(A propósito de la juventud de Andy Warhol, en "Songs for Drella"):
When you're growing up in a small town when you're growing up in a small town when you're growing up in a small town you say, no one famous ever came from here
When you're growing up in a small town and you're having a nervous breakdown and you think that you'll never escape it yourself or the place that you live
Where did Picasso come from there's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh if art is the tip of the iceberg I'm the part sinking below
When you're growing up in a small town bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty people look at you funny when you're in a small town
My father worked in construction it's not something for which I'm suited oh, what is something for which you are suited getting out of here
I hate being odd in a small town if they stare let them stare in New York City as this pink eyed painting albino how far can my fantasy go
I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh no adorable lisping Capote my hero, oh, do you think I could meet him I'd camp out at his front door
There is only one good thing about small town there is only one good use for a small town there is only one good thing about small town you know that you want to get out
When you're growing up in a small town you know you'll grow down in a small town there is only one good use for a small town
Se diría perfectamente posible, aunque difícil, caerle mal a todo Cristo, pero lo contrario está por encima de lo humano e incluso de lo divino. El invento este del blog apareció dentro de esta década que ahora acaba a fin de que muchos seres anónimos tuviesen su escaparate público, y, en efecto, han conseguido ser publicamente anónimos perdidos en la vastedad de la red, enhorabuena. Nadie en su sano juicio seguiría atentamente los delirios o miserias diarios de nadie, por eso aquí aspiramos únicamente a autoabastecernos, como si una nueva especie biológica fuera capaz de alimentarse de sus propias heces. Un especimen así podría sobrevivir en Marte con unas mínimas condiciones de habitabilidad, sin dar cuentas a nadie y rumiando lo que le de la gana en su soledad post-social. Lo sabemos: teneis otras cosas mejores que hacer, capullazos, pero lo mismo seguiremos permanentes como la funerala, chismorreando solos en mitad de la multitud, por chulería, por grafomanía, por narcisismo, por gratitud y porque sí.
Apuntes y comentarios para uso de profesores de filosofía en bachillerato
(A propósito de la juventud de Andy Warhol, en "Songs for Drella"):
ResponderEliminarWhen you're growing up in a small town
when you're growing up in a small town
when you're growing up in a small town
you say, no one famous ever came from here
When you're growing up in a small town
and you're having a nervous breakdown
and you think that you'll never escape it
yourself or the place that you live
Where did Picasso come from
there's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
if art is the tip of the iceberg
I'm the part sinking below
When you're growing up in a small town
bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
people look at you funny
when you're in a small town
My father worked in construction
it's not something for which I'm suited
oh, what is something for which you are suited
getting out of here
I hate being odd in a small town
if they stare let them stare in New York City
as this pink eyed painting albino
how far can my fantasy go
I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
no adorable lisping Capote
my hero, oh, do you think I could meet him
I'd camp out at his front door
There is only one good thing about small town
there is only one good use for a small town
there is only one good thing about small town
you know that you want to get out
When you're growing up in a small town
you know you'll grow down in a small town
there is only one good use for a small town
You hate it and you'll know you have to leave