Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Dear George,   Like you, I am a man of vision.  Through the smoky mist, that constantly surrounds me, I see the faint outlines of a future utopia in which all of humanity will achieve a happiness that borders on numbness.  That’s what happiness is, George, total oblivion.    All of this came to me in a powerful vision, as I lay slumped in a doorway, watching the passing traffic.   In my stupor, I saw a man pass me with a zoned out expression on his face.  In his ears were two tiny pods.  As he walked, music from his iPod had blotted out his existence.   Then I made the connection:  the pods in The Invasion of the Body Snatchers; and I saw!  Body Snatchers wasn’t a horror movie, IT WAS A GODDAMN UTOPIAN VISION OF THE FUTURE!!!!   Nor was Kevin McCarthy a hero; he was a fucking Luddite trying to hold back the unstoppable march of history.  What did the movie promise us: a world of blissful indifference!  Isn’t that what we all want?    Give me the good life, George.  Give me a life where I can pass out in the bottom of the boat as it drifts aimlessly downstream, bumping its way around every obstacle and carrying me along in my don’t-give-shit life somewhere, someplace, maybe, but who really cares?    It’s a wonderful life, and it’s getting better every day.  I’m counting on you to deliver.   Your admirer, Belacqua Jones 9:19:41 PM    comment []

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The early letters of Belacqua Jones are available in book form at www.belacquajones.com.   5:26:40 AM    comment []

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