"It just kills me to see people who have a deep yearning for something that they will never possess because they are not gifted enough"
-Jennifer Jason Leigh
I vow to be true to my spirit.
Manifest real, attempt the true-fuck all noise.
Reap lyrical beauty through postmodern shenanigan.
Pledge search a spirit, the genuine.
To live twenty-first century breakbeat, be done with last modern-post aftermodern.
Live by the words of Georges Braque, "Progress in art does not consist in extending one's limitations, but in knowing them better."
Listen to myself. Murder my heroes. (To respect my forefathers.)
To be. (What else?)
To, A)
Build narratives.
Abandon them.
Speak nonsense.
(Beautiful.)
Or, B)
Tell simple, beautiful tales.
To constantly yarn beauty, spread meaning (as perceived).
The goal to somehow break through the "fourth wall", where one becomes as well as creates art, experiences in the midst of creation. Multipersonalmedia-transgressive, barriers between disciplines and mediums blurring. If much of the 20th century was spent testing the limits of what art can be, what art means, then this time to "break through" the wall. Where museums, theater, media, narrative (as known "rules") and other concepts cease to apply. A new room.
"Cappadonna hit the countryside."
I manifest like Gang Starr.
To have deep seated, meticulous, creative ambitions, without pretension.
A snippet of dialogue from an actual conversation between the architects Rem Koolhaas and Giancarlo De Carlo:
"How many of your buildings have been realized?" Koolhaas asked.
"Not many," De Carlo said. "Maybe 15 percent."
"Better than me," Koolhaas said. "Ten percent."
De Carlo smiled and said he had been boasting. It was more like 10 percent for him too.
"Now I think it doesn't matter," Koolhaas said. "You do architecture, and whether or not it is realized, it maybe doesn't matter. And with the nature of media today, perhaps you cannot always tell."
Everything's a racket, plain and simple. Initially I didn't realize this. It's all about money. If you don't know this you just come off as silly. If you're lucky you can give equal shrift to both the money and the art, equally. But to try and just sit in your room and create and pay no mind to the potentials or marketing or whatever is so naïve as to be "stupid". I manifest to create first, see what happens later, and then die (like we all must). Creation first, that's the desire, the manifesto, the hope.
"[A] [Koolhaas architectural] project, for better or worse, is never an eternal or stable solution to a 'classic' problem, nor does it pretend to be. Rather, it is a provisional, elastic resolution of a compound conjuncturural situation. [ ]. . . . solutions have half-lives, they are temporally and historically determined, they move with the stream of the world and so build in flexibility and allow for immense programmatic turnover."
-from "Flying The Bullet, or When Did the Future Begin?"
Perhaps I be not like most-desire only to eat, drink, study, fuck, create, desire, reach, die. All I foresee doing is what I've always done-attempt to write poetry, grow old and (again) die. In the meantime I'll search all the narrative possibilities, wherever they may lie, moments and women and wine that I can (perhaps find my "Queen" and birth seeds), live some experiences, see some things. Explore narratives.
Try stay from "fake industry niggas", whatever means that be.
My walls are filled with photographs, searching for beauty.
(divest myself the cult of beauty)
"my love is stronger than a mountain is tall."
Art of cybernetics versus the science of-this I yearn.
This manifest how want I be, explain.
(unfinished)