I am not modern

by walterdoege

although modern is a polifonic word, I’m not modern…i don’t like modern cities, modern automobiles, modern pianos, modern cafés, modern streets, modern builts, modernwayofliving, and so on, but I appreciate so much the contemporary opportunity regarding choices and the reinvention and rebuilding of a better world for all people…the modern and the contemporary are not the same issue…I guess as a non sense to talk abou post modernity, because, in fact, there’s never existed modernity, but some new ways to do old things, human things…walking on the streets in moderns cities is radically different from one century behind…I aknowledge all human civilizatory process, especially the treatment and prevention of some diseases, more especially the body pain relief remedies, perhaps the main human effort…perhaps soul pain remains as always was…facing soul pain nowadays, however,  remains hard labour, but some really new ways, I mean, contemporary ways, to deal with soul pain is a so joyous mark of civilization and, utmost, human goodness…that are still underestimated…blogging is a way…to make…my blue…a blues trial…to mention one example…some new steps against non sense and soul pain are inhabited with so newness that can not still be noticed, and even more, used…as some utilitarian sources for a closer to a joyous and lovely daily living…people shall and must live better, beyond body comfort, so important…in direction to some new ways of living when the soul can fly free and create new brand days of share our home…this is our home…this is our responsibility…this is my daily effort…to write some phrases…searching for us…this writing is not a manifesto, but I read like one…i never forget I am just a writer, a fiction writer, a romancist, but fiction – the old lullabies – do exist to support unkind realities…literature and art is a limit that present boundaries in between hunger and appetite…frontiers from deep wounds and woes…presenting joy and enjoyment by just staying alive in, do a work, play funny, care of the life of people…the life…the world…the world, is not a word, but very most, wonderful realities…rockin’ and rolllin’ the real, so do creating amazing realities…now I watch meditative at my hearth…at summertime, a hearth for my heart…I am not modern and this writing is not a manifesto, or may be…