woods-pretending

November 7, 2024

I read the play, hatchet job, but you work with what you got
Life is just two quarters in the machine
But either you got it or you don’t, that’s the thing
I was still hittin’ the buttons, “Game Over” on the screen
Dollar movie theater, dingy foyer, little kid, not a penny to my name
Fuckin’ with the joystick, pretendin’ I was really playin’
Pretendin’ I was really playin’
Pretendin’ I was really playin’

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“Art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship… It severed an umbilical cord and now lives its own sterile life, generating and degenerating itself… Today the individual has become the highest form and the greatest bane of artistic creation.”

Ingmar Bergman

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