The liveliness of dead shit

Warning: This is not a post about zombies.


If Bennett wants us to give life to words, perhaps we should start with the negative ones. Words like trash, garbage, sewage, they all have taken a life of their own in our minds. Sure, my mental trash pile has a coke bottle and yours has sprite, but nobody is told to think about trash and thinks of a dog, or a cake, or maybe a sibling. Trash is a great word to start with actually, because we have all sorts of predetermined feelings about it. If the point is to beings words to life like us, nothing works better than trash. We feel it, smell it, see it in our heads; we remember having to take trash out of our house as a kid or our dorm now, and we feared it as a kid because it meant going out in the dark at night usually, we hate it now because we’re cheap and our bags leak or break. But it’s something we have to deal with because it smells. And, like Jamie said, smell is our strongest sense. We remember the smell of trash, that how most people remember to take it out. It can be overflowing and all over the ground, BUT if that fish has another day or two before I can’t breath, I’ll wait it out.

Unfortunately, a sea filled with trash isn’t the same thing as a bin filled with trash. I can’t use 100 cans of Febreeze to make a place like the Salton sea smell better; that might even compound the problem. The sea, a cesspool of nasty, used to be an unofficial second Palm Springs. Unlike me and my bin, celebrities like Sony Bono had no interest in waiting for someone to take the trash out of the sea.



~ by jordandmtp on March 3, 2015.