february childishness and a lecture on the man
But Men Loved Darkness rather than Light
by Richard Crashaw
The world’s light shines, shine as it will
The world will love its darkness still.
I doubt though when the world’s in hell,
It will not love its darkness half so well.
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Sometimes I grow weary of being upbeat and positive and all trendy-gratitudey-listy-n-stuff and I want to wallow in and dwell upon all the things in this world that mystify and anger me, because, yes, it makes me feel better. I suppose if there is a time of year set aside for that sort of childish wallowing– a time when it would be sanctioned and even recommended (in order to get it out of the system)– then it would be February. I want to shake my fist at restaurants that unabashedly serve el’ cheapo Kraft mac and cheese for a child’s meal and charge you $6 for it. I want to whine that Kangaroo Kids, that dumb children’s consignment store near our house, did not buy from me a pair of adorable toddler mary janes from The Gap in perfect condition, which, for the record, I did not really want to part with anyway, for sentimental reasons. And that the lady was unfriendly. I want to express outrage upon finding out that energy efficient light bulbs–which are practically bursting off the shelves at Target, saying, “buy me because you hardly have a choice and you are stupid if you don’t,” contain MERCURY, a substance which should be banished from the face of civilization but seems to keep cropping up again and again under the guise of progress (no, I did not have anything better to do on a weekday night–in a completely brain-dead state after wrangling my girls into bed– than watch a twenty-eight minute paranoid youtube documentary about light bulbs). Waa-waaa-waaa!
So in honor of my childish February mood, I give you Jack Black’s lecture on The Man. It never gets old.