A first sketch Manifesto

I played a piano piece once upstairs a desolate hotel, where I walked down a corridor adorned with intricate abstract pieces of art and sat down late in one night to play a piece never played again. I am a person, a single soul roaming this single rock of earth accumulating knowledge and experiences…how will the world accept such a simple yet intricate process? Well it isn’t my problem- I am a person- an adolescent nonetheless who will always retain the heart of a child…and so I sat to play a soft song…and what was to say of its structure, of its tempo changes and many chord change progressions? Nothing! I can only describe to you its passion- I can describe to you the pain and passion it takes to forget all which I can fathom behind a fret board or piano bench… – all those processes which happen in the brain…and yet it is still captured… no not on paper of through notes written but through this distinct essence of the mind. How else could I have been inspired to commit this pen to paper, these fingers to type? As people we retain the ability to express and remember. Let our technological advances be responsible for retaining these experiences.

            I will expound upon this further dear reader. If we could revert back to the moonlit nights in Mozart’s den when he pounded away his passion on piano keys, or when Tchaikovsky became inspired with his symphonies then yes!, we can be grateful that their current technology and theory (parchment and music theory) allowed them to retain that essence…that essence of the mind that continues to exist to this day on youtube links and countless conductors in countless opera houses playing countless notes precisely as how they played hundreds of years ago…yes! Their legacy lives on! We live in the past!

            …But life? What is say of my piano played nights in dark desolate hotel bars? Lost. Lost to humanity but still held in my mind. But what if I held a recorder in my hand? Or a frequency reader on the keys?

            I fathom a future in which the moment…the music of the moment and the creation of a catharsis is of the utmost importance! We pertain to moment in time in which the peoples of this society are obsessed with documentation… take a picture!, record the speech!… Write it down! And yet with this emphasis of the moment we have, quite ironically, begun to live in the past through our emphasis of it.

 

 

                                    A  MANIFESTO  ON   MODERN   DAY MUSIC

                                      AND     OUR     CORPORATE     CULTURE

 

 

            We have banished the way of the Bard with pyrotechnics and high-class gimmicks. Men no longer place bets with beauty but rather gamble with greatness- they say, ¨Hey, lets place this much money on this such person and provide music for the masses.¨ We have fabricated emotions. Music is no longer a fantasy but a function. We have progressed into a time of corporate creations and the individual has been lost like stale statues which whither in the wind…One hit wonders and fashionable fads soon to be forgotten. And it is we who have progressed from futurists, to surrealists, to existentialists and post-modern man to vehemently say: Fuck that. This is our manifesto on modern music and our evolved…or rather devolved corporate culture; we have banished the way of the bard and bastardized all the expressive mediums.

            We must now begin to emphasis on the process of creation and revert to the roots of primordial man and discard the outcome: let it be known; it is not in our nature or necessity to declare any sort of document that declares our essence: our essence is of the only importance and it is our actions in the moment which matter most. We are not to be responsible for any results be it financial or formulaic. We must do away with recordings or any sort of capturings´- the importance and emphasis lays in the process and of creations. We must make a masterpiece and discard the canvas and acknowledge it for what it is: dust in the wind.

            We must live! We must expose our subconscious sentiments, the heart of our essence and merge our spiritual side of life to the mundane materials. We must act as a collective and consciously create for the mere purpose of creating and do what the peoples of earth have been granted; the gift of expression. We must revolt against the norms and release the accumulated angst that has been building within. It is time the proletarian and Bourgeois societies stand to their callings and rebel against the most obvious and arrogant leaders. We must cease being a silent majority allowing for corruption. I am speaking of battling politics with philosophy.

            Music must be improvised. Art sporadic and pertinent to the inner essence of man. Writing must be automatic being most accurate to ones state of mind. We must experiment and experience all that life has to offer. We must acknowledge that fact that life is a series of frequencies akin to strings and that we are as significant as we are insignificant. We are worms chewing on the corpses of men hoping to lay fertile ground for future generations. And greatness will only result in getting the fuck up and acting in accordance with our souls and singing, shouting if necessary to the music in our hearts. This is our manifesto and you have heard it. Do not apologize for your apathy- you are the only one responsible for your actions and you must act now.

Live. Love. Life. Create. Now

 

Forget   the  past, find  faith in the  now  and

Find         the       future      by      creating   it.

Insist on being inspired at all times wired to life.

 

 

 

Live        simply

And simply live.

 

Clouds, Rewrite

Rewrite

“you know what?”

“what?”

“I believe in the clouds.”

