Friday, February 01, 2013

I hate boring people. Being boring isn't a condition, it's a choice. If you can choose to not be boring, why wouldn't you? And I'm not talking about quiet people, or shy people, because you will find that those people are usually the least boring people, and you will find that in fact the most outgoing and outspoken people can turn out to be the Most Boring People.

The world is what you want it to be. Colors are what you want them to be. Blue can just mean blue. "The curtains are blue" can just mean the curtains are blue. But blue is also the color of the sky on a clear day. Blue is the color of water in pictures we draw even though water is colorless and the color of the sea is just the reflection of the sky. Blue is the color of peace and unity - and is on flags precisely because of that, and flags define our national identity. Blue calms, and it also depresses. Blue is gendered, it is typically the color that denotes masculinity. Blue has two distinct shades to Russians - light blue and dark blue and they have different words to describe them. синий and голубой. Dark blue, light blue. Blue isn't always a color; it isn't always an adjective. It could be a feeling: I'm feeling blue. It could be a noun, with an extra letter at the end: I listened to some blues. It becomes historical and very, very momentous when capitalized. Blue is in my boyfriend's favorite quote from Arrested Development, "I blue myself." Blue, to me, represents mediocrity and people who just want to see blue as blue. I don't like the color blue. I much prefer red.

If I had my way English teachers would be paid more than any other teachers. More than teachers who teach you to be accountants, secretaries, clerks, The Management. Who teach you that the stupidest details of the stupidest shit matter. That you live your life just so you can end it in a cubicle. That you have no personal stake in anything except for how much money you make, and that it's a good thing.

Some call this snobbery. If this is snobbery the admission price to this elite circle of intellectuals is for you to read a fucking book. Read a poem one word at a time. Watch a play. Listen to music you can't find on the radio. Go to a museum. Even the great museums in New York City charge 10 dollars or less for admission. The Smithsonian on the Mall is free. My theater group charges no admission fees for our shows because we firmly believe in bringing free, quality theater to the students on campus. The weekly writing workshop I hold requires you to come with a paper/pen and an open mind.

People spend more than that on a pack of cigarettes. That is what's fucking wrong with this world.

Art isn't complicated. It's simple. All you need to understand art is the human heart. That's all Shakespeare is about. That's all art is about. Big movements are made of small hearts.

The saddest thing about all this - this denouncing of art, this calling it snobbery, this reckless disregard of what is truly alive around you - is that we are all poets inside. You are merely denouncing yourself. You have suppressed all the living in you and projected it outwards as hatred of what you see as other people living. We learned language and images before we learned anything else, before we learned that there is ANY sort of structure to things, before we learned the ways of cubicle living...we learned language. More than that, we learned confusion and disorder. We didn't understand why the word "blue" corresponded to what we saw. Who decided to make it so? Why is the sky blue? Why do we call it blue? We could accept it then, now we can't. Now if there are no fixed meanings and structure, we freak the fuck out. We look to our dictionaries and ledgers and smartphones and we find order again.

To take language for granted, to undermine the power of language, is the worst one can do. To use it for only boring means, like foreclosure deeds, is a travesty.

"We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets. At bottom, the aesthetic phenomenon is simple: let anyone have the ability to behold continually a vivid play and to live constantly surrounded by hosts of spirits, and he will be a poet; let anyone feel the urge to transform himself and to speak out of other bodies and souls, and he will be a dramatist." Friedrich Nietzsche lays it down for you.

I hate people who just don't get it. And by that I mean they refuse to get it. These are the boring people. Part of the ignoble, detestable, horrid masses, they refuse to bring art to their level (oh the irony dripping from my statements) and understand that it is all part of the living experience. They're all terrible to talk to. What people see as "unculturedness" in them is just a narrow mind to me. Refusal. Closed ears. Semi-open eyes. Negation of life. Loud voices saying absolutely nothing. Strong personalities that are hollow and empty inside. The will to live, to them, is to strive for things that mean nothing to them and they don't see it themselves. It is aggravating to be surrounded by these people. I want to, as Helene Cixous once said, shed poetic tears. It makes me want to retreat into my Plato's cave and dance with the shadows, celebrating existence in its most primitive forms.

Don't be boring. You were not meant to. If you are, I will hate you.

25 comments:

Anonymous said...

You sucks. Correction: you need to.

