I find the poem both extremely relevant and somewhat ironic to recent events. The Egyptian revolution was somewhat possible because of twitter, facebook, and other IRC internet communications. Maybe the revolution was sparked because of recent televised images of tunisia, or maybe it was because of something television/internet/images did not capture. I’m not sure, but I love how art is sometimes timeless. We go through the same struggles, and history seems to constantly repeat itself.
Last night I went to Ben and Natasha’s house. I noticed they had the Life magazine photography book. Some images reminded me of how much time has passed, how much technology has been realized and created, how much how much how much. But, some images I couldn’t distinguish the time period. The people didn’t look any different from the people I know now, same two eyes, same mouth, same nose, different clothes. We change so little and so much, and yet art archives all of it.
Last night I had the strangest feeling. I felt tired around 7:30 PM, I couldn’t tell if it was jet lag or post-pneumonia. It was if there was a blanket over my back, and I really couldn’t move. I was so tired. Peter walked me back to my room to take an hour nap, maybe after that I would feel better. It’s strange to be so tired. I don’t want to make excuses because for so many years in my life thats all I did: “I’m drinking because I had a hard crew practice today,” “I’m sick because I’m…” “I’m this because I’m that…”. I don’t want to make excuses anymore and thus I don’t know when things are actually wrong and when in my head I want things to be wrong.
Thus last night was strange. Am I tired because of jet lag or because of post-pneumonia? I went to bed from 10 PM and woke up at 8:20 AM. Since then I’ve been drinking coffee and watching californication, wondering how I’m going to write my essay, what my last semester of college will be like, what next year will hold, and what I’m going to make for dinner tonight.