I wasn't sure how to start writing this one. I was going through my old notes and found a piece from Cosmos by Carl Sagan, so I felt like I should write something, and I was listening to Eminem!
"The Voyager message is traveling with agonizing slowness. The fastest object ever launched by the human species, it will still take tens of thousands of years to go the distance to the nearest star. Any television program will traverse in hours the distance that Voyager has covered in years. A television transmission that has just finished being aired will, in only a few hours, overtake the Voyager spacecraft in the region of Saturn and beyond and speed outward to the stars. If it is headed that way, the signal will reach Alpha Centauri in a little more than four years. If some decades or centuries hence, anyone out there in space hears our television broadcasts, I hope they will think well of us, a product of fifteen billion years of cosmic evolution, the local transmogrification of matter into consciousness. Our intelligence has recently provided us with awesome powers. It is not yet clear that we have the wisdom to avoid our own self-destruction. But many of us are trying very hard. We hope that very soon in the perspective of cosmic time we will have unified our planet peacefully into an organization cherishing the life of every living creature on it and will be ready to take that next great step, to become part of a galactic society of communicating civilizations. "
If everything is art, then is it beautiful anymore? If you could fall in love with everyone, then is love even that magical and worth all the trouble?
I don't think that I can define art. But we know that it makes you feel something. Well, by that logic, Trump always makes me angry. The very fact that someone like him exists makes me mad. So, being angry is feeling "something" right? Does that mean he is art too? Well, perhaps the art of being a complete dumbfuck. Makes sense.
Everyone should have the freedom to express themselves, that's a basic human right and we should respect it. But that doesn't mean that we shouldn't criticize it. So let's just make one thing clear, if everything is art, then there is definitely good art and bad art too.
I woke up it was late I ran outside stepped on something it was dogshit. I stepped on dogshit!
Even if I write this on a grey background with a fine font to a million followers doesn't make it art or make me a poet.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. - Byron Now, that's a real poet and a real poem.
We are made to believe that we can be anyone we want. But often they hide the hard work that it takes to get there. So our lazy ass brain looks for shortcuts to quick fame. Recently I've watched Carryminati's video on TikTok vs YouTube, even though I don't really like him for roasting Pewdiepie, he had a point.
TikTok is stupid, let's just get that out of the way. Anyone who says that they are TikTok content creators is dumb too. I may be generalizing, there are some really good content creators there. But more than 90% of the content in that platform is dumb. I'm not talking about people who are using it for fun. But yeah, TikTok, as a platform, represents everything that's wrong with the world. We can talk for days about how predatory capitalism is trying to make us slaves to this digital laziness that our attention span is going down the drain. We can't read an entire book, rather we double tap on a few lines in a squared box, we don't really have the time to read a complex poem to understand the deep metaphors. So we get deep into this digital utopia of self-destruction without even realizing it. An AI analyzes your every digital movement and keeps feeding you the content that you're gonna like then slowly the ads that you're gonna click. So we are made to believe that you can be a poet even if you don't know how to write, and you can be a content creator with a stupid hairstyle and a lot of filters. It keeps this loop alive.
Staying relevant is the one other thing, every algorithm is fine-tuned to keep you in that digital utopia. The more people you talk to, the more relevant you gonna be. If I don't read your works and reply to your comments, you still gonna keep reading what I write? Like for like, follow for follow culture, right? Can't really blame anyone tho, it's all part of this dopamine consumerism.
14 billion years of evolution and here we are. A world where billions of people still follow the old and obsolete religious systems, a world where we have to fight for basic human rights, a world where patriarchy and misogyny are deeply rooted in our social structure, a world where we still judge people by the color of their skin, a world where we still fight in the name of pseudo nationalism and fake borders that we created, a world where a number on a piece of paper decides your future, a world where the underprivileged people suffer the most, a world where everything is going crazy but we are stuck in a 15-second cringe video.
There are words for every kind of a rainy day a torrent, a drizzle, a sleet, a spate there is summer. aestival. words like refreshing and tropical. winter brings in eggnog and fireplace which verbally beats the hypothermia in the white wonderland. fall is all rustic and caffeinated, dotted with yellow ochre and brown. 'maybe' surprisingly stands more for continuity than an ellipsis. and a unicorn stands for more color than a rainbow. Detest is a level up than hate and abominable is a level down from disgust. Serendipity is much more ecstatic than a rendezvous. But petrichor sounds seemingly a dull mundane chore. Doodle stands for a Sunday afternoon amidst board games which mainly stand for Monopoly. A meal sounds unhealthy unlike supper. Bleachers are all hot high school football players, brawn over brain. And obstinate is more stubborn than stubborn itself. And semantics doesn't really fit together with words. Yet is more convincing of a counter opinion than but, But, words...
Nouns and adjectives don't mean words, discrete syllables put together in a rhythm. breathe life into them the air from your lungs the voice in the back of your head the fervor in you heart. and then see them come alive at the tip of your tongue.