Names Drop So Hard They Rock

Names Drop So Hard They Rock

A Story by Floundering About

Precipitated by a misheard lyric, as you might guess.

Once I wanted to be the greatest, to feel so sad it rocked.  Chan Marshall did not quite sing that.  I want to feel so sad it rocks.  Oh, yes.  Rocks!  Rocks me down, crazy slow.  Anne Carson wrote that.  But yes, slowly rock me.  I want the sadness to be locutionary, even though I say nothing.  J.L. Austin’s book should have been a question, How To Do Things With Words?  I want the walls to rock.  The ceiling to shatter.  To get to the bottom of it.  Does this change.  Gertrude Stein wrote another question without a mark.  A stage, myself as actor and audience.  Anything yet?  A cathartic performance.  Still nothing?  You don’t know?  Well, that’s something isn’t it?

© 2010 Floundering About

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Added on June 23, 2010
Last Updated on June 23, 2010
Tags: sad, performance, names, catharsis, Cat Power, Chan Marshall, The Greatest, Anne Carson, J.L. Austin, Gertrude Stein