reflections on a.pig

I watched the command performance of sweating and lyricisim and I thought, we were made to destroy ourselves. I mean people, humanity. & that that's what jazz eroticizes and rock makes explicit. We humans are a species designed to self-destruct. The self-possession of this middle-aged lawyer sweating his heart out with grim gravity of devotion toward "what moved me then" and "what I felt about the world then and still feel now, regardless of what you all think, of how I look, of whatever the hell is happening out there. I solemnize my passion this way. This is a statement about my hermetic detachment specifically designed to inure against ANYTHING, ANY kind of CATACLYSM befalling the world." The narcissist swan song trumps all. And I think this is the overriding mechanism at work in the mass denial taking place at the actual destruction of the world environment taking place now. It's not that people are ignoring it. It's just that it doesn't rank with the realm of the personal, which on some level knows and pays tribute to the fact that we are a kamikaze species. (I'm of course not speaking of everyone, but of enough people that the attitude determines the outcome.)