She sat, stroking his cock, her hair swayed like honey velvet in the wind as she sat up with a curious smirk and placed her hand tenderly on his unshaven cheek.

“Baby, when are you going to cum?” she asks with a look of longing, as if she had never tasted the sweet seamen truth of reproduction.

He smiled with watery, sensitive, forest brown eyes and waved a hand like a tranquil flowing stream gracefully across the blue, white puff expanse and whispered like ancient breeze

” We lay here and watch them go by, we laugh and smile at them, what they could be; but we don’t believe in them. What if that train-cloud was really just a train, you know, in another world or something. Maybe theres a whole cloud city, with cloud people laying down in the sky, just like me and you, watching us go by; as formless and mysterious as the clouds are to us.”

She nodded absentmindedely and doubled the intensity of her sarcastic smirk- but she knew it was useless. He wasn’t quite done yet, and no smirk ,or anything else she could imagine, would stop him now.

“If thats true ,then, you know what? We need to really think about alot of the things we think we know. If a cloud from so far away is such a simple and beautiful thing, then, maybe we are too. I think we take ourselves too seriously, don’t you? I mean, we’re just clouds. And I know even clouds cry, but doesn’t that just seem a bit silly when you’re laying on the right patch of grass? You know?”

She laughed and smiled sunflowers of affection to the dreamer next to her and murmured sweetly,
“Whatever you say baby.”

He glanced at her, dissapointed.
“you don’t believe in clouds too?”

“dear, I believe in you.”

He gazes, wonder sent, towards an orange peel horizon and sighs winter gales of understanding and regret;

“same thing love, same thing…now just open your mouth, open your ears, open your eyes, i want to get it all in there baby”

 

Battling Angst and Apathy with Art

Battling angst and apathy with my Art

with my heart. 

-Become a hero?

A legend?

A liar?

A lover?

a dirty mother fucker

hijo de puta malparido y concha

de tu madre?

 

 

¡AY QUE SABROZO ES LA VIDA!

                                                

 

I am Societys Cock-a-Roach

                          

The Essence of the Mind

 is perhaps greater than existence and time in that it is kin to art-

 in that it is capable of relating the past and future possibilities all within the inherent moment.  

                    

The old will more often than not revert back to their youthful days and think of how time has ravaged their reality. This ought not to be. Quite the contrary, time should ripen, not rape, the essence of the mind… since everyday is a chance to create.

 

 

 

                                                             This is my creed.

Christianity and structured religion exists and serves as a structure to give thanks to the ¨Élan Vital¨. Unfortunately it has also been manipulated to suite the needs of men. Oh well. I am not concerned with creating a manifesto against these woes. It has been done before and it will no doubt continue to be done so. It is political and I scoff at the word. I am involved in philosophy…in what ought to be. I will bear this responsibility with all of my will.

My will to live. My will to create.

The youth have an inherent lust for life. Our teeth are still white. If we let our mind wallow and retard our senses than disease of apathy will have overcome us. Then, and only then, does death have an excuse to justifiably enter our home of the heart.

Post-modern man has inherently become a ¨Renaissance Man¨ in that we are open to all types of inspiration. Our art is open to all forms of interpretation while communicating to no particular class.

                Caste systems are a way of the past. Financially speaking, yes, some may be better off or down under but the future vision of man is not concerned with finance but rather faith. And let it be known now: this faith I speak of is not related to the Christian faith nor any other deity type obsession. No. I am speaking of a faith directed to the essence of the mind.

               At birth we are presented with several alternatives to attach ones emotions and experiences. From then till death one may receive various amounts of considerable ¨callings.¨ We have no other alternatives but to dream of our future. We must then have faith that our desired goals will allow us to transcend all that has become mundane and insignificant: materialism, finance, and fabricated illusions.

               Upon this day in the 21st century man has exhausted these mediums and has begun to do away with these ideals. We, and I speak as a collective conscious, have begun to pursue a more passionate route to life. Take Rimbaud as an example if you wish. One only has to look to mankind’s progression of spirituality to attain understanding.

               In our western culture, the Greeks began our climb to faith by undertaking the significant task of giving the then contemporary man an image to pursue, that is, a role model of sorts. These inspirations were quite unlike our current understanding of God(s) in that they were given human characteristics and were held in part to the forces of nature.

               Fast forward to the Christian doctrines and structured religions in which ¨our savior¨ Jesus Christ is represented as a transcendental figure surpassing a human status. It is because of this supernatural nature attributed to an illusionary image that man has become a slave to symbols: we have engineered our perceptions to place a high emphasis on the mundane: the finance (the golden calf), the post-death experience (heaven) and even life itself has become an arduous task involving ethics, morals, and material possession.

