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Saturday, 20 August 2005 11:39I have no beauty, talent, intelligence. But the first is easily dispensed with,and the second and third, those who know me might argue with. Let me better explain: I have aspirations to greatness, but find in my own soul, greatness is lacking. Among my peers, who, mired in bourgeois, twenty-first century American comfort, live in contented ignorance, I may seem "smart." But one can do well nowadays without talent; as long as one does not have a learning disability, effort is enough to sail with the best--In school at least.
After school, even effort is not praised as a virtue. America is about money. The monied are the American aristocracy. It has been said before, and better than my untrained ramblings can provide, but perhaps I can offer my own insight without giving offense to those more talented than I?
The poor no longer starve here. Instead they are fed on a cheap and greasy sustenance of not only food, but entertainment. Why should they revolt? They have rights; so they are told; and freedom. The people would not rise in revolution.
So perhaps I am the ony one who longs for it. Revolution. Such a perfect word--though the concept is imperfect. I want a revolution like the French Revolution. Those men who raised passionate voices and put quills to paper so their society could be free! These men were educated, brilliant. You had to be able to quote the great writers and philosophers of past ages to make it on the political stage. Today the only requirement is to look good on TV.
The people then were just as poor and uneducated as they are today, but they understood that their leaders should not be. To lead a country it is important, above all things, to be educated--not even in the modern sense of the word. A leader should have genius. A degree is not enough. A leader should also want the best for their people and for the world.
One might argue that I am too must of an idealist. It is quite possibly so. But is there truly any other way to be? If I have no talent for poetry or prose, or oratorium, let me at least cling to my ideals. What else is worth living for.
My unplanned writing is a miserable exercise as far as organisation is concerned. But so inspired, one must rant and leave correction and modification to a different date. A cry to revolution is a beginning, but it still is not enough.
My long dreamed for revolution is inevitably doomed, hypocritical. We have no king, every citizen has the right to a vote. The fault then lies in the people. But this is the cardinal sin; the people are everywhere good. They can have no fault. And yet the people's will has turned to madness.
--Suzanne
After school, even effort is not praised as a virtue. America is about money. The monied are the American aristocracy. It has been said before, and better than my untrained ramblings can provide, but perhaps I can offer my own insight without giving offense to those more talented than I?
The poor no longer starve here. Instead they are fed on a cheap and greasy sustenance of not only food, but entertainment. Why should they revolt? They have rights; so they are told; and freedom. The people would not rise in revolution.
So perhaps I am the ony one who longs for it. Revolution. Such a perfect word--though the concept is imperfect. I want a revolution like the French Revolution. Those men who raised passionate voices and put quills to paper so their society could be free! These men were educated, brilliant. You had to be able to quote the great writers and philosophers of past ages to make it on the political stage. Today the only requirement is to look good on TV.
The people then were just as poor and uneducated as they are today, but they understood that their leaders should not be. To lead a country it is important, above all things, to be educated--not even in the modern sense of the word. A leader should have genius. A degree is not enough. A leader should also want the best for their people and for the world.
One might argue that I am too must of an idealist. It is quite possibly so. But is there truly any other way to be? If I have no talent for poetry or prose, or oratorium, let me at least cling to my ideals. What else is worth living for.
My unplanned writing is a miserable exercise as far as organisation is concerned. But so inspired, one must rant and leave correction and modification to a different date. A cry to revolution is a beginning, but it still is not enough.
My long dreamed for revolution is inevitably doomed, hypocritical. We have no king, every citizen has the right to a vote. The fault then lies in the people. But this is the cardinal sin; the people are everywhere good. They can have no fault. And yet the people's will has turned to madness.
--Suzanne
