Monday, November 26, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Culture and Architecture
Recently, Ive been reflecting on the notion of culture and its inter-relationship organically and inorganically speaking. Also, as its root word the Latin " cultura" and its cousin the word "cult" describe, culture is "dedication, reverance and worship" which is connoted in the idea of tilling the soil. All cultures grow in time through some form of dedicated effort, building structures according to variables both seen and unseen. They survive based on their temporal importance and of course, ability to transform in the face of evolutionary change.
Hence, I think about architecture specifically in this context, as well as economics. Culture includes both fields and both fields include each other, both in a literal and a figurative sense. In fact, there are no puns really necessary when we get down to the grit and foundation of all of these subjects. As they relate to human experience, they must be seen, felt, heard, whatever to be understood. This is not to deny the infinite complexity of such realities. It is relatively simple and yet incredibly complex, how a building holds so many levels of human consciousness within it and also, renders outward its structural compliance with culture. Whatever its value is, is ultimately determined by its ability to exist culturally and have economic importance. Otherwise, as we see, it will cease to exist and sooner or later become relative to the sands of time blowing in the wind of yesterday.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
"Post-Post-Modernism, Objectification of Humans, Anonymous and Other Tastes"
First off, the term "Post-Post-Modern" is ridiculous as it is redundant and therefore superfluous and not progressive. I use it here tongue-in-cheek to make a case in point. Furthermore, our internet based society and culture is as was stated via postmodern theories regarding the natural outcome of hyper-capitalism, a hyper-fetishism and objectification of the Real and/or Other, which is in reality another "US". The "Real" and "Other" are essentially one in the same thing, because our purview in the world concerns what is perceived reality and is always an object in terms of defining what it is. We live in a world of things and these things become the map by which our consciousness moves.
However, equally so there is personal experience, otherwise known as the subjective which constitutes individuals and gives them unique selves. This is the abstract part of our understanding what is the humanity of ourselves and others. No matter how long we look in the mirror, nothing we can see with physical eyes completely discerns the reality that cannot be seen and constantly moves "beneath" the surface reality. Otherwise, there would be no mystery to life and we would essentially know everything as it is.
In relation to the internet, Anonymous and objectification of humans, we as a race have reached this point of realization after years of intellectual analysis of hyper-capitalist measures to achieve the reification of being so that it can become an object to sell. Corporate greed creates an objective impersonal world of profit. It depends on insensitivity to achieve its aims. Porn is one aspect of this reality, as is slavery historically speaking.
What I mean to say here is that we have entered into a new era of consciousness in my mind. We are moving beyond the pedantic, dry analysis that in fact only further supports the impersonality of social networking. This leads to one end as dehumanized robots. We observe it in cultural forms like gangs, mega-corporations and even revolutionary groups like Anonymous for that matter, but there is more to the story if you will. Albeit, the masks of reality continue to subterfuge the mystery, but also this mystery continues to create in individuals and collectives a drive towards unique connection. To use Felix Guattari's word "deterritorilization" as a signifier of a new conscious creative map and opening up of ever more levels of creative potential. Hence, the future is uncertain folks. I'm not saying there is something inherently wrong with capitalism or that communism or anarchism in some form is a better solution, nothing like that. Either way, whatever it is, we must retain an understanding that the mystery underlies a reality with infinite potential, that things are not things unto themselves and that the more we objectify reality, the more we limit ourselves in time and space. No system in fact promises total freedom, but we must continue to try towards a reformation of our minds, bodies and spirits in order to remain honest with ourselves and our world/s.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Dark Night
Deep in this night, the whistle blows
from lantern and wheel, a spirit knows
a foolish man did not begot
for Spirit dances to what is nought
The broken sun comes through the pane
from temporal destiny I shall remain
Never retired even from the grave
for the Poet's heart is eternal, brave
Lord of Fire, Smoke and Mirrors
holding up the truth to sinners
where the wind conjures magic rites
and all souls return to that dark night
from lantern and wheel, a spirit knows
a foolish man did not begot
for Spirit dances to what is nought
The broken sun comes through the pane
from temporal destiny I shall remain
Never retired even from the grave
for the Poet's heart is eternal, brave
Lord of Fire, Smoke and Mirrors
holding up the truth to sinners
where the wind conjures magic rites
and all souls return to that dark night
Friday, October 5, 2012
What???
Loser chosers
get fake and go blow
yourselves it's definite desolate
on the frontier to sundown
showdown
clown sodas
disgracing made up fantasies
of fire and bomb bottles
messages of desire
killing in the fields
go fcuk yourself
and get hung up
destiny desires more
but hey look it is a fat ass
with a tshirt full of grass
go long and hard
fried
under soaking wet
stars
get fake and go blow
yourselves it's definite desolate
on the frontier to sundown
showdown
clown sodas
disgracing made up fantasies
of fire and bomb bottles
messages of desire
killing in the fields
go fcuk yourself
and get hung up
destiny desires more
but hey look it is a fat ass
with a tshirt full of grass
go long and hard
fried
under soaking wet
stars
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Legalize IT
The time has come...Uruguay looks like it might be legalizing marijuana. The social hypocrisy must stop and we must identify where the real problem lies.
