I’ve got a new TV.
Everything is newer, bigger and better. But it is empty. The quality diminishes.
We consume.
Celebrity culture robs us of creativity.
We are guided into a wish for fame but it has no substance or purpose. All the fun is simulated. All the squeals and laughter added or orchestrated through a seies of mindless pap that is supposed to entertain.
I am not entertained.
I want something real, with depth and meaning, passion and integrity.
I want to become involved emotionally, intellectually and creatively. I want to be stimulated. I want something that addresses the real problems that we are faced with.
I don’t want to consume – I want to experience!
I’ve got a new TV
I’ve got a new TV
It’s bigger than me.
It tells me
Who I want to be.
It has twenty three thousand channels
And all of them are crap
All in super 3D
And HD with Soap overlap.
I can watch the Game Shows,
Sport and MTV,
Filling all my hours
With tasteless wannabe.
My new TV is great
It fills my whole head
With everything forgettable,
Where nothing,
Absolutely nothing,
Of any consequence,
Is said.
Opher 15.9.2015
I love that and yes it is all mindless rubbish. I usually play my music, you know the stuff you do not like, rather than watch TV. The other day I thought I will just see what was on NOTHING, all those channels and nothing that would make me interested or make me think.
Unbelievable crap and so much of it.
Yes, when I go upstairs at night and after my bath I read your books for an hour, or two, that stimulates me.
Which one are you reading now?
The same one sorry been a bit slow – felt unwell the last few days damn tightening in the chest been worried about that.
What is causing that?
Maybe an infection, not sure but because of the heart failure thing I have to be careful. Supposed to phone Heart Nurse when this happens but I won’t hate hospitals. I just try and keep calm and breathe slowly. “Ocado” driver arrived and he was all choked up asked him what was wrong “chest infection”, I thought GOD STAY AWAY. I have you book down here today, cancelled weekend papers so I will read you instead, that will help.
You ought to go in. better to be safe than sorry.
You never know – my stuff might make you apoplectic.
Sorry I won’t go in I just hate hospitals so much, I spent a week in there some years ago when all this kicked off and they misdiagnosed me, I was nearly screaming, got told off by a Sister for not talking to people and keeping to myself, can you believe that. I went out to feed the birds the other day and never put my jacket on and it was cold, my own fault. Your books make me calm, carry me away and are hard to put down, there you are.
it’s a bit hit and miss.
glad the books help.
Well tomorrow is another day, hate Sundays always have.
I don’t mind Sundays. Every day is precious!
Sorry hate Sundays, goes back to childhood every Sunday dragged to the Par and continually told “your Father works in Ford’s all week he needs the air”, now you would think the park would be fun – well No, had to sit on a bench and watch people go by then it got exciting we would walk around the Park “Cranbrook Park” know it? We would walk home and have an ice cream from Rossi yes the very same one. David was no better he would not go out. I would be baking again. Now well, I hate Sundays.
Then you have to make a new Sunday and create a day of excitement. Put the past to bed and begin again! Make it bright, cheery and glowing!
Shall I try tomorrow, jump out of bed (not likely have to get used to pain standing up) well I can dream and go around the house all happy. Might work if I put my music on as soon as I get downstairs, I will try.
That’s the spirit! Put on some Otis Redding, Sam and Dave and Aretha Franklin and jump around the place!
I do have one Aretha Franklin, plenty of Rod McKuen, Scott Walker, Jacques Brell. As for jumping around I would fall break my hip and that would be that, no San Francisco for me – don’t do that to me.
Well quickly buy some Otis and Sam and Dave and groove gently