The Process (part 3)
The Future past.
I have about a week and some change left to prepare for my feature at the muddy cup with the “come vibe with us” crew, and let me tell yay I am more then a bit stressed. How do I make this night something to remember, something that will really touch people, what the hell do I even say? This has been on my mind for sometime and I feel I have come up with answers to at lest some of these questions. See for a while now I have been increasingly concerned with “images” in the media and all around us. Begin an artist my self I see a very disturbing trend in the way we are reflect back to our selves through the fun house mirror of the media. Not to go all moral and shit let me simple state my fears in this question; “What if one day man came up with a way to reshape reality it’s self? What if it was as simple as projecting hyper “real” images onto it, false as the maybe, still they where much brighter and more beautiful then the real that lay underneath, so much so that the people forgot about the real word and only tried to live in that fantasy. What would happen then to the real things? Would they be forgotten or left to decay? More so the question arise who are creating these images and why?”
I have decided to try and deal /talk about this trend in human social evolution through a series of five poems that take place in the year 2030. By setting this some 23 year in the future (the subjective), I feel it will allow me to freely talk about the present (the objective), by juxtaposing it with an exaggerated social political landscape, in hopes of bring to the for front some questions that we should all be asking ourselves about the world we live in now.
”That’s when it dawn on me the state we live in is a state of emergence
TV’s talks to toddlers while parents run and play no wonder teens listen to Viacom over what their dads have to say
Telling kids what to wear and where to walk, how to talk, what to fear, when to feel, and whom to kill.
long for and love all that flashy imagery flashing in 30 seconded intervals shaping their Identities
planted in front of 40 inch LCDS 5.1 surround sound rear projected plasma screen HD’s making real life the mockery “
An excerpt from “It rain’s without start”
By Just words.
Deme.
I have about a week and some change left to prepare for my feature at the muddy cup with the “come vibe with us” crew, and let me tell yay I am more then a bit stressed. How do I make this night something to remember, something that will really touch people, what the hell do I even say? This has been on my mind for sometime and I feel I have come up with answers to at lest some of these questions. See for a while now I have been increasingly concerned with “images” in the media and all around us. Begin an artist my self I see a very disturbing trend in the way we are reflect back to our selves through the fun house mirror of the media. Not to go all moral and shit let me simple state my fears in this question; “What if one day man came up with a way to reshape reality it’s self? What if it was as simple as projecting hyper “real” images onto it, false as the maybe, still they where much brighter and more beautiful then the real that lay underneath, so much so that the people forgot about the real word and only tried to live in that fantasy. What would happen then to the real things? Would they be forgotten or left to decay? More so the question arise who are creating these images and why?”
I have decided to try and deal /talk about this trend in human social evolution through a series of five poems that take place in the year 2030. By setting this some 23 year in the future (the subjective), I feel it will allow me to freely talk about the present (the objective), by juxtaposing it with an exaggerated social political landscape, in hopes of bring to the for front some questions that we should all be asking ourselves about the world we live in now.
”That’s when it dawn on me the state we live in is a state of emergence
TV’s talks to toddlers while parents run and play no wonder teens listen to Viacom over what their dads have to say
Telling kids what to wear and where to walk, how to talk, what to fear, when to feel, and whom to kill.
long for and love all that flashy imagery flashing in 30 seconded intervals shaping their Identities
planted in front of 40 inch LCDS 5.1 surround sound rear projected plasma screen HD’s making real life the mockery “
An excerpt from “It rain’s without start”
By Just words.
Deme.