"Cool Lips Jackson" Is Better Than All of You, and Why
With a business card like the one above, and a nickname like "Cool Lips Jackson", it would be hard for any persona to precede such a reputation. Well one persona does, and it is Cool Lips Jackson. A week ago, our boss showed us the above business card and let us know that Cool Lips was coming in a week to pick up scrap metal from a recently rehabbed building. Who calls themselves Cool Lips, what person could come up with such a genius business card? For days, our anticipation of Cool Lips was matched by such a level of supposition and concoction, that it was concluded our actual meeting could only result in disappointment. Cool Lips turned out to be a true tour de force. A black man in what could be 50's or 60's from Woonsocket, he had the speech and sensibilities of another region and or era. Among other things, Cool lips let me know he was the proud father of 15 children. Just so we are on the same page, let me reiterate that Mr. Jackson is a scrap metal man, an agent of ripping destruction and who thrives on the utter obliteration of preconceived form. He also has 15 children, that's beautiful. Besides the epic business card, it is this dichotomy that makes Cool Lips better than all of us. For in his position he is both a arbiter of creation and destruction. Now, I am not sure if Cool Lips was in Vietnam, but i do find his position reminiscent of Full Metal Jacket:
Colonel: Marine, what is that button on your body armor?
Private Joker: A peace symbol, sir.
Colonel: Where’d you get it?
Joker: I don’t remember, sir.
Colonel: What is that you’ve got written on your helmet?
Joker: “Born to Kill,” sir.
Colonel: You write “Born to Kill” on your helmet and you wear a peace button. What’s that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
Joker: No, sir.
Colonel: You’d better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant shit on you.
Joker: Yes, sir.
Colonel: Now answer my question or you’ll be standing tall before the man.
Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir.
Colonel: The what?
Joker: The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir.
Through this duality, Cool Lips has made his mark on the world. The balance and sublimation of core human impulse has freed Cool lips to not be subverted by materialism (or the other one dimensionality of paper-pusher pursuits) but to live the American Dream a la Progenitor. Without a clear grasp on our creative and destructive impulses, life becomes muddled; a dissatisfying stew of modern mediocrity. Good stands only in relation to bad, romance demands dark tragedy. As Herbert Marcuse writes, it is because of our easily satisfied desires, and even ability to mate without offspring, that drives a pervading banality of industrial society. Quality is gone with Video games, Victoria Secret, and Virgin Atlantic. The marketable and have eclipsed the forlorn, the tender and the pilgrimage. Never has society been so over-sexed while simultaneously lacking intimacy, never has the world been more stable and closer to annihilation. This combination of opposites have made us all flat, unsatisfied, (or happy if your a nitwit.)
Unlike Jackson, our core drives have collapsed in on themselves in a too easily accessible fashion , in that our "mental apparatus, the tension between that which is desired and that which is permitted seems considerably lowered, and the Reality Principle no longer seems to require a sweeping and painful transformation of instinctual needs. The individual must adapt himself to a world which does not seem to demand the denial of his innermost needs- a world which is not essentially hostile".
The hosility of Jackson's life of demolition is the fertile ground for his progeny. This is all a true story. Cool Lips Jackson also told me when he was destroying boilers in an old providence mill building, he found a safe. He cut it open and there was $3000 in it. Naturally, he kept it, and probably spent it on his children rather than a tie Brooks Brothers it trying to harp, or the next new model of a pointless doodad.
Posted by Jared