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2011-08-23 | |
WAKE UP EVERYTHING, AGAIN!
* WAKE UP to (i)reality! We are small in a huge universe. We live in a lovely horror of death. Flees conquering empires of dust. How the hell shouldnâ€™t we be afraid? Fear is the second nature. And the first is the courage to accept them all. As they really are.
* The spirit of the infrareal is the one of the fallen angels. Orpheus, the first amongst the infra-realists, the one taming the beasts, has fallen torn apart byâ€¦women. Not before going all the way to inferno, for his loveâ€¦Yes, the infrarealism is Orphic but also real at the same time.
* It's the unseen reality which all of a sudden is felt. In this consumerist world of today it is very little felt; how shall we infra or re-feel? There isnâ€™t enough time to die. The result is stressful or rather delusional. We chill with our heads stuck up our asses or dream about change. The various attempts of vanguard-ist divorce of post-modernism ended up lamentably in marriage pacts and towers ofâ€¦.pixels. in poems with emoticons, bloggers carrying their free laziness.
* Vanguard floated above reality and its falling was as deserved. It failed in the school books contested. A damn beautiful end.
* It's time to go down in the street and even underneath it to blow out laziness, to tenderly terrorize the sad luxurious lifestyle. We donâ€™t want another art of cadavers in void, of waitings of Godotâ€¦we want the scare, the tender screaming to instantly fall in love with. We want a schizoid beauty, a frolicker one.
* We want to be spontaneously laughed at all our under layers, our brains. Thatâ€™s what we wantâ€¦
* They say that someone who found a way of leaving theyâ€™re an achiever. An over achiever. We do not aim for financial achieving but for the achievement of saying. We do not achieve but become poorer on purpose thus finding our true wealth. If something is true or sublime within us then you will find it underneath not over faces and interfaces.
* The infrastructure of art must be based on a new axiology. Todayâ€™s artist is the naive who goes whoopsy daisy and coo-coo at the telescopic eyes of the snailâ€¦and hereâ€™s the thing, heâ€™s stepping over the snail, serene, dragging its remains all over the pavement. The infra-realist punches the pseudo-art in the face, bypassing the snail, wipes the pavement with its virtual remains and maybe then he goes whopsie daisy and coo-coo...
* The infra-realist eats icons on toastâ€¦or toast with a comer, daâ€™ knife! But he knows the taste of caviar, without making a big thing out of it.. without virtualities, fictions, dreams, illusions. Dressed only within ourselves, like the sword of Toledo. Is time to recognise our superb inferiority of divine animals, the neo-centurism of humanitarian men shall devastate this millennium, shall cirogenically deal with our barriers, shall place memories in formaldehydeâ€¦and is preferred that we remain the wonderful beast dancing with desperation of this dreamy nightmareâ€¦
* We had enough of â€˜letâ€™s pretend weâ€™re workingâ€™, Cioran..come home!
* And there, between pretending you achieve and the true achievement is a long bumpy way. What would it be to recovered apart from the past avatars of a communist Auschwitz? The ex-government employees, the good for nothing would say that nationalism, preferably in the shape of academic- isolating white-trash. The daily post-revolutionaries and post- communists would say that the post-modernist personality of each and one of us, versus the unions expectations of forcing them in the choir of rebellious with no purpose. The millenary sleep-walkers wouldnâ€™t quite know or pretend they literalize at the crack of dawn. Fracturism, utilitarianism, boyarism they all have a desperate allure about inventing the cherry tail, and nobodyâ€™s jumping up and down crazed with happiness and adulation. Is like the seasonal bands of MTV with fashionable hits which die over night out of lack of fans, perspective, realism and consistency. Their existential problem is that they continually bet on a technical approach, in pose as well as poetry. Do grab this technical approach by the neck and slash it: you would surprisingly notice that no drop of blood will bleed, the whole system was empty and drained long beforeâ€¦.
* If is technical, then choose televisionâ€¦a little nonsense meant to enlighten the peopleâ€¦you press the button and the whole world drops in your sitting room although you feel more and more lonely rather than Godâ€¦
* The postmodern culture which technically administrates its consuming surrogates is caressing your wallets and is promising you the sun and the moon, evidently, some other timeâ€¦meanwhile is inventing more and more elitist sects, in which the believers praise themselves while devouring each other. By the way, regarding suicidal techniques: at 5.00 oâ€™clock news I heard that a man drank petrol and then threw a lit match down his throatâ€¦interesting. We might implement such â€˜know-howâ€™ approach at pigsâ€™ euthanasia for Christmas. We shanâ€™t fry them from the outside, but from the inside, directly. The grills shall be bouncing, ready-made, on the table where the Romanian Oriental is belly-dancing on its white-trash tunes. Technically talking, we shall be the belly buttons of the earth! The wine shall flow like water and behind us â€¦the floodâ€¦
* Even the poor post-modernism, is feeling weaker and weaker, after its prolonged trip through splendid imagery, the all inclusive, returned to the village with the latest model of a car, the first man met is a drunk puking his guts, holding by the fence, this image is the first one to greet him, yet alone, it says everything.
