Letters to the Editor
nathforde
Published Letters: 4
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The fine art of sculpting mediocrity
[Read the article: Ginning up a fight between Clinton and Obama]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Against an absurd backdrop, our two heroes stride forth to wrest the world from the tampering hands of man-boy Bush. Along the way they are assailed by the Wolfish Medea, forcing them to prove their respective worth.
There is no easy dragon to slay, legend has it that he was decapitated last time.
Medea weaved a skien of words so captivating, that even BJ Bill failed to achieve a fulfilling climax as she casually avoided his smarmy advances. How then can our paltry protagonists survive?
Such despair leads our characters down a dangerous road of distrust; infighting ensues. Clinton, having suffered by proxy Medea's dagger stares understands the game, Obama new and yet to be abused refuses to play. One resigned to it, the other defiant. Both end in tragedy, but tradition dictates the rebel needs to die. So sayeth the System!
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"Alas poor randomprofile-name i knew him not at all,"
[Read the article: The new American way of death]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning?"
-Hamlet
A couple of days ago, i was sitting on the train - clown's to left of me, fools to the right. All reading Harry Potter and the excuse for an absurd over extended title. Stuck in the middle with Nietzsche, i have never felt more like the Uber-mensch in my life.
However this comes off the back of an 'anti-capitalism/lets all hug each-other' rally at the Rock the Bells/Rage against the machine concert. As a creature of extremes it might be fitting, but awful confusing. It's one thing to hold disdain for people dumb enough to expect an interesting ending. But to actually embrace some vague notion of humanity involves relating to them in some way. With this in mind i bought my cousin a copy of the book and resisted the urge to tear out the last chapter.
Morbid curiosity doesn't justify the time wasted in a general fruitless pursuit of a gut wrenching reaction. If you wish to speculate on death, go to a cancer ward see it in person, wax philosophical of the pointlessness of it all, and watch how they laugh at you "poor little healthy children".
Callous commentary is a far cry from Hamlet's ruminations in both eloquence and purpose.Be thankful your friends are still here and get a hobby!
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Mailer -man
[Read the article: Norman Mailer 1923 - 2007]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]He's dead,yet instead of offering sympathies to those he left behind...you deride him.
Very enlightened of you all.
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hontonoshijin
[Read the article: Norman Mailer 1923 - 2007]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]To clarify, criticisms for Mailer's writing, I agree with as he is far from my favourite.
It is merely the objectifications of his character that i find both pointless, and hardly intellectually rigorous.
Nor did, i mention Anna Nicole.