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Hypocrite Reader: For the Utopian Imagination: A note on Banality.



We must begin with the problems of banality and boredom. If I write a cliché I suffer. If I write something that doesn't flash a spark into the nerves of the brain, then what is the use? It is this that keeps me from writing in the first place. I have a deep fear of being banal. What is the use of taking the time to write at all unless you try to make people desire, or feel deeply, or see anew, or inspire creativity? There is no use. Even now, you, reading these words, "hypocrite lecteur, -- mon semblable, -- mon frere!" - why are you not creating yourself, writing your self, making a narrative out of your "self", or if you can't make a narrative why then aren't you making a theory out of the world you perceive and love? Why not? And what of your rage and desire? Or why aren't you searching through Percy Shelley and Emma Goldman for new inspiration to live a life where you can experience the sunlight coming through the window in all of its burning beauty and dirty ugliness? Only then, when we are all creative, when we can all have a chance to be creative, will we truly know our desires, will we truly begin to make a human world. So this is your utopian note, hypocrite reader