Intention(s)

Stan Brakhage's Reflections on Black (1955)

I do not trust blogs. I feel they provide distinct and sensationalized evidence of one's low self esteem (check), insecurities (check), laziness (check) and delusions of grandeur (I heard that once). They are "sensationalized" because they are an exaggerated awareness of an individual and manageable problem. 

What is this problem? Well, it begins with the knowledge that the moment you adhere to a perimeter (e.g. frame, spelling, text-box, font, colour etc.) you are not able to present yourself coherently. Had people actual knowledge of your real name rather than an identity or character, they'd understand how jagged and, at the same time, fluid society is, and how Name(s) are like currency. As for those who reveal their true self (i.e. name, occupation etc.), I believe you either have something to sell or showcase be it art or services, and that's a leg-up from the very base and eldest of occupation(s): prostitution (it's outcrop being online dating). Not to discredit the profession - it lasts. 

The Internet may be the cause and conclusion to this expressivistic [made up word] state, but the problem remains. 

AND it's a question: do you know why we are using - ingesting - regurgitating these crops? 
 

This microcosm of a deluded consciousness (i.e. blogspot) IS still a consciousness and must remain so if this "problem" is to be addressed.  The answers are much more complicated and far more intelligent than myself. But I feel that i may offer a oversimplified view; it begins in Zurich and ends in France and New York. It's the easiest way to accomplish what (A)rtists did many years ago, during war and in coffee shops. They met and created subcultures.  But "created" is too strong a word. For, you can't create a sub-culture - that's too mechanical; they were of the organic make-up of sub-cultres, the flesh of progress.

To date, we remain social and we network the old fashioned way, but this, paired with the very medium that has matured invisibly before our eyes and fingertips (the Web) has created for us a false sense of progression. Is this the beginning, middle or end of a "sub-culture?" What is one? How would we spot it? I'd spit on it or pinch it to see if it is real. For example: I feel that the act of multitasking is as much a sub-culture as punk music, drugs or "campness" in the gay community. Think about it. The ability to multitask is the calculated manner in which an individual goes about working through various tasks/problems that function toward an end result. I believe that our current ability to navigate through the splendorous and slightly heated screens upon screens of our computers are less concerned with marksmanship than that of agility and speed. 

We are less calculated in each action. We arrive at destinations, but this has become more about routine and reflex, procrastination and stimulus rather than our given ability to alter something enough that we notice change. I am not likening lifestyles to multitasking (that would ignore the problem with authority, gentrification, violence, despots and community), I'm offering it as an example of the appropriation of such sub-cultures as referenced in areas such as voguing or crack dens, having been a direct response to the control of a predominate culture. I think culture has become an "idea" -- delusion -- of culture. We force-create culture by skipping steps. We go about as if we are capable to do so because we can multitask and are advanced. But, without the tact to do so as a response to the very technology we tap, point and flick, we are just technology.

We are simply following the rules.

We are in a state of excelled momentum towards a fairly shallow end, which is to say, a goal that has no end. And in this state we are gluttons. I am a glutton.

In short, I believe that although we understand that we are all hypocrites because we do and say things to please the (C)ensor and the etiquette of social networks or artistic presentations, we carry on as if this exonerates us of all -- if any -- responsibility. But please remember that they are presentations and not reality. And we are responsible, not for the end (because the end must remain organic), but for the instant we publish ourselves publicly (precisely because it is not organic). This is this venue. This is not the stage or theatre or that canvas or brick.  Instead, think of it as a a presentation of brick.

So why am I using this?  

Blogs should exist for consumers. Except I'm not selling anything. Therefore (and I hate that word: "therefore") this is therapy. Understand  that my intention is to instigate a cathartic experience - not to then share it arbitrarily with those who click "next blog" but to release it into a reality far removed from right in front of this screen. To have myself change(d).


I ramble cause life is prickly and this is smooth. But I'm not multitasking. I don't have a name.

- Insert Name -