I despise these alternate, secondary lives we have created for ourselves – all out of vanity, selfishness, pride, illusion, and a desire to heighten our petty and unremarkable reputations. Social media outlets have facilitated the creation of whole, second lives — false and shitty ones. All of this wouldn’t be so bad, of course, if these redundant lives didn’t utterly diminish and at times obliterate our first life, the true, honest-to-god life.
Obviously, citizens may choose the scope and power which they give to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. but it often turns out that these media outlets will in turn determine the scope and power of the people whom use them to an insidious extent. Does a person use Facebook, or does Facebook use a person? Important questions for the contemporary, all inclusive, cybernetic age.
Well, here I am, age twenty-four, sounding like a cantankerous, old man. A Luddite. Could be because that is precisely what I am. Although I would prefer to be ascribed the word, “soul”. A cantankerous, old soul. I say to hell with these superficial gadgets, these needless material goods, these virtual existences! I want sunshine and stars. I want poetry and books (not nooks).
And I want lots of sex, too. I want a quickie, not a selfie. I want everything close to the heart, not binary-disseminated, soul-dislocated, virtually-separated, nor cybernetically evaluated. I want eternity in the present, not the sour promise of praise in the future. I want the heat of passion and truth, not the cold atrophy of ego aggrandizement.
In short, fuck a life made out of ones and zeros!
What I want is Life, first – and not second.
A writer is a creative person whom is badly, desperately in need of seeing a professional psychiatrist. Instead he settles on writing because a) he likes it and it’s a nice thing to do and b) it’s simply a cheaper alternative to a shrink!
Art in the Subtle and Extreme
Subtlety (like the letter ‘b’ in the word) certainly has its rightful place in the realm of artistic endeavor. In fact, I would argue that a piece of art could not do without some subtlety. However, if all of your work is a subtlety, then all one has is a mediocrity. For extremes have their rightful place, too. Extremes of passion allow for the peaks necessary to the dynamics of any decent, well rounded, provocative piece of artwork. Extremes and subtleties go hand in hand, forming the hills and valleys, the lights and shadows of all captivating art.
Yet if all is a hill or all is a valley, then all is bland, monotonous, conservative, and in short – a terrible bore! Effective art requires us to balance color and form, sound and vision, as well as our own projected attitudes.