Jerome
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Very satisfying it is and much enjoyable when learned, the noble art of doing absolutely nothing.
There is no meaning, no purpose in all this life, in this Chaos, unless- of course, you suppose one, which is recommended some of the time. But not most of the time or always I would say- ...
Especially in the Anglo-Saxon and Germanic countries I have noticed this sad anal-retentive compulsion towards productiveness, that self-content, protestant, philistine ethic. Idleness is looked down on and elegance suffers. Everything must be an effort everyone has to give his best or fake to do so to gain some small material advantage over others. Productiveness furthers society- it generates a bad conscious when neglected.
Even practitioners of all the arts are naturally influenced by that thinking: you "ought to" strive for this and that and do your exercises, manage and sell yourself, or improve yourself 100 times a day. While I don't support all-out laziness (only secretly) I still think that there's a lack of leisurely nonchalance (a noble trait) which is Not ashamed of itself but says when asked about work, not because it's true, but simply for effect: Work? Good god no, but I have KNOWN of people who do.
"What's your job?"- "I'm a eunuch, a pine needle-counter, I'm mentally ill, a human, an ape, a clerk, a president, a bum...." Work reduces man to a machine- a job reduces a person to a word.
Sit in a cafÃ
and watch the people run around, ostensibly linger around in luxury, be a wastrel (there are too few nowadays), bathe in the envious looks, the provincial mentality of the slaves of honest toil, shock with your unconventionality, charm with your bored look, your artistic demeanour, your well-cut clothes- throw away telephone bills and bank account information-leaflets, pretend to be at a loss when it comes to any practical topics like car repairs, demon-summoning or bargain sales- spurn fitness clubs, tourists and parvenus---then go back to your job and do it most diligently! (You little human hypocrite! lol...)
There is no meaning, no purpose in all this life, in this Chaos, unless- of course, you suppose one, which is recommended some of the time. But not most of the time or always I would say- ...
Especially in the Anglo-Saxon and Germanic countries I have noticed this sad anal-retentive compulsion towards productiveness, that self-content, protestant, philistine ethic. Idleness is looked down on and elegance suffers. Everything must be an effort everyone has to give his best or fake to do so to gain some small material advantage over others. Productiveness furthers society- it generates a bad conscious when neglected.
Even practitioners of all the arts are naturally influenced by that thinking: you "ought to" strive for this and that and do your exercises, manage and sell yourself, or improve yourself 100 times a day. While I don't support all-out laziness (only secretly) I still think that there's a lack of leisurely nonchalance (a noble trait) which is Not ashamed of itself but says when asked about work, not because it's true, but simply for effect: Work? Good god no, but I have KNOWN of people who do.
"What's your job?"- "I'm a eunuch, a pine needle-counter, I'm mentally ill, a human, an ape, a clerk, a president, a bum...." Work reduces man to a machine- a job reduces a person to a word.
Sit in a cafÃ