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We were sitting there, and
I made a joke about how
it doesn’t dovetail: time,
one minute running out
faster than the one in front
it catches up to.
That way, I said,
there can be no waste.
Waste is virtually eliminated.

To come back for a few hours to
the present subject, a painting,
looking like it was seen,
half turning around, slightly apprehensive,
but it has to pay attention
to what’s up ahead: a vision.
Therefore poetry dissolves in
brilliant moisture and reads us
to us.
A faint notion. Too many words,
but precious.

- John Ashbery

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    Friday
    25Sep2009

    « In Which It Takes A Lot Of Fires To Make A Forest »

    Don't They Know It's The End Of The World?

    by MOLLY LAMBERT

    There is a joke that Los Angeles has four seasons; Fire, Floods, Earthquakes, and Riots. (I didn't say it was funny). It is easy to feel like the world is always ending.

    Because the world is always ending in Los Angeles, we are not necessarily surprised when it does. We are also not surprised when the world keeps going on after that.

    How many times has the ground collapsed underneath you? How often have the forests of your hopes been razed by the flames of unforseen circumstances?

    And yet after each trial and humiliation, there is the opportunity to rebuild. Even if it seems increasingly futile given that you now know it's unstable and impermanent.

    But what is permanence? Is there such a thing? Even the most stable of situations might secretly be sitting on a fault line or border an accidental brush fire.

    So then why do we aspire to stability, as if stability is something we can control? Why do we try to achieve what we already know is ephemeral if not impossible?

    Is it because the alternative of accepting the constant destruction and restructuring of the world around us is just too existentially terrifying? We need something to cling to.

    But clinging is what hurts us, what stops us from ever enjoying the present. We are too scared to let go, to accept that the earth might open up and swallow it at any time.

    The alternative does not have to involve abject terror. We cling to stability because we fear the unknown, but the unknown is rarely as bad as we fear. Sometimes it is better.

    And when picking through the charred remains of your former world sometimes you will stumble upon something you miss, and feel the pangs of nostalgia and saudade.

    Accepting that you will sometimes feel terrible is the only way you will ever feel good.

    Molly Lambert is the managing editor of This Recording. She tumbls here.

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    Reader Comments (3)

    It'd be cool if there were a link at the bottom of the RSS feed entry to the original post. That way I wouldn't have to scroll all the way to the top, then scroll back down just to get here and write, "this was wonderful."

    September 25, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterevan

    accepting that you feel sometimes feel terrible is the only way you will feel good. so true. and so sick of all these books about how to be happy, etc. life includes ups and downs, good times and bad. thinking there is some way around that and some way for things to just be good all the time is ridiculous.

    September 26, 2009 | Unregistered Commentermeredith

    Some of the best L.A. fire photos I saw were at boston.com nonironically.

    September 27, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterHugh

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