I have been looking at this webpage (blog) writing task today wondering if I’m not turning into a generational reject. Coming back to these words, and splashing thoughts on the white screen is like an effort to mental masturbate. The whole thing is like an explosion of misdirected creativity. Who is impregnated by our heedless banter? What senseless, soulless, drivel is going to pour out of my twisted mind? Hell if I know.
What I do know is that we need each other. In our breathless effort to father some original thought, we are sucked into the vortex of other’s words, works, and ideals. We stick some tiny little innocuous teeth into a movie, a script, a photo, and album of sound, tracking some source of brilliance that erupted in ecstasy eons ago. But the creative God never rests, he is pumped always, spilling his seed in the minds of those seeking to enjoy the strokes of creative bliss, over and over.
The leftovers of other geniuses, really paint a picture dripping with color that amazes us, sometime inspiring us to dip our own brushes in to splatter our own attempts of expression.
Without an audience, without a stage, without a readership, we suffer in the world of little closed minds, who do not even sing with the music, dance with the beat, or dare to lick drama off the spoon of life. The world grinds onward filled with their fear and cowardice. They are the types to bag Napoleon’s manhood. We must not succumb to their vile ways or develop their vices, we must fight the darkness of empty minds and souls; we must think and believe.
This blog has received over two hundred thousand reads, but most of those reads are only looks. I not that readers check out this blog from 300 plus countries too, but after all this time, I have yet to have a real conversation with anyone. How is it that we pour over articles, blogs, news and facebook sputtering, and never stop and converse with anyone.
I think I need to strap on a nice straight jacket. Or maybe I should watch Iron Maiden youtube videos. Try one.