This is not a treatise against these ideals, but rather an attempt that

brings to light contemporary existences methods of essence.

This has been the evolution of spirituality as we in the western realm have come to know. And I must now thank Jesus Christ, his disciples, and the Christian religion for introducing the idea of a transcendental being to the masses. It is within this construct that the ¨New Age¨ mentalities are beginning to pick up on.

                 Philosophy, an objective view of things both mind and soul has attempted to resolve the issues for quite some time now. The timeline of terms and proofs is extensive. However the essence of our ¨collective consciousness¨ needs not to be well versed in all these ideals in that they have become ingrained in the minds and teachings of all men and women alike. While some understand some things more than others we are continually and progressively evolving at current pace. Generations after generations man succeeds in experimenting, revolting, and thus evolving into the apparent norms.

In order for man to break free from his surroundings and advocated structured norms he must first be forced to rebel and accept that which comes with this lifestyle: alienation, excommunication, ridicule and banishment: societies cockroach. He is a lone soldier fighting for the freedoms the children of his generation will one day adhere to.

The world, not society, is his abode. He must believe in his faith, in his essence of the mind as that which is pushing for revolution. He abides by the rules of nature…of that which is cyclical. He is creating new ripples in the universe in hopes that they may be somehow and in someway be respected and repeated in and around contemporary reality.

From this thought society has understood the process and fundamental ideas art stands for.

ART IS A DIRECT RESPONSE FROM MANS ABILITY TO THINK IN THE ABSTRACT and thus, IS CAPABLE OF REPRESENTING THE PAST AND DEPICTING FUTURE POSSIBILITIES ALL WITHIN THE INHERENT MOMENT.

The Postmodern Renaissance Man must be compelled to create:

To broaden existences current essence and
expand upon the collective essence of the mind.

The Essence of Family and Freinds

            There is nothing quite as sweet and simple as spending with faithful companions such as family and freinds: it is truly a blessing. And let it be known: i use the word faithful to imply the fact that in the presence of such people one feels significantly more essential. I am bringing back the importance of defintions: i am deciding to enlighten myself on the pleasure of accuracy.

            Perhaps it is that these people, whether they be newfound strangers which welcome you in thier homes shaking with a firm hand insisting on comfort, or family from birth that provide you with love, the result is the same: faith. I speak of faith in the sense that its essence attributes not only to your overall well being but to your accumalated worth: your essence

           Essence is a term that signifies not only what the metaphysics call “the soul” but also what you as this human experiance has managed to understand and, essentially, undertake as a responsibility…It is a responsibility of the mind to perceive both matter and time and formulate existence, and thus essence is best understood in your entire connection to the term consciousness.

        What are you then concious of? The answer is essence, of self-worth and understanding, knowledge- of your experiances both in and out the mind. Acknowleding the essence of the self is perhaps one of the most important and essential aspects of Man.

       In the same way a musician relates his essence to a fretboard and plays upon certain tones and sounds, human beings must also play upon the hearts of others. Our vocal chords speak and communicate stringing together sounds to formulate coherent thoughts derived from the mind- this is the essence of the mind.

       Let this not be confused with the essence of the self. Although they are similiar in nature and highly relevant to eathother, they are both independent in that they unique aspects which attribute to our understanding of the phenomena of being…of us as entity-beings. It is easiest to understnading this by believing in that memorable feeling of faith…

       And thus we return to our family and freinds. How obvious it is to you I do not know, but we can speak genetically and say that our mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, even strangers and the unknown pose some relevance to our essence. As relatives at a thanksgiving dinner one could perhaps feel the self being much more vibrant and alive. It is in this awesome power of love and faith that humans exist most happily.

      What is the purpose of life? I believe the universe exists as a perpetual cycle of intricate both complex and individual creations as small as a pebble or tall as a rock- it is as varied as the shells by the sea. The purpose of life is to create.

      The universe, life and its many facets is like an endless ocean bursting with waves and energy with no end going beyond the shore. The sky and sea are tied together and physics can state the states: our human eye perceives solids, liquids, and air- we are a collective jumble of Jargon and we listen to Jung or Freud or our fathers or mothers, our sisters and brothers, our teachers and enemies alike.

      The universe is then perhaps just a constant flow of inspiration that determines its dynamic energy in an endless manner. Take music for example: it is a metaphor for what is constantly fluctuating around us: frequencies both high and low, good and bad, major and minor, black and white, hate and love-

Life for the human mind is emotions just as it is essential and this is how we perceive.

        And so let it be known: Live.