Sunday, November 15, 2009

When I should be writing my PS

I bore through two and half hours of West Side Story and Arundhati Rao's Come September and another reading of 'The Howl's eli eli llama homosexual rantings.

Is it good or bad to be impressionable- each one is affected differently by what is crap for one, kitsch for another, spur to someone else? Is it a harm to be enthusiastic? Should one pretend moral superiority and lose the innocence of the action reaction spiel, and be deliberative and not get the high of now and done- whats next?

I have been trying to think. But conventional ramblings keep me busy.

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