This is a profound psychological violence here. How can one even begin to speak of dignity in labour when one secretly feels one’s job should not exist? How can it not create a sense of deep rage and resentment. Yet it is the peculiar genius of our society that its rulers have figured out a way, as in the case of the fish-fryers, to ensure that rage is directed precisely against those who actually do get to do meaningful work. For instance: in our society, there seems a general rule that, the more obviously one’s work benefits other people, the less one is likely to be paid for it. Again, an objective measure is hard to find, but one easy way to get a sense is to ask: what would happen were this entire class of people to simply disappear? Say what you like about nurses, garbage collectors, or mechanics, it’s obvious that were they to vanish in a puff of smoke, the results would be immediate and catastrophic. A world without teachers or dock-workers would soon be in trouble, and even one without science fiction writers or ska musicians would clearly be a lesser place. It’s not entirely clear how humanity would suffer were all private equity CEOs, lobbyists, PR researchers, actuaries, telemarketers, bailiffs or legal consultants to similarly vanish. (Many suspect it might markedly improve.) Yet apart from a handful of well-touted exceptions (doctors), the rule holds surprisingly well.
Sat down with this on the balcony. The sun sagged over CVS and immediately Matt calls. Matt says, Guess what, surprise reading at Princeton by Ariana Reines and Cecilia Vicuña, oh and Lisa Robertson is teaching Anat. They’ve all left for dinner. I say, Shit…. Matt says, on Ariana, They need to stop their mystic awe on her and respect that she works in specificity, she has rigor. Matt says, She’s not a fawn in a forest achieving transcendence in front of them. I say, Shit….
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The other night
When I couldn’t sleep
Next to you and I
Said I wanted to cry
And you said I should
And I looked down and breathed
And then I did cry
And you tried to touch me
And you did
And you tried to kiss me
And you sort of did
And I was so scared
That I love you and you don’t love me
I felt stupid when I put my pants on
And I felt stupid when I put my shirt on
And I felt stupid when I went to the other room to get my book
Beware of Pity by Stephan Zweig
You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.