As being a suffering artist in the cultural North Korea also known as Paris is not enough, I also have a grave physiological disfunction: God, who seem to be in the habit of proving his existence by messing with my life, has created me with fat feet!
I mean, how cool is it to be walking down Bd Saint Michel dressed in my best Armani suit and then have to kneel down to tie my shoe laces every tenth meter?!
So Please God: re-do and next time do it right!
4/04/2014
3/27/2014
A guide to Parisian schools of philosophy: 1) the existentialism of extreme volatility
French people in general and Parisians in particular are all
philosophers of life. Of course they are all epicureans, which basically turns
them into the least pleased people in the world. If you hear someone say
something positive about anything you know you have met a foreigner. One way to
overcome this unsatisfaying state of life is by eating well while drinking tons
of good wine – so this compartment is not really a problem.
What really is a problem is instead the existentialist school
of extreme volatility that guides both the daily rhythm of the Parisian as well
as their life cycle. But understanding this specific line of philosophy
actually helps to survive the everyday life in Paris; so below follows a crash
course in extreme existentialism volatility.
The typical Parisian walk around thinking that he or her
lives in the best of all worlds. The logic is something like: “since Paris is
the best place in the world, which it must be since I live here, I live in the
best of all worlds”. Do not make the mistake of confusing the “best of all
worlds” with the fact that everything still can and should be complained about
(a typical rookie mistake). Just try telling a Parisian that something might be
different and even slightly better somewhere else and watch (out for) the
reaction – you will instantly realize that “since this is the way it is in
Paris, it is the best in the world”.
Occasionally however something happens to rock this
worldview of self-absorption and the Parisian flock suddenly realizes that
something actually might not be The Best in Paris, that it actually can be not
only different but also better somewhere else. This sets the Parisian into a
frenzy, and he or she (usually without warning) goes from living in the best of
worlds to living in hell – et voilà –
SOMETHING MUST BE DONE, IMMEDIATELY. In short, the Parisians PANIC!
This PANIC goes on for a couple of days before - all of sudden (and again without warning) -everything goes back to normal again. During these days of panic usually the most absurd discussions and attempts to solve the "situation" takes place, not with speed nor with insight, but with an alarming SOUND. Part of the existentialistic movement of extreme volatility is of course the philosophical insight that it is the sound that makes the tree fall. Without sound no problem and of course every solution requires even more sound.
As just recently when the "news" about the pollution in Paris hit the world (and for once world news actually hit Paris). This was only "news" for Parisians, anyone not born and bred in Tjernobyl just have to take a breath to realise how poor the air is. As if that is not enough, watching the Parisian habits regarding pollution, waste and environment also reveal that Parisians are lacking basic insights in causal principles in these areas.
So what then became the result of this Parisian environmental awakening? A four day mass-psychosis when Parisians banned kids from playing outdoors, banned cars with odd numbers from driving (during one day) and TALKED, TALKED, TALKED endlessly about this. On the fifth day apparently the problem was solved (there had been a slight wind in the air) so the Parisians resigned to their usual habits of polluting everything and everywhere to the extent possible (and even beyond).
Just as the sudden awareness was a mystery so was the fact that the problem had been solved - especially as the air pretty much is the same and the traffic and other air-polluting activities definitely has not decreased - if anything the opposite.
All this can only be understood if one knows the philosophy of volatile existentialism - which can be summarised as: 1) to make sure that we actually do exist we need from time to time to panic, and 2) any activity done or not done in panic to solve the problem, solves the problem if it is accompanied with a lot of noise and publicity.
The logic of the existentialism of extreme volatility is solid, the noise and the publicity will make sure that the next time pollution levels makes it impossible for kids to play outside it has become part of everyday life and does no longer deserve any Parisian's attention - because "if this is normal in Paris, it is normal in the best place in the world, thus it is no longer a problem". Problem solved!
This PANIC goes on for a couple of days before - all of sudden (and again without warning) -everything goes back to normal again. During these days of panic usually the most absurd discussions and attempts to solve the "situation" takes place, not with speed nor with insight, but with an alarming SOUND. Part of the existentialistic movement of extreme volatility is of course the philosophical insight that it is the sound that makes the tree fall. Without sound no problem and of course every solution requires even more sound.
