Thursday, 27 June 2013

Will I Am vs William Parrell

Will I AM is allegedly not locked in a legal dispute over the copyright infringement of Pharrell William’s I Am Other brand. He is merely defending the territory of his trademark. I Am forms “a significant element” of Will I Am’s professional name according to his lawyer. All this self-assertion is confusing. It’s rather like being trapped in a mirrored elevator with the essence of ego incarnate. “I am I am no I am I am!” claim the new Spartans of popular culture with “entrepreneurial spirit. I AM what I Am? Does Will know about the Iams cat food range which may start getting all territorial tom cat on his ass seeing as he is potentially threatening the individuality of their registered trademark with a “confusingly similar” mark. In fact if they all just agreed to spray their territory it would be a lot simpler. “I am” it says in a non-verbal kind of entrepreneurial spirit. Yay it’s great that there are these free spirited people out there reminding us how individual we all really are. I know I am aren’t you? Sam was unavailable for comment also.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Note to Self

We continue to ask how does it work? Is this not like a white imperialist receiving a beautifully carved shrine then sending it for analysis instead of trusting. Ah faith is the dunces hat of rational Britain. Did we learn nothing from TV episodes of Star Trek about the limits of rational thought? Placebo is the placebo escape hatch of the enlightened. We are still stuck on Freud - analysing away the monster under the bed. How about befriending the monster under the bed? Artists on telly are psychopaths - cue close up of overly slick facsimile of mad elaborately filled leather bound sketchbook. We still want to stare ourselves into oblivion. Analysing your own consciousness puts me in mind of a table rapper unable to hear the dead spirit screaming in his ear but still giving a very convincing performance of channeling. A teddy is not a real creature but we don't tell the child that because that would be idiotic. A child understands different levels of consciousness in a way that as adults we are urged to leave behind for fear of mental illness. This has the reverse effect on our culture. Our culture is mentally ill. Art (popular culture) is no longer voice of the collective unconscious (as Jung suggested) or if it is our unconscious has left the planet or retreated very far into the depths (Shaver mysteries). Art now is the voice of a slightly patronising, occasionally very enthusiastic data processor. THis note to self shall self destruct in ten seconds. Sent from my HTC

Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Road Side Scene

Why is life like this?
An amal-gum
An amalgamation
One big analogous remnant
Look's gone
Before you've turned to look
The gift horse was right there
Studiously avoiding eye contact
WIth the gift rider.

Hello you want to say
To all of them
Those poor dears
Looking through you
You're alive right?
you're here now?
But now I see you're not
You are already a glimpse
Which makes you older than the hills
Remember them?
Where you walked arm in arm
With your father
The long man of Wilmington

The gathered hoard at roadside
May as well be in period costume
Catering off to one side
A bombed out house facade
Instead it's a doubled up volvo
A volvo!
You double up.
Female middle aged driver
Sat on Ercol chair on the pavement
How neighbourly
Pine teeters on paving slab
Can you retrive my keys?
She enquires (supercilious old bag)
My garage key is on it you see.

You're all alive right?
Here now yes?
That is absurd isn't it?
Her car is folded in half.
But trauma does this to us.
Like the Newly elected pope
Remembering to cancel his newspaper delivery
Halfway back around the world.
What a thoughtful old man.
What a victim.

Why is life like this?
The meaning is always on the tip of your tongue
As you lick your finger
To turn over a new leaf.