A New York Times slide show of the Georgian conflict (here)has got me in a funk at the moment. For obvious reasons, not the least of them being that while all this suffering is going on in the world, I am buying bicycle parts and sitting behind a desk typing up reports for institutional investors. I feel useless. Sure, I could marry some rich jack-ass who would sweep me off to the peace corps (fanciful idea, right?) but even that's a sort of vacation, you know? Hang out at NGO bars and then return to normal life in the states. And the only easy way out of that, the easiest institutionalization of that life is the objectifying distance of the reporter, the foreign correspondent, held at a distance by your telephoto lens, giving up doing for the catharsis of telling.
Its so easy to see what needs to be done. It's so hard to be able to do it.
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
1 comment:
right there with you but brother if you even know what needs to be done you're ahead.
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