Going on a News Fast
Morning Thoughts #285
Call me screen Gandhi, because I am