With his shopping cart, his bags of booty and his wine, I'd always
found him inoffensive.
Every neighborhood has one or two these days; ours never rants at
you at least or begs.
He just forages the trash all day, drinks and sings and shadowboxes,
then at nightfall
finds a doorway to make camp, set out his battered little radio and
slab of rotting foam.
The other day, though, as I was going by, he stepped abruptly out
between parked cars,
undid his pants, and, not even bothering to squat, sputtered out a
and that a slender adolescent girl from down the block happened by
right then, and looked,
and looked away, and looked at me, and looked away again, and
made me want to say to her,
because I imagined what she must have felt, It's not like this, really, it's
but she was gone, so I could think, But isn't it like this, isn't this just
what it is?
-C.K. Williams, "Harm"
Daily dose of culture brought to you by the wonderful artist Tauba Auerbach, equally wonderful poet C.K. Williams, and of course, my outstanding curation of both (and my ability to use interesting, relevant adjectives). I always hear on one hand people discussing how the internet is either going to make us all socially inept, indoor drones, and on the other I hear constant spewing of "INTERNET EVOLVING THE HUMAN RACE AS WE KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!" crap. I'm 19 years old, and I've been logged onto the internet since I was 10 (and I'm not internet famous by now?), and I have to admit, I consider my quality of life to be a little bit on the low side when I go multiple days without logging on the computer, like I have been this week. The internet can be linked to almost all portions of my life; like interaction, school, music/art/culture, and self expression. That's why I feel at ease when I have down time to surf the web and find artists like Tauba Auerbach. Even though I'm sitting in my pajamas at my desk, I still feel the satisfaction of a constant, fresh stream of consciousness. This little blurb is kind of all over the place, but all in all, I'm happy I have this stupid little blog to share it, because I can.