I dont believe that Earth beings were meant to spend their lives staring at computer screens
meant to have cell phones attached to their corporal control ships
meant to have headphones eroding their earbuds
meant to communicate via text message shorthands
people grow fatter as the holographic world becomes more accessible
with the click clack of a keyboard and rub of a mouse
we dont step outside anymore to feel the breeze
to watch the moon crash down to the earth
hypnotized by the virtual voodoo
half our lives lived on the line, projecting our holograms
morphing into avatars
being sucked into the black hole of cyberspace
when the stars await us right above us
we sit beneath them, losing ourself between the 0s and 1s
technology has devolved humanity into beings categorically deaf dumb blinder
who no longer see know nor hear the evil
it seems to me to be a part of some global scheme of disconnection
with a powerful mental manipulation component that makes us believe that
we are more inter-netted, part of one earthwide web
yet i feel so alone in this seat
in front of this screen
click clacking at this keyboard
hoping to reach or be reached
for these letters of mine to be eaten
through reverse electronic voyeurism
and i need to get a grip, because i find that
half the time
when i write, i post. i blog.
my thoughts, originating in my head, become crafted inside of this box, unleashed unto the public..
I make my writing palatable to the public, like a chef, and like a photographer, I consider the collective eye of the outside viewer.
Not to be misconstrued - sharing alone, is never a bad thing, desirable, perhaps, to incite dialogue and thought and inspiration and movement, for the creation of culture and for the representation of common experience. Art, some believe, is created to be shared, to communicate, to exchange vision and sound and taste, to give temporary, imperfect access to the innerworkings of another.
We can argue the point and purpose of art until the second coming of the big bang, its purpose is elusive.
But I have my own take on it.
Me, I believe that art is by nature, selfish, perhaps only in the first instance;
I believe, the photographer takes pictures first and foremost from angles appeasing to her eye, that the chef must first taste his own cooking and be satisfied
because creativity, it comes from self, from places that outsiders have no access to, it is an emptying of the bowels - - while its end product, its manifestation, may be for distribution to others, I think that it is, or should be, first created for one's self, as expression, as a release, before it is handed over to the world, where it will there be broken down, re-interpreted, absorbed, distorted - transformed into something tangible or taste-able or visual or audible or sniff-able and all around palatable to the tastes of others
I must nurture my art, whatever it may be, for art's sake, and stop making it so fucking palatable for the pleasure of others (for now), stop feeding it to a growing culture of television and electronic voyeurism that I despise, decry.
I must rid myself of this arrogance, (I possess it, dont I, merely for the fact that I believe that, what I consider to be my art, made digestable to the other, may have the power to transform, to move, to reform, to supplement a perspective) .
Not that a bit of arrogance for the purpose of art is neccesarily unwarranted, evil, but thats just not where I want to be with it right now, I havent earned arrogance. Not that I dont need affirmation either. Oh, I do, certainly. But affirmation directly from self needs to be further developed, for me, which translates into, I need to nurture my confidence and my perception, not neccesarily my ego, the ego that is gained from other's perceptions of my art.
Art for art's sake, not art for distribution.
not yet, man.
i have stories to tell, though.
characters to breathe life into, worlds to spin into orbit.
i cannot keep them within me
they pound at my skull at night, begging for release.