Anonymous said...

Thank you, May Zhee. This post, as with so many of your previous ones, has given me much to think about.

Anonymous said...

It's simple. You're a typical bitch. On the way to a full-blown version. Just like whom you came from. Need fret not.

Anonymous said...

Yeah...you're an idiot.

You do perfectly describe yourself, though. No wonder you hate yourself so much.

Hollow, boring, fake, boring, dumb, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, self-centered boring boring boring boring bitch.

David said...

May Zhee,

You do love to go against the wind do?

You are correct that language is often taken for granted.

Words mean something. Words convey messages.

However all to often in our world, words are being bent and twisted to take on new meanings. Words and meanings are hidden in catchy phrases and marketing hype.

Political correctness is a new form of censorship. One cannot no longer offend anothers sensibilities.

When did the right not to be offended come into being?

Your last sentence takes you and us into dance.

Makes one wonder, which came first primitive language, or primitive dance?

BTW you are letting a large amount of junk responses into your comments. Much of it marketing for other sites.

Anonymous said...

I admire your writing. I wish I could write as smart and strong as you do. I have yet to find a person who can express one's feeling as freely as you do.
I can tell how much you admire art. and I respect that.
Now,
Would you consider the art of a person sitting in a cubicle with discipline to make a stable life, as not everybody is blessed to be a great poet.

Anonymous said...

Why do you give me the idea that you are increasingly finding it difficult to have a boyfriend.

Anonymous said...

hey, why are you so angry? chill!

Anonymous said...

Of all the food in the world, why would someone choose to eat this western shit, deluding the self or pretending to fully absorb the essence... Oh yeah, this is so clit-zsche.

Anonymous said...

Your writing is poor and sterile. You should get grotesque, low down and dirty.

Anonymous said...

Hey.. You're writing is awesome.. I hope that I could blog just like please give some tips..

Anonymous said...

The problem with you is you think you're special. The fact is you are being pretty - just like any young girls. The trouble is you're stupid enough to be consumed by it. Fact.

Anonymous said...

So full of yourself. All shit.

Anonymous said...

hey what happened to your tweets!

Alvin Bryan Abun Tony said...

So for you, boring is when things are what they seem?

Must you seek for a flower within if all there is to it is just shit?

I do agree that language is being more and more overlooked. but you shouldn't discredit other careers and disciplines as worthless just because you're supporting just one.

some find the art of making money beautiful, and it is worthwhile to try to get to the top of the corporate world. and things like that...

anyways, just about time when you're thinking of me as just the typical mayzhee hater, I'll tell you that I'm not. I'm actually a fan (that thinks you're quite hot though I'll never be able to talk to you, let alone get into your pants like all of your foreign boys).

All I'm saying is, instead of trying to find something more in mundane things, if you can't change it, or if there is nothing particularly wrong with it other than not being what you want it to be....

Learn to embrace it, life's boringness... things as they are...
there is much beauty in common things as they are in surprising ones. And this is coming from a person who draws comics as a hobby.

Tally ho lassy... keep a smile up there.

Anonymous said...

my days of fantasmella***** is suffering from peniledeflation :(

Anonymous said...

since you took a hiatus. mayzhee bye...

Anonymous said...

cum back here you petulant brat!

Anonymous said...

hmm.. off all your posts, now i have an affinity with you - that we are adverse to fads. i'm starting to like you. i do.

Anonymous said...

*averse

Anonymous said...

Self-opinionated bitch. Don't go thinking you're deep or have an IQ above 30 cause you're far from that. Your shallow views only highlight your mental capacity that obviously is on par with a decomposed turnip. Plus you look so fucking ugly I bet your mom breastfed you through a straw. Go get a hug. You obviously need one.

Anonymous said...

I am inveterately obsessed with Harvard University okay! Can’t stop talking about it! May Zhee want to buy my revision book? Cannot! Must save money for Harvard! May Zhee borrow scissors.Cannot! Must study for Harvard! May Zhee go to hell. CANNOT! MUST BE ACCEPTED IN HARVARD.

I eat Harvard.
I breathe Harvard.
I dream Harvard.
I talk Harvard.
I hear Harvard.
My God I even see Harvard in my shit okay!!!

Anonymous said...

did you see the harvard inside mayzhee... bye.

Anonymous said...

imy

Anonymous said...

hello darling, where art thou