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it's funny what the fear of complexity will push you to, aint it?
fear of ambiguity, avoidance of complex judgments: you want everything solved for you by virtue of the product label--you call a book a memoir and goddamn it it should taste like a memoir and cooking times should not vary. this is a commodity world and we like the predictability that commodity form provides. corn flakes are corn flakes, a dunkin hines cake mix is a dunkin hines cake mix and a memoir should provide an unproblematic vicarious experience not as experience is or might plausibly be modelled, but as we want it to be, like you see on television--a physical thing moving through a field of other things, that's real: none of this process crap, none of this making of meaning crap---memoirs allow us to dream ourselves as commodified versions of ourselves.
what "happens" is what you see, modelled on what television can reproduce.
nothing else is real.
these "memoirs" are models that reinforce the idea that being abject in the fact of our own experience is a good idea.
which of course oprah is all about.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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