epistemological doldrums

i was reading in jack kerouac's desolation angels
reading of jack's vivid account of becoming disgusted with himself with the world with everything
it's the last section of the book where he contrasts the simple love and goodness of his mother and the spirit of home she conveys against the rude wrestling for daily position in the world's market place that everyone else seems to be clasping
nothing made sense not the freedom not the drugs not the whores not the road trips not the parties it all became disgusting revolting
as did his perception of all of wretched human history
an existential and spiritual deadend as it were
and he acknowledges rather glaringly that he is destined he wants to find home he wants to find comfort from the storm and uncertainty of the world the drag into decadence the dance into constant deception

perhaps it is the time of year
perhaps the actual mood of things
perhaps there is this radical necessity of having to acknowledge that in fact nothing is going on
nobody is writing about anything important
no statements are being made
the world is in a ship lolling about with no means of
transport no engine no wind in the sails

why this ennui
why these massive gravitational pulls into
the black holes of cognition

kirby's writing about lady bugs
(and presumably about marianne moore)
sally's in the trenches
silliman is gagging about in a political dither
curtiss faville is waxing eloquent about cocktails
borneman is posting pictures of plastic
stuck to barbwire fences in north dakota
singing plastic singing in the wind
or perhaps the previous post which most poignantly expresses
the mood of our reality the collective mood
a photo of a big plastic cow looking at the sunset
in none other than
north dakotah
singing fences singing with plastic in the wind
stu is cultivating a spirit of unity and mathematical probablity
but nobody's talkin
and what the fig am i doing
almost nothing admittedly
nothing of note
a few halfassed efforts at odd poetic styles
and a dedication to describing the doldrums in vivid detail
what else
i visited a few other blogs
liccione is stuck on catholic appearances in the poitical scene
morality and health care
nobody's talkin

my sense is that there's just too much going on for there to be anything really interesting going on

summer seems to be winding down
although i must say i am into summer still
i am into the quiet doing almost nothing spirit
the leisure the books the music the friends
the outings the little goings on around my house

in a world where nothing really happens and everything seems to be happening at once at least somewhere on the planet

after epistemological saturation
what next

maybe the most important work is trench work
digging in the earth
and reading the lines and the cracks and the colors in the dirt
maybe that's where something quite interesting is happening
tielhard de chardin sj
mucking about in gobi desert loess and calling it consolation

let me speak of the meaning profound in the shovel and pick-ax
scrapers and hoes and rakes...

now perhaps we're onto something...