Archetypal Brand Success
First, they leverage an archetypal character pattern. Second they ‘tell’ an archetypal story. Third, they resolve for us conflicts in primal desires, which exist within us as individuals but which also surface in society as cultural contradictions.
poem
This would have been a great poem, hadn’t it been for the formalist paradigm
This house.
We take our time and drink tea on the second floor
Like cats
Yawning on the pillows,
Leaving slobbers on the wooden walls
In silence.
grotesque social intimacy!
Familiar faces..
As 10 pairs of eyes examine the room, no words interfere
With the formal sound of cups,
Of smoke breathed out of our toasted lungs,
It’s the sound of pressed wrinkles
with the “look-at-me but don’t look!” expression.
never meet the eyes, you self-sufficient bastard!
…with no names, please.
- Ma’ name iz Leon an’ I come from everywhere.
He wades in the dribbled tables, in the snotty ashtrays.
He drinks his wine from plastic glasses.
One sip after another,
Looking towards the eyes
And talking.
– we speak Internationalish!
Did you see “Le Bal”, 1983?
Gabriel said:
El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carecían de nombre, y para mencionarlas había que señaralas con el dedo.
getting drunk
…and my dear friend said to me this evening, while having more than a couple of beers: heaven is not at work, in your patents’ house, in your friends’ living-room, not with me having this great discussion and NOT even in your lover’s heart. heaven is the most beautiful place you’ve ever been. when people die, they go to this perfect place they once visited.
c’est encroyable (yonderboi – ohne chanteuse)
libra (a sort of ars poetica)
When I first started to write Little Boys’ Diary, I thought that everything is going to be just the way I imagined. Every poem should have been written with one specific memory in mind. One poem, one goal to achieve, and the whole project with perfect sense when combining the little pieces. I’m a bit troubled right now.
My next writing should be about a lollipop and a wood. I feel like being in the movie that Serghei showed me last night – Waking Life, that is. I’m just sitting here, with the one memory in my head and I’m not sure what’s wiser:
1. To let go, move on and write the next poem in the project. I could just come back to this subject whenever I feel like it. I’d still have the chance to finish when planned.
2. To stick to the plan and write The Lollipop Wood, whenever I’ll feel like doing it, postponing the whole project and breaking the deadline.
My dilemma can be funny and stupid and childish, but it’s not the first time I deal with this question. What to believe in? Rush or idleness? (Is this question even legitimate?)
Later edit: We should act as much as we think.
Husky Rescue and The Good Man
I am the superman
The great enemy of evil
I fight for goodness, fight for what’s right
The superman with superpowers
The supergood against the bad behaviour
I’ve always been a superman
When I was a boy I wanted to be a fireman
Run to the flames with my superhelmet
Pump up water and fight the fire
Hot flames and evil smoke
Smash things up with a big hammer and rescue all the good people
The proper citizens
I wanted to make my mom proud of me
She was my superwoman
I wanted to be a doctor
Fight against deseases with my knowledge
Make my mom immortal
Help everybody who’s in trouble or feeling bad
And I wanted to be an officer
A policeman with a blue uniform
Put bad people into jail
And keep crime off the streets
Chase gangters with my supercar and shoot them up with my bullets
I wanted to be a great man
Like my father
The good man taking care of his loving family, wife and son
Coming home every day after work and read the newspaper
Build a house in the countryside
And go fishing
Now I got it all
Well, my wife doesn’t love me anymore but that’s ok
I’ve got the other plans already
I have it all figured out
I am the superman
Fight against the bad
One day I’ll fly away, like a butterfly
High up into the sky and I’ll touch the sun
