notes on the weather... assbackwards late

the weather makes me think ethereal experience your not supposed to completely understand. like a phillip glass piece or a painting thats nothing but blackness. i wont lie, i have a hard time appreciating this kind of literature. it seems whimsical, which is cute and all, but i can't seem to get over the whole publishing thing. maybe its the fact that i am an aspiring writer, and when i see stuff thats published that i find juvenile, i repsond with bitterness. i guess my real desire is to have the author, or some figure of literary authority, defend this work and explain to me where the value lies. thats why i think im so over critical. i dont take experimental literature at face value. i need substance that speaks of forthought and disciplne. while there are moments of clarity for me, namely the residence at c__, the day sections just seem tedious and over fanciful. i write that kind of stuff when im drunk or on drugs, and while it maintains a certain value to me (mostly nostalgic) i would never assume that there was value to anyone else. it reminds me of an experience i had the other day where i was playing my guitar, but in an unusual way. i had it resting vertically between my legs as i sat. i began to tap hysterically on the harmonics in an attempt to create a sweeping melody hidden in the percussive sounds of the tapping. my friend did the same with a ukalale. we were both on drugs mind you. we had a fantastic time and thought that what we had created was magnificent. when i attempted to recreate similiar music the next day, the magic was gone. the point im trying to make is that we all have interal experiences that are valuable to us, and there is certainly no harm in sharing them. i think oftentimes we overindulge writers and artists by appluading their work, even when we dont understand it. anti-essentialism, the beleif that their are no necessary and suffificent conditions for something being a peice of art, leaves the door wide open to anything. that being said, any artist can create anything they want, and as long as they want to call it art, or as long as their is a community willing to embrace it as art, it instantly becomes art and therefor worth appreciating. i think this is a popular trend among writers and artists, and i do not agree that just because you can call it art does it add value to it. as mone of my favorite sayings go, "just because you can, it doesnt mean that you should."