Saw the Joe Strummer doc at the Alamo last night.
Amazing how one person can shine so brightly without even really trying. He's right...this whole world is a big mistake. It's a total accident that we are here. We are trying so hard to make a difference in the world, and it's so transitory.
Thousands of people admired, loved, and even worshipped Joe...yet he shows up at some radio station in Ohio and the receptionist has never heard of him. The greatest leaders in the world all had assistants and generals who
probably worked harder and had more great ideas than those who are remembered by history, but their names are lost to all but the most dedicated historians.
Watching Joe working his ass off, promoting the Global-A-Go-Go record (a brilliant and cool record, if ya ask me) made me feel both useless and hopeful. Something about Joe's voice has always made me feel kick-ass, and angry, and sad, and peaceful, all at the same time. Recognition of Wisdom, I guess.
He's gone. That makes me cry, and at the same time it's just life. Even the brightest stars all burn out eventually. Our own sun will be gone soon, millions of years from now.
I dreamt that some day in the future, I wake up a thousand years before today, and everything is still the same as it ever was, and the same as it will be, and we will keep talking about the end of the world, but it didn't happen. There are rocketships and stone arrowheads, animal bones and powdered lunch, and humans haven't changed so much. Still the same little lumps of clay wandering around in an artificial world of our own making, warring, loving, building little temples to ourselves, writing plays about our conditions. It's pathologically repetitive, but it's also very cute. You can see why the gods must smile down upon us, because we are so clever, so inquisitive, yet so like children who never quite understand the results of the things we do. We forget all that has come before and we forget that there is no such thing as time.
Walking future dirt, that's me.
Blink and you are gone. Blink again and you are there, someone or someplace else.
Why try hard to make a difference, or be a star, or live in a state of grace?
Why not? Why not just do what you want?
Nobody will remember when the stars burn out.
But someone might find your arrowheads and wonder what the future will be like.
Miss_Bonnie