It isn't about control in the sense of limiting others from being free, it is just the opposite. Giving freedom, true freedom is the greatest form of control, because when people are out in the open and in accord with the law, true regulation is possible.
If we seek true democracy, then we must legalize marijuana. The arguments for are greater than against and it seems to be true that only the greater capitalistic, corporate interests have built on years of sociocultural bigotry towards keeping it illegal.
The arguments for whether or not it is a gateway drug are also spurious. Either way, as President Santos of Colombia presents, the crises of the drug war and its costs are making legalization crucial. Colombia too wants to "legalize it". It is a huge cash crop worth billions of dollars. Further, we can focus more deeply on helping those who are addicted to harder drugs, even those who have found themselves addicted to "legal" over the counter drugs created by pharmaceutical companies that do not wish to see marijuana flourish as the medicine that it potentially is.
Whatever your preference is, it is of no consequence. No one is telling you which channel to turn to, so let's not tell anyone where to "turn on".
Monday, July 23, 2012
Eff IT
To hell with the failing system and its lies, its fire burning deep in Babel. Screw the voice of hypocrisy, turning the other way from the glare of truth that the world is not what it says it is. Bankers who run the world and rig it from the top to the bottom, so that the only winners are those who are a part of the oligarchy.
Art is not a system. Art is not a foolish way to make millions. Life is more than a machine or a semiotic system that supports the vanity of cultural emptiness.
We are becoming soulless cyborgs shaped by the desires of the matrix. We question not the theatre that plays before us, televised in the collective un/conscious. The gatekeepers will die. The ivory towers will continue to fall. The genius laughs in the green grass while the blind ride the goat to the burning retribution of the sun. Solar fire will eventually destroy all that is cancer in this world. The underworld will become sublimated by divine fire.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Ritual Sacrifices on the Square
The revelation of the two pillory square death dance is rendered by the magicians of light. Out of Maddik there came the saints of art and ascension who sought to maintain and create order in the halls of crystalline beauty. But, the sorcerers of death and destruction killed the goddess once more...to hang us out to dry and to recreate order based on the 13. Light will always prevail in human consciousness, no matter how dim it becomes in the surrounding space. Stars will always shine and be recreated after the dealers of death make their marks. The High Priestess was the mission of North and South. She sat there waiting under the watchful "Ayin", or devils. The magicians will take over for the peace and purity that is truth, always standing strong in spite of the machinations of the lower realms.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Karma Clowns, Zen Sandwiches and Sweeping the Beach
I'm a beach sweeper. Actually, I should tell you how vast the ancient sea is now. But, then again, it wouldn't matter, because there never was a beginning, nor will there ever be an end. For all there is, there is only shapeshifting...moment to moment. The face of the Sun is never the same at any moment. So much energy, so little time, but then again, it's eternal and infinite.
Like the number of stars in the Universe, there isn't enough light to shine down on your inherent stupidity. So, I'll sweep the beach and eat Zen for lunch while you think I'm a Karma Clown, which I AM, but it's for the laughs anyway. It just might be that on the other side of the Black Hole, an entire new Universe is being created simultaneously, which might represent a whole other dimensionality of stars swept from one angle to another. It's like Creative Destructionism or Destructive Creationism. Perhaps we're on the other side of that Black Hole and we're staring right back at ourselves like a Cosmic Magic Hall of Mirrors?
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Live authentically
In Jungian psycho-analysis (Meyers Briggs Test), at one point possibly 5 years ago, I had taken the test and the result was ESTJ (Extraversion, Sensing, Thinking, Judgment). However, recently, I took the test again and the result was INFP (Questor/Idealist/Healer). Furthermore, it says that INFP's tend to masquerade as ESTJ's, but that this is a considerable taxation to them energetically. When I was working all those years in corporate finance, I guess that I was masquerading as a ESTJ in order to survive. I was really trying to live out my INFP persona, but I had to become ESTJ in order to have and keep a job suitable to pay my rent. No wonder I started having so many problems in my life and personal turmoil. Living in a contradiction is a crisis.
After three years of unemployment after the recession of 2009, I am living out my INFP persona naturally and I honestly feel so much better. The problem remains a financial one, but I am hopeful for the future in spite of it.
In order for us to be healthy, we need to realize that in spite of the pressures of the world to be what we are not, we must be ourselves if we ever wish for the good things to come when we live authentically.
Friday, May 11, 2012
You're only as good as your last haul...
Man it has been too long since Ive actually pulled in something to chew on...there is nothing left. Crisis critics ring in the background and everytime I try to make it work, get out of bed, take the shower and sing a little, it never comes home.
My objective is to finally write a non-poetic poem. Like this stupid thing here. Don't try anymore to be anything. Don't even be. It's fresher that way and think of all the garbage you'll save the earth.
Again, calling for the last time. My cat is deaf, so sad. She doesn't here herself even. But, it's like that in the end and in a sort of funny way, from the very beginning. Don't let anyone tell you it will be fine. Nobody cares. It's an endless repetitve machinic jerk of needless desire. There is nothing left. Waiting for the deluge.
I must go now.
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