AUTHOR: Biljana
DATE: 06/26/07 04:02 pm
STATUS: publish
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What difference does it make what the others say: At the end of the day it’s your own common sense whether it is real or it’s fake. If it’s a flower you will know what to appreciate: If it’s plastic you will simply stay away. Or maybe you’ll be drawn to it because of that. Your taste, your call. If it’s a painting you can use your senses or you can parrot away the reviews and impress young students in the café with huge words, meaningless. If it’s a book you can read it at your own pace. The fun, the pleasure of being alone and immersing yourself in a different world. Or you can stuff the shelf with what’s IN at the moment and let your visitors go green with envy that you’re such a connoisseur. And the books spines match the furniture too. All hardbacks, naturally. All dusty, naturally, and never opened at all.
If it’s a pet you decided to keep you will care for it, it’s a given. Or you will abandon it the moment you realize what caring for a helpless being entails or when you go on a holiday and you can’t find a sitter, so you just let it walk, fly away… If it’s a child, I don’t even want to finish this sentence… If you impose your surreal dreams on your children,if you give them what you think is best,and what the other people give you must match and go a bit over the top of that.
A better car, a better house, a better kept lawn. A perfect colour of green for the grass because your side must be greener, no doubt. And your vocabulary must include the latest imports of the fashionable foreign language. And you must have the limited edition sets. And you must visit Italy, Egypt and India. Not necessarily in that order, but certainly according to the vogue of the world travel mags. Then you complain that the pizza is too plain in Rome And the spaghetti are too thin, and coffee is different. Then you stay in your hotel room in Cairo and gasp at the pyramids and can’t abide the heat. Can’t take in the fact that those are actually final resting places of pharaos, parroting the reviews again. And in India, after five minutes, you cannot understand how come it is different than what you’ve seen on tv. How come you didn’t experience nirvana or reach a state of bliss in meditating… With a cigarette dangling from your hand and a glass of something to calm your nerves after the sight of the poor proved too much.
Then you go back home,none the wiser none the richer, but with a load of photo albums and video material to prove it. Adding the word guru to your vocabulary,vaguely knowing what it means. Still fighting with the spelling of sphinx and prosciutto. You’ve been there. Have you really ? Your judgement, your call. (Oh, over gelato you find out that your neighbours just got back from Mexico. You must not stay behind, now…no way )
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