Wonderfully nihilistic, i hate when people have these pseudo-intellectual tattoos of some shallow "meaningful" expression that everyone's heard a million timesIndeed, and thank you, I'm really pleased with it. Will eventually get it added too - not a sleeve but a continuation of sorts on my upper arm, ending on the back of my right shoulder (parsley, thyme and a cluster of mushrooms, respectively).
this is all a bit contradictory to me and i'm willing to accept that i just don't understand the thinking behind it. (sorry to the bearer) i suppose this phrase means as much as the egg behind the fence does? ie: nothing, there's no point, it just is... but doesn't this tattoo fundamentally contradict nihilism? if so, then it's as pseudo intellectual as any other shallow meaningless expression whether you've seen it a million times or not.
i'm genuinely interested, if asking for explanation makes me a cunt then so be it. i'd say if you can't handle someone asking, genuinely interested in the thought behind the writing on your arm, then you're a bit of a cunt yourself. you're perfectly at liberty to simply reply "it's personal" or "mind your own business" or even "fuck off you cunt" if you don't want to explain. (last bit to essines).
No offence taken at all! I get a lot of very mixed feedback from it.To be honest the intention wasn't to convey nihilism particularly... Well, perhaps realism verging on nihilism.
There was a thought process involved; It's a combination of two quotes, the latter part taken from my favourite writer Dylan Thomas, who you could say was rather nihilistic. I like the way the two quotes both contradict each other, and yet harmonise also - they flow nicely into each other, especially when said aloud - audio aesthetics is a big factor.
The first part, said by Cartier-Bresson with regard to artistic expression, followed by a rather forgettable yet all-emcompassing statement in Thomas' Under Milk Wood - in which he is describing the daily activities of a small Welsh Villiage - declaring it all well, futile and meaningless, but in quite an exquisite and poetic way is all part of the joke.
Life is meaningless and futile, especially if you don't have your own idea of a higher power or purpose on Earth. But live life we do.
This probably sounds really wanky on my part. But that one line from Under Milk Wood (which you can't even find reference to online it's that unimportant) managed to stay with me. And to be honest, it helps me to chill the fuck out when I do get into a neurotic/nihilistic mindset.
Oh, and I like thistles.
I'm not tryin to suck your dick but I think your tattoo is rad. If yer gonna scar little bits of your skin with ink, it's gotta feel good to you every day. What else matters?