As just recently when the "news" about the pollution in Paris hit the world (and for once world news actually hit Paris). This was only "news" for Parisians, anyone not born and bred in Tjernobyl just have to take a breath to realise how poor the air is. As if that is not enough, watching the Parisian habits regarding pollution, waste and environment also reveal that Parisians are lacking basic insights in causal principles in these areas.
So what then became the result of this Parisian environmental awakening? A four day mass-psychosis when Parisians banned kids from playing outdoors, banned cars with odd numbers from driving (during one day) and TALKED, TALKED, TALKED endlessly about this. On the fifth day apparently the problem was solved (there had been a slight wind in the air) so the Parisians resigned to their usual habits of polluting everything and everywhere to the extent possible (and even beyond).
Just as the sudden awareness was a mystery so was the fact that the problem had been solved - especially as the air pretty much is the same and the traffic and other air-polluting activities definitely has not decreased - if anything the opposite.
All this can only be understood if one knows the philosophy of volatile existentialism - which can be summarised as: 1) to make sure that we actually do exist we need from time to time to panic, and 2) any activity done or not done in panic to solve the problem, solves the problem if it is accompanied with a lot of noise and publicity.
The logic of the existentialism of extreme volatility is solid, the noise and the publicity will make sure that the next time pollution levels makes it impossible for kids to play outside it has become part of everyday life and does no longer deserve any Parisian's attention - because "if this is normal in Paris, it is normal in the best place in the world, thus it is no longer a problem". Problem solved!
3/21/2014
Paris and Poetry
As a poet I often get very confused questions that somehow seem to relate to the fact that I happen to live in Paris. Let me make one thing clear, I did not chose to live in Paris, no person in their right mind would ever chose to live in Paris. I live in Paris because a) it minimises my contact with my fellow countrymen (which certainly is a good thing), and b) my girlfriend insists we have to live here because of her job. I do not know what her job is and honestly I do not care, all I know is that it takes a lot of understanding and sacrifice on my part because of this.
People somehow have the idea that being a poet it is natural to live in Paris, as if Paris in itself had something to do with poetry. This is of course complete nonsense, let me provide you novices about Paris with some basic facts before you run around and annoy suffering artists like me with your infantile remarks like "Oh Paris is so beautiful" or "It must be so romantic?!"
1. Paris is filled with Parisians. For those of you who do not know what that means I can tell you that this is a bunch of people who have an attention span of a goldfish (yes scientists now claim that goldfishes are intelligent - what does that tell us about scientists?!), are more egocentric than a spoiled house cat on drugs and walk around with the same view on themselves and their importance as the Russian President.
2. Parisians drive motor vehicles. Take point 1 above and put them with a stinking car or motorcycle and you quickly understands why you suddenly meet a motorcycle in full speed on the minimal sidewalk when walking with a baby stroller, or find a huge SUV parked on the zebra crossing or sidewalk with the the engine running, air condition on, window open so that the driver can enjoy a cigarette. Not to mention the fact that also Parisians have cars with horns.
3. Parisians have dogs. The easiest way to separate tourists from those who have the misfortune to live in Paris is by the fact that all who have spent more than two weeks in Paris are walking with their eyes staring on the pavement and the dog poo radar on full alert. There is seriously so much dog poo on the streets that the Parisians even have invented the superstition that stepping into a pile of dog poo with your left foot means luck! That way you are "lucky" fifty percent of the times you step in dog poo - a strategy which of course only works if you are a gold fish minded Parisian.
4. Parisians are polite. Beware when you hear someone utter the word "Pardon", that is usually only used as an excuse for elbowing you to get before in line, to push you out of the way in order to save five extra steps, to stop you from entering the Metro by suddenly blocking the door, or for hitting you with a heavy handbag, umbrella or whatever comes in handy, just for the sheer pleasure of it.
5. Parisians have money. To have enough money to be totally arrogant towards others is a requirement for being a Parisian - it does not matter how many generations you and your family has lived in Paris, without enough money to look down on those inferior people who actually work and toil to make ends meet, you are not a real Parisian. Because part of being Parisian is to make everybody not born in wealth know that they are losers.
