Red Mosquito

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tree_ wrote:Anytime someone is asking another person for their opinion they are asking for trouble

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:Anytime someone is asking another person for their opinion they are asking for trouble

what they are really asking for is validation of their own opinion.

Ello Sailor wrote:This is why Chris has never formally asked me what I think of The National. I have to force my opinion on him, unprompted.

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:Anytime someone is asking another person for their opinion they are asking for trouble

what they are really asking for is validation of their own opinion.

and they ultimately hate themselves so it all works out

Jorge wrote:

tree_ wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tree_ wrote:Anytime someone is asking another person for their opinion they are asking for trouble

what they are really asking for is validation of their own opinion.

and they ultimately hate themselves so it all works out

In some cases yup. This one girl I know, absolute bombshell, objectively pretty by just about any standard, told me she considers herself ugly and enjoys being called ugly because it validates how she already feels about herself. Society (and social media) has completely warped some people's self perception, it's pretty sad

Obviously it varies from individual to individual. I know some model-level pretty people who know they're pretty and feel good about it

tree_ wrote:says the guy shilling modern day smashing pumpkins

Ello Sailor wrote:

tree_ wrote:says the guy shilling modern day smashing pumpkins

Huh? Is that meant to contradict what I said?

Ello Sailor wrote:I know you're joking, but so am I! I don't even hate The National, I just find it funny. You've been duped and trolled! Ha ha!

tragabigzanda wrote:

Jorge wrote:Hell yeah let's show those attractive women what's what

I mean they’re beauty bombing a place that was formally a source of joy for the ugmos of the world. Fuck ‘em.