* There isnâ€™t a certain know-how to be a infra-realist in art but only the fact that you write, sing or paint only what there is, in a personal yet profound and paradoxical universal vision. Imago mundi of today has arrived and is becoming more and more fictional, more wishful thinking, more unrealistic than ever. We create more illusions than more our poor hard drive can take and we imagine that this is the only possible saviour, our only salvation.
* The infra-realist is shaping reality like a mad-man which you might consider to be normal or not. We must reveal the true natural creativity values of our inner reality, some lost through personal interests and social conventions. Let us recover that rational madness of angelic beastsâ€¦:)
* Let go!!! Write as it is/ drop the pretence/ lose that inner-police and show your ugly face to the worldâ€¦would they love you then? Would they? Being an infra-realist is a hit and run situation. Bukowski knew how to hit but he didnâ€™t know how to runâ€¦run like Roberto Bolano said: like 500 mad horses with 500 km/hourâ€¦to the toilet or to Eternity.
* The infra-realist is the child who canâ€™t see the emperorâ€™s new clothes. He can see the naked emperor. Is the child who can not lie with a smile, or sell illusions for the pretend ill, like a Placebo, however, he knows how to cauterize our wounds with a painful but healing truth, he knows how to place the heart back in its place when it jumps out of our chests for sweet nothings, and most of all it feels that is not the drug that will save the world, not the representations but everybodyâ€™s will alone to join in, without the â€˜know-how, letâ€™s get to work for what IT IS, not fairies on the wall.
* The world is saturated with pseudo-vangardism. It wants imminently. It wants authentic. It wants the sublime ugliness of reality. It wants that old bat without teeth receiving as a present a pack of condoms and she laughs with us not knowing why but itâ€™s funnyâ€¦what misses from the hand of The Beautyfull Armores Lady of Rodin is the pack of preservativesâ€¦
* In the vision of the true wise men the world as it is not angelic nor demonic, in contrary is un unhappy mixture over which you need to bend over and chooseâ€¦therefore, unfortunately and luckily, we need to reach out and become infra-realists, to watch live what is going on in oneâ€™s heart and not in the sweet make-belief of some over-heated brains. And if the whole universe is energy, and if energy is the basic made of matter, who the hell has asked us to lose that energy, mentally or affectively, within the realms of illusion, without being able to regenerate it, to recreate it, to conserve it and change it entropicaly with reality?
* Regarding reality, artistic or not, we can not find but doctrines or pseudo-names. The infra-realist, when is telling you that â€˜my granddad is a stick-walker-ologistâ€™ it gives you reality as well as its artistic corollary. Is a strange job, the one of â€˜stick-walker-ologistâ€™ but, affectively and effectively it exists. Is not just a pseudo-name for the â€˜pensionerâ€™. The science man would simply and tediously tell you: â€˜my granddad is a pensionerâ€™. The todayâ€™s common artist, would probably turn it to: â€˜my pensioner is a granddadâ€™â€¦a posh thing but not only that. At most a sort of ironyâ€¦of the lack of itâ€¦to which snobbism may starterâ€¦in ecstasy.
* We write for nobody and everybody but not for ourselves. To write for yourself is an ego-trip and nothing else. We write like the rain falling out of a sunny sky. Impersonal poems. The infrarealist spirit is impersonal in shape yet unique in its essence. To be impersonal is an art inferred by others who would love to practice it but fear loosing their originality. Is just a comfortable prejudice. In everything written today there is a great deal of indifference and selfishness. This is the answer to the shortage of books in bookstores, to the fact that volumes are aging on shelves., un-bought and un-read. The others have become an abstract notion, deliberately and purposely taken out of the equation. All are somewhere out there or nowhere into an infra-reality which overrides comprehension. Noo 'couse we are writing for ourselves or our literary sectâ€¦and when we do write for nobody out of who-knows-what miracle , we do it without charm and prestige, just becauseâ€¦
* Be Achilles and Ulysses at the same time. Vulnerable and cheeky. Exposed and invincible. Pain as well as pleasure must be allowed to pass. Without rejections and attachments. Just observed live and thus immortalized. A tiger infra-exploded in a deadly jump. Anything else is a low life and high heels.
THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO REALLY HIT THE ROAD!
BE INFRA! WHAT ARE YOU BRAGGING ABOUT? BITE AND RUN!
WAKE UP EVERYTHING, AGAIN!
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