Wrote letters+Halifax, nova scotia+pseudonym.
I saw fliers years ago about some nut in the 19th century writing letters and posting them around town, that in their essence, was 19th century political trolling.
He went by a fake name like Argyle or Agricola or some shit like that.
Google knows NOTHING.
Does anyone know what the fuck I am talking about?
And fuck all these sub cultures in this city, everyone from metal heads, to punks, to hippies, all act like elitist fucks; with their closed social circles and bullshit fucking attitudes.
When I nod to you in passing; feel fucking free to nod back and not turn up your goddamn nose.
WHEN I WAS A BOY; metal was about being a dirt bag who only wanted to have fun; and wore sweat pants with mustard stains and old t-shirts; we didn’t
Fuck you and your preening.
I hate this city.
I love this city; but I hate the people who are in it; mostly; not everyone; but most anyone who rolls in the groups and cliques.
Go fuck yourselves.
And who is that guy that wrote the letters? —Angry 30 Year Old Bitter Cranky Man Who Hates Everyone For The Most Part
This article appears in Jul 23-29, 2015.
Try pot.
That was oddly satisfying to read.
Smoke a pound of pot. Right now. You fucking need it, pal. All this hate will only eat you alive. Plus it’s a colossal waste of time.
Agricola was the pseudonym for a dude named John Young who, in the 19th century, wrote newspaper articles regarding his own stock and trade, agriculture. His identity was a great mystery to the people of the time. Young eventually purchased what is now known as Willow Park.
BITCH AS CONCEPTUAL ART
For the 1917 exhibition of the Society of Independent Artists the renowned conceptual artist Marcel Duchamp submitted “Fountain,” an actual urinal and signed it “R.Mutt.” Before he signed it the urinal was just a urinal but after it became ART. The work was not a special object and the experience of viewing it was neither exciting nor ennobling. So how was it to be viewed?
Interpretations as to its meaning varied. For some “Fountain,” following the “Dada” school, meant that art was something you just piss on. For others, however, it meant a great deal more. For example Jerry Saltz, writing in “The Village Voice” (2006) claimed that “Fountain brings us into contact with an original that also exists in an altered philosophical and metaphysical state.” The question before us now is how the present bitch is to be conceived, something to piss on or a true example of conceptual art, something that brings us into contact with an altered physical and metaphysical state.
On mature reflection it seems to me that it is only something we piss on.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Derp. Derp. Derp.
Marry me.
You just made cause you don’t have a clique.
Are you trying to talk to me?
I find that when I start to find just about everyone in the world irritating it is because something isn’t going right in my own life. So now, when I start to get into that sort of distorted thinking I ask myself what I can change to improve my mood. It might be as simple as getting more sleep, eating better or getting out for a walk. Or it could be more complicated. But, at least if I think about how to improve the situation I immediately feel that I am taking control and not simply the victim of a world full of idiots.
Anyway, works for me.
This is great! I am researching my family tree, and my great, great, great, great grandfather is John Young, a prominent member of the provincial parliament and the author of those “fliers” you are talking about. They were actually published letters regarding his theories of agriculture and husbandry that were eventually carried into practice.
Anyway, I really enjoyed your dramatic, school-girlish rant. I am definitely printing this off to add to our family tree album so my grand children can look back and laugh at the crazy man who was angry about a man born in 1774.
. 🙂