03 October 2007

If I Ruled The World...

My perfect world would be hand written letters and payphones.
Old records and old cars.
Guys opening doors for girls and waiting for them to sit down before they sit down.
Waiting for them to start eating before they eat.
dudes wouldn't wear pants hanging off their ass and hats like big buckets with stickers still on them and dudes wouldn't wear Hercules sandals, either
dudes would wear suits, always.
always dressed up.
ever see old photos of basbeall games back in the day?
men had on suits, fedoras, cigars, ties and sparkling shoes
they weren't painting their chests with beer helmets
and eating nacho cheese dip off their gut like a table
women would dress very german
totalitarian, always
lots of long coats with buttons and everything very well-tailoured
think WW2 britain and germany
the world may've been a mess then but we had our fashion straight up and down.
we'd put driving gloves in our "glove comparments" not ketchup packets
There'd be no cell phones, no "social networking sites"
People would talk in person and make distant plans to meet
They'd send postcards to each other saying "meet me here in 3 weeks at 4 o'clock"
and they'd be there, 3 weeks later, at 4 o'clock waiting
Conversation and white wine would flow the same
endlessly getting better the longer it carries on
deeper and deeper like a spiral staircase
the nights would fade into days into nights
it would always be fall, cool crisp wind
There'd be dogs everywhere
under the covers, in the yard, in the house, on the porch
digging and play-fighting
We could live and love with reckless abandon
We could assume eternal supply and it would be there for us
We could live like kids forever
Carefree
unchained hearts
no tragedy
No death, no taxes, no bills, no bullshit
Just love and art and impulsiveness and spontaneity
and long drives with the windows down
and books and books and books and books and books
and music, always, constantly
silence only in our heads when we sleep
darkness only in our heads when we close our eyes
when we wake, there's music
rock, folk, soul, doo wop, garage, blues, classical, punk, dance, rap,
news on the AM radio
little kids learning to play the piano
everything
and everything would taste Mediterranean
and smell like old cobblestones just before a storm

6 comments:

anarchist said...

HI.

JACOB MARLEY, INDEPENDENT PLANET.

MISS LANE IS NOT AT HER DESK NOW,
GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO SKIM THROUGH HER MAIL AND MESS WITH HER DESKTOP COMPUTER.
GOTHAM CITY HUH? WILD BEAT. GOT CROX THERE. KILLER.
WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY,
'F' 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE.

NITEY NITE...

Anonymous said...

WOw, that is pretty much exactly how I wished the world was. Although, for me, probably abit older fashion, like, corsets and bussels, and old victorian suits with the wing-neck collars :)

Krypto said...

That far back, huh?
Think WWII Britain and Germany?
I'd rather only go back, say thirty five years ago...
Women would be wearing Simplicity Pattern 5588, and London Fog or Burberry Double Breasted Trench coats Properly.
They would also be wearing Safari Jacket Separates, Properly in the Spring, Summer and Early Fall: Single Breasted Ski Jackets with the belts in proper use the rest of the time.
And they would be wearing knee high boots with practical heels, too boot.

Hiero said...

They do that in other countries still even with networking, internet, cell phone junk. Its just not here in America anymore, broken fragmented, and bankrupt culture.

Mc[hell]La said...

I came upon this page randomly and I feel as though I'm reading my own thoughts translated through someone else's elegant description. I agree whole-heartedly with your entire assertion of how the world should be. You're a fuck'n genius!! Now, if only we could implement your assertion as the law of mankind...wouldn't that be swell!?! Thank you very much for allowing the world into your, obviously brilliant, mind.
Sincerely,
Michaela

Robo said...

If there is ever an election for World Leader, you've got my vote. I'd never really thought about spectator sports culture before, but you hit the nail on the proverbial head. In short, Amen, Ditto, and Roger That.