6. Parisians hate Paris. Paris is actually such a dreadful place to live in that also Parisians desperately try to avoid it to all the extent they can. That is why it is a requirement to go away from Paris on any school leave - February to the alps, Spring leave to Normandie, Summer abroad or the Riviera, Fall abroad (preferably London or New York). But the most striking illustration on how much the Parisians hate Paris is when all Parisians come back to the city - the infamous rentrée - and they face the horror of living in Paris in comparison to any other place they have just visited. The normal, so famous Parisian ambiance with its nice mixture of stress, insults and physical abuse goes through the roof for a couple of weeks before settling at its normal level of just plain unbearableness.
So next time when you hang at tourist traps that you think are "typically Parisian" like Le Deux Magot or Café de Flore and you are about to harass some poor artist - please consider the pressure we artists live under, add the fact that we even have to live in Paris, and just go back to pretend that you are a a typical Parisian intellectual like Sartre; a spoilt snob from a wealthy background, bred by a typical French elite school who never had to work one day in his life - and refrain yourself.
People somehow have the idea that being a poet it is natural to live in Paris, as if Paris in itself had something to do with poetry. This is of course complete nonsense, let me provide you novices about Paris with some basic facts before you run around and annoy suffering artists like me with your infantile remarks like "Oh Paris is so beautiful" or "It must be so romantic?!"
1. Paris is filled with Parisians. For those of you who do not know what that means I can tell you that this is a bunch of people who have an attention span of a goldfish (yes scientists now claim that goldfishes are intelligent - what does that tell us about scientists?!), are more egocentric than a spoiled house cat on drugs and walk around with the same view on themselves and their importance as the Russian President.
2. Parisians drive motor vehicles. Take point 1 above and put them with a stinking car or motorcycle and you quickly understands why you suddenly meet a motorcycle in full speed on the minimal sidewalk when walking with a baby stroller, or find a huge SUV parked on the zebra crossing or sidewalk with the the engine running, air condition on, window open so that the driver can enjoy a cigarette. Not to mention the fact that also Parisians have cars with horns.
3. Parisians have dogs. The easiest way to separate tourists from those who have the misfortune to live in Paris is by the fact that all who have spent more than two weeks in Paris are walking with their eyes staring on the pavement and the dog poo radar on full alert. There is seriously so much dog poo on the streets that the Parisians even have invented the superstition that stepping into a pile of dog poo with your left foot means luck! That way you are "lucky" fifty percent of the times you step in dog poo - a strategy which of course only works if you are a gold fish minded Parisian.
4. Parisians are polite. Beware when you hear someone utter the word "Pardon", that is usually only used as an excuse for elbowing you to get before in line, to push you out of the way in order to save five extra steps, to stop you from entering the Metro by suddenly blocking the door, or for hitting you with a heavy handbag, umbrella or whatever comes in handy, just for the sheer pleasure of it.
5. Parisians have money. To have enough money to be totally arrogant towards others is a requirement for being a Parisian - it does not matter how many generations you and your family has lived in Paris, without enough money to look down on those inferior people who actually work and toil to make ends meet, you are not a real Parisian. Because part of being Parisian is to make everybody not born in wealth know that they are losers.
6. Parisians hate Paris. Paris is actually such a dreadful place to live in that also Parisians desperately try to avoid it to all the extent they can. That is why it is a requirement to go away from Paris on any school leave - February to the alps, Spring leave to Normandie, Summer abroad or the Riviera, Fall abroad (preferably London or New York). But the most striking illustration on how much the Parisians hate Paris is when all Parisians come back to the city - the infamous rentrée - and they face the horror of living in Paris in comparison to any other place they have just visited. The normal, so famous Parisian ambiance with its nice mixture of stress, insults and physical abuse goes through the roof for a couple of weeks before settling at its normal level of just plain unbearableness.
So next time when you hang at tourist traps that you think are "typically Parisian" like Le Deux Magot or Café de Flore and you are about to harass some poor artist - please consider the pressure we artists live under, add the fact that we even have to live in Paris, and just go back to pretend that you are a a typical Parisian intellectual like Sartre; a spoilt snob from a wealthy background, bred by a typical French elite school who never had to work one day in his life - and refrain yourself.
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