the idea of travel as liberation surely has drawn its last sweaty breath. the idea that there is something self improving and life affirming and educational and great about travel. You’re meant to get away from the alienated environment you are trapped in and find somewhere or something ‘real’. now to travel you have to go even further into the belly of the beast of unreality that is the modern industrial world that even your normal life might take you. you have to pass through the iron gates and the great empty spaces of modernity. the eternal polished floors and the blank faces of the airports.
“Little Charlie” of the Dixie Rangers of the Ku Klux Klan displays her custom made wedding veil, as her fiancée watches on. For no reason.
i passed through this world last week. booked flights. booked parking at Liverpool John Lennon Airport. parked up and went through the motions that are so familiar to so many of us. worked my way through the mundaneness of it all. made it onto the damn flight. then we take of. i try my hardest to grasp just how wondrous the experience of flying is, trying to look at the window and marvel at everything out there, but the environment of the whole thing, from the airport to the plane every step of the way, is just so boring, mundane and alienated that by the time i get there my ability to feel wonder has been mauled.
dead, gone, over and finished. i try to muster some wonder at the clearly wondrous sight of the sun over the clouds. but i can’t.
2. TAKE PRISONERS
we don’t believe in take no prisoners we only take prisoners. everyone we come into contact with is a prisoner. we take them in and we eat them up, we put them in chains and take control of everything they sense. that is our work. you are a prisoner we are all prisoners. and that is a reality. can you accept reality? can you breath easy.
there is no one reality. there is no one truth. there are only prisons of thought. we will force you into ours then release you back into your own. that is the process. that is the point. that is the why, the where, the how and the who of all of this crap. prisoners. we are all prisoners, we need a prisoners rights movement.
we are all prisoners. that is our predicament. we sit and we burrow deeper into our prisons. because where else can we go?
2. NO MORE PAINTED PICTURES, NO MORE REPLICA ART
everything is derivative and nothing is new? not the case now. what they mean is everything is derivative so nothing is new but that is not true. yes we derive. we derive from what has come before. we derive from the feelings in our minds. we derive from the thoughts in our minds. we derive from the ideas in our minds. our minds. our minds we made by absorbing and observing the world our minds were dropped into. that is the only source we have. this is the only source we have. everything is derivative. affirmed.
but we add something that is ours our creativity. we derive creatively. we derive in a way that is our own. we derive and we add. add ourselves and our ideas and our thoughts and our perspective. a perspective that is new a perspective that is only possible now that we are deriving from all of this stuff that has now happened. stuff that wasn’t there to be derived from ten years ago. and we will do with it what we want because it is ours it belongs to us. your offspring belongs to us. and we will mess it and ruin it and remake it as our own and you will have no control.
it is all ours now and it will pass through our minds and we shall be the vessels for derivation. and there will be anger and there will be pouting and puking and out rage and the spasms of a body loosing control over its object. but it will loose control. and will either become a fond old face or it will slide coldly off this mortal coil leaving nothing but bitter entrails scraped into the earth beneath it. we will have not more painted pictures. we will have no more replica art.
1. DON’T NEED THEM
is there any worth in what comes before? we see it all and feel it all but do we need it? well we need to get away from it we believe. so we need to know it then. you can get away from a body but you can’t get away from a shadow, you can’t get away from a ghost. you need to know it and see it, then you can reject what is known, reject what is seen.
old rotting fruit sitting on withered vines. old cold thoughts rotting in our minds. we don’t care for this any more its been too long it gone too wrong to listen to these rules any more. sometimes your mind and your body make decisions before you do, they know before you do. your ears simply stop listening before you even realise that what’s being said is not worth listening too. your ears realise that they haven’t pricked or bristled at the dripping of the old words in too long. and they simply close up.
they close up. but it is our mistake if we take there being nothing worth listening too to mean there’s no point in having ears. just because there’s nothing worth looking at does not mean there’s no need for eyes. you just have to make the world worth seeing, make the world worth hearing, make the world worth loving and lusting after. when was the world last worthy of lust? has it ever been?
can we make it worthy of lust? can we make it worthy of love? can we make it worthy of blood, sweat and of tears? can we do anything for this grey drab multi-coloured tapestry? we can. we can. we can.
under hereditary collapse. we continue.