Do you believe in an aesthetic sense? That everything is placed and perceived by us out of a perfect and beautiful necessity?
DON’T GO DREAMING…OH NO, DON’T GO DREAMING. Poison the well with your fucking reality… Is everything placed exactly where it is for some larger reason, can we even comprehend their purpose in their specific space?
How can you handle not being able to capture a moment perfectly; as it occurred? You could log things, find the patterns obscured by our contrived reason. Being able to memorize and remember something you’d otherwise forget can only help you, you would only grow stronger from its benefit. Being able to recall it exactly as it happened… inane details that all add up to something, they all point in the direction of revolution, to knowledge.
Art changes us in subconscious ways we will never truly understand. It all opens doors that would otherwise remain closed. It causes us to face things that in any other case would be too excruciating and too dangerous for us to delve into on our own. If you think you see a pattern in things, then you will, if you’re pre-occupied with ritual and the dress of things, then you’ll miss it just as surely. It does all form a grand aesthetic sense but it’s not telling you anything other than to pay attention to your own invention… to your own mind. I hear it shouting from the bottom of a well, to not be infected by the extraneous, the filler, the fodder that runs our lives. A collective re-education is in order, we must learn to block it out every now and then so we see there is a reason, there is a point if you let their be. I can’t stop things. They just get worse…
So from now on I choose only to recognize two types of people in this world.
Artist and muse. You either create or you inspire.
I gave up on you to make myself whole.
I gave up being saved, yet I still need more.
Open your arms towards these closed eyes; everything all the time.
So please tell: why don’t you care?
And tell me; what did you do to deserve someone like me?
I CARE AND A LOT MY DEAR FRIEND…THIS IS ONE OF MY MAIN COONCERNS IN LIFE/ART. yesssssssss!A collective re-education is in order, we must learn to block it out every now and then so we see there is a reason, there is a point if you let their be. I can’t stop things. They just get worse…
And tell me; what did you do to deserve someone like me? just as each one deserves what they get..why did you deserved to view a bit of my art and not live….I am ment to read your words that tuth are implied on them…..
JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Comment by susanawdee — November 26, 2007 @ 3:03 pm