imaged to death

imagine that

imagine that
you would not be judged
but cling to a moment of judgment within intimacy
when you don't know a word (claiming to be the master of many words) to simply
say your real motives
instead
unacceptability becomes your intimate friend
self-knowledge turns in to your enemy
and you walk away

imagine that
rejecting the seductive nature of beauty
with an unjust subjectivity
no sense of self-awareness
and a cruel way to judge the world and its inhabitants
with a force that is unmatched
by the substance of your being

imagine
not accepting who you are
not accepting others
not tolerating any
not even knowing the how-to-love-yourself

imagine
love without magic
love without energy
love without you
love without the chance to blossom
without the natural flow of genuine emotions
with which to exist
and most importantly
love without freedom

imagine that
no one is good enough
(aside from the few that are scared to disagree)
no one could ever get close
no one is allowed
not even you
in to that unknowable space where
your heart
is imprisoned

imagine
"a dream of form in days of thought..."

imagine
elevating someone to a beautiful place
then dropping them
in an oblivion of confusion and hurt
with no real reason or no real purpose
no concreteness

imagine

imagine
no trust
no opportunity to
trust
no faith
no hope
no love
no you and me
no time
no future
no happiness

imagine that...



quote by Oscar Wilde

if, in fact, you came here and read what i wrote and proceeded to judge me, than so be it... i can like you from a far... i can look at you without your presence...

if, in fact, you took the time to read this blog, i admire that... whether you like it or not, it shows interest... and i thank you...

if, in fact, you took the time to pass by and interpret what you will, in my words... i admire that... it is poetic as well as noble...

your words, arranged in the choices that inspired you, by not making sense make impressive sense... out of... a human task... you can never be unconvincing...

if you do not believe that the energy we exchange, the vibrations we share and again exchange, are none existent at this point in your life... i hope they materialize soon... i hope you understand the universe... to be... to feel... a sixth sense... (?)

if you came here in search of some clues, or mere curiosity, i hope that it was attraction, which there was... i also hope you found something meaningful... until, time manifested it-self as a wall...each brick composed of a point... each brick placed within unexpected quizzes... each brick was a judgment... i learned "to accept the unacceptable..." a long time ago...

if you, indeed, wasted time on this blog, trying to make sense of what i am talking about, stop... it is not about you... it is about a conversation with which to channel your frustrations, concerns, fears, allegory (on a personal and public level) and your closeness... i hope... so, thank you... please come back...

i miss you... i do... but, if, in fact, you won't read this words again, i hope you will be happy reading someone else... but i want you happy nonetheless...

what are you saying? that art is considered high art b/c it is original and unique and authentic? art or a form of art or movement, is considered high art, good art, pivoting force that changed a new paradigm because no one did it before? what if someone had come a long and took a shit on a canvas and then painted a beautiful portrait of a woman (realistically well done) with shit; a turd of beauty, with picture-likeness, realistic smile, and intense eyes? would that be considered high art? that's bull-shit! That does not make a piece of "original art" high art!

"i think uniqueness and originality is high art! the fact that an artist comes along and makes a body of work that influences society, it had never been done before this artist came along, this i think is high art; whether some people like it or not, it elevates the status of art by generating a new and different mode of thinking; in terms of artistic faculties? it transcends them; it becomes a pure thought because it gives rise to originality and creativity on a higher plane of existence; at the same time, the idea that an artist created a body of work that changed or shifted the direction in which art was heading, is as equally important; not to mention the amount of discussion, exploration and examination it disperses throughout and within our human experience, generating new knowledge..."

Bull-shit! That is not true!

"I think it is!"

I will try to mesh my memories with my present realities. With poetry, photographs, film and hopefully more… I will try to enrich, cultivate and enhance our knowledge of art, in a society saturated with images. I would like to inspire someone, somewhere, some how, to do a great deed: create a unique and important work of art; write a neo-novel; discover a cure (please, let it be HIV and CANCER) for a powerful decease; stop the war (I could go on). I want to make sense out of complex dreams in order to understand our realities by unraveling our daily experiences with words and images that articulate our surroundings and unfold the very fabric of our existence right before our souls. I want to influence the collective artistic unconscious, the human sub-conscious and the soul of everyone who reads this blog. I would like to establish a place on this electronic landscape, where the discussion of ideas generates somewhat a neutral flow of insightful thoughts and intelligent discoveries, as the exchange of these thoughts work themselves out here, in the public arena. Without censorship, lets cultivate a place that could make us the leaders of our own kingdoms, freewill shifting the human-paradigm in order to transcend the human contradiction that is our own abandoned existence. I would like this forum to be as free flowing a record, as any other news paper or art magazine in publication today; a paradise, a fountain, a culmination of originality, authenticity and creativity.

Having said all this, I want this place to be the Dada of comedy, too. In other words, I do not take myself that serious, lets keep this place as funny as possible: Laugher cures the human spirit of any ills. I love the human body. I love being human. We, as the human race, must never let our inhuman side manipulate and control us; we must never let it speak, or change our good nature and Providence, intrinsically embedded in all of us, however disguised or hidden this goodness may be. I would like to illustrate part of our existence as we experience isolation on this planet.

I would like to close with these quote from one of my favorite books, The Fourth Sex: adolescent extremes: “The extreme gesture of the adolescent is that of delivering a transformed world to the adult to be.” We have the power within, to change the world we have inherited from the teenagers that came before us, and we can do it. This space is my opportunity to influence the teenagers to be, with a slice of eternity. I would like, with this blog, to contribute an abundance of everything. That would be nice.