I
Bleed Creative
what the fuck is up with all of these creative individualists?
if creativity were for the individual it wouldn't get very damn far. those
who seek to become independent of the rest of us ultimately cut themselves
off from the creativity circulation. creativity is the circulation of ideas
through our collective consciousness. not some omniscient super brain created
by the metaphysical linking of every neuron on the planet, but the collective
ideas shared and expressed through the media, literature, film, theatre,
sunday brunch, strip clubs, good food and flatulence. you laugh at flatulence?
that's the point, and if that's not an honest form of communication, i
don't know what is. all these ideas and they've been bouncing back and
forth, circulating, for the whole of human existence and some crazy, eccentric
retard wants to have nothing but thoughts that have never been thought
before. it ain't gonna happen. you can't replace all the blood in the body
at one time, you can't replace all of our thoughts, not even most of our
thoughts at one time. the system will all shut down. we're not individuals
beyond the fact that some of us are just veins and arteries, carrying the
ideas around, allowing them to pass through us, and others are valves of
the heart or bone marrow cells, creating new blood cells. the big creative
thinkers of our history are the marrow, but they don't come along and create
all new ideas. as one cell dies, another replaces it. this way the same
blood is continually the same and ever changing. thus our ideas as humans
are the same ideas, slowly changing, out-dated ideas being replaced by
new ideas as the time comes. and there are those among us who push ideas
through the system, otherwise the ideas would get stagnant, the blood would
deteriorate. the whole organism would die. people like socrates, antonin
artaud, jesus, Buddha and marilyn manson push the ideas through. whether
or not you agree with any of these people, they make you think about them
and the ideas they bring to the fore. it's people like shakespeare who
add new ideas, stealing old plots and adding the new pieces to make them
better, fresh. i never expect to have an original thought in my life, but
i hope to add some new ideas to some old ideas so that people in twenty
years can use my ideas as a link to whatever the fuck people were thinkin
in the 60' and 70's. i can tell right now that people in 2010 aren't gonna
know what the fuck was up with free love and vietnam and jimmy carter and
their gonna have a hell of a time with the mickey mouse club, if they make
it back that far. i'm not sure i understand jimmy carter either, but that's
not gonna stop me from spouting out whatever the hell ideas my marrow cells
come up with after soaking up the aftermath of all this crap and having
the eighties shoved down my throat by d.a.r.e. and vh1. not that i don't
love vh1 and drugs are definitely bad, and the combination of those ideas
has lead us to pop-up videos and that's definitely a step forward in the
evolution of our greater consciousness, so lets all go party in front of
some giant tv screen while flock of seagulls videos play and witty little
sound blurbs tell us how much money they spent on hairspray on this video
and compare it to the amount of money spent on tea in china that year and
the fact that marlon brando smoked pot in his twenties. and why is this
good for the group consciousness, fawning in front of quips superimposed
over a band known more for the profile of their hair than any of their
music? because it teaches us to make connections from out of nowhere that
connect our ass hairs to the fact that it hurts to chew tinfoil if you
have fillings and this skill is vitally important if you ever wanna watch
telletubbies on your computer through your new video chip while high on
weed and chatting to some bisexual witch doctor from queens and if you're
gonna even be just a few millimeters of this fucked up organism's circulation,
you've got to be able to keep up with this shit, otherwise you'll fall
out of the loop and you might as well have never existed at all if you're
not gonna squeeze a few new drops of blood through some long disused vein
or add a few new cells to the mix. so whine about it if you want. claim
that everyone just steals the same five ideas from each other and trades
them around and you won't be told you're an individual because you can
hand them around in a different order that hasn't been used in the past
five years and you're going off in search of a sixth idea, because there's
only one idea, and if you don't get it yet, there may not be much hope
for you anyway. quit slowing down the circulation. get with the program
or amputate yourself. i'm not advocating suicide, i'm just telling you
to go find a rocking chair and a nice afghan and quit bothering us creative
people cuz we're busy preserving that one fucking idea and making sure
it doesn't die.