat Atlanta. I love it. We have a love hate relationship. The city is so aesthetically unappealing it is funny. Went to a Shakespeare dinner theatre. It was interesting to say the least. Polonius and I made eye-contact and I did one of my awkward facial expressions and made him react. It was fun. However, despite the silly cast and subpar performance.

The real show, the stagee, if you will lay in the street itself. In the city. Cities breathe, you know. Outside of the theatre, in a back alley there was 10-15 homeless people. Half of them drinking 40s (cheap malt liquor). Some of them working as window cleaners for an extorted buck. Half of them asking for change, inquiring about the show and asking for charity, a car ride. Then seeing the drug deals and the hand offs, that is the interesting thing. The theatre crowd mixing with the drug dealers. Now that is life if I have ever heard of it. There is a poetry in that. The poetry of the world, the streets, the word, a strange mix, I will admit, but it is real. Very real. More real than the people who never see it.