with rue my heart is laden…
no i’ll be dead serious…
my heart is broken, i’m picking up the pieces. with the good company of beer and dip.
i always thought there was a hidden meaning at the end of camus’ book, that people like you don’t pick up on. When it reads, “One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” that that meant: One MUST imagine him happy - not because he is in fact happy - but because it would destroy a person to imagine him as he must be… broken.
anybody want to be my therapist?
that’s depressing, you’re depressed…
Time’s up, $80 please.
Homework: go to my Black Hole of Love Poetry thread in the Creative Writing forum and add something.
Or are you supposed to approve me first? Well, $80 just for the interview, then.
Sisyphus
I take the reference to that character as meaning that one must enjoy the meaningless grind of life. It’s something to do while are waiting to die. One can enjoy the absurdity and draw meaning from it, or one can get crushed by it.
is that last part actually serious? i seriously doubt it is. In that case, go scratch your crabs and excuse me while i moan.
yes, thats how you and EVERYBODY else interprets it: you read it as it reads. And you’re dumb enough to be proud of it, somepeople are dumb enough even to publish it.
I’m somewhat neutral on it and the Greeks, or at least a few of them, came up with the idea, and they are well beyond legal action.
However, if one does not enjoy the grind then one will be pushing around a small bitter pill with their nose for an undetermined period of time. This results in feelings of exhaustion around 40 that one might be tempted to call enlightenment.
I forgot to mention, that that quote, “One must imagine Sisyphus happy” is written for you and people like you, for everyone pretty well: the weak.
The week become the strong as they laugh instead of cry at their bloodied hands and numb feet; there is a small window where all of that pushing has built up muscles that bear the load well and get glances from those other pushers, then: cancer.
I’m perplexed that you thought there was a “hidden†meaning? Surely it’s not meant to be taken at face value?
To me the most obvious meaning to ‘One must imagine Sisyphus happy’ is simply pragmatic; to do otherwise is futile (irony) and crosses the border of sanity.
But more interesting than that interpretation is the intended ambiguity. The last sentence is like an open wound – it just lies there. Those who come across it either ignore it, bandage it up or peer inside.
From an existentialist point of view pushing that rocks sums up the philosophy.
you are wrong, you are weak. the strong aren’t pushing the rock up the hill so to speak metaphorically… they are at the bar, broken.
exactly.
No, the strong are at the bar have a drink or twenty. They are too rigid to bend under the weight of the rock, thus they snap and again proving that strength is weakness and weakness is strength.
you idiot, they aren’t pushing a rock up a fucking hill in teh first place.
go push your rock and be dumb enough to be proud of it!
The rock not pushed will roll. The rock not supported will roll. The rock will roll one way or another. The ignored rock will soon be painted by the blood and guts of the inattentive. It’s one way to avoid cancer.
no, you idiot. the hill doesn’t just keep going down, every hill has a bottom. and that bottom is where the strong are, with only one foot in the metaphor i would suggest to you that that bottom is spending your last dollar on alcohol and sluts with crabs and wiping your ass with a newspaper.
and you’re not fucking helping. i’m not here to tutor your stupid ass.
actually… it was serious… I thought you meant you literally had a broken heart…
On crabs (and your pathetic jumped-to conclusions… you don’t know me, arsehole) – I heard Sysiphus had crabs and couldn’t scratch 'em, to go along with his more well-known punishment. I didn’t /really/ hear that, but oh well.
I like to imagine Sysiphus becoming so strong after all that pushing that he can manage the rock so as to throw it at the gods and crush them with it. That would’ve made for a much more satisfying ending, I think. Maybe it wouldn’t have fit – but, that doesn’t really matter, I guess.
And I don’t care what you think about it so just shut up and keep your wise-cracks to your damn self.
this is un-fucking-believable. my heart - it definately needs some maintenance work. the best ranting scathing diatribe in a public blog for her and everyone to see that ever was written, or a stiff slap in the face, or something where i can look back and say, ‘that, that, is where i lost my dignity’.
What in holy hell are you talking about?
What, are you being mean in a cutesy sort o’ play-fighting way? You’re not “crabby” and takin’ it out on everybody else? I’m not trying to muck with your dignity, I’m just saying back off… and that was such a little part of what I said.
i’m not talking about you. i shouldn’t have quoted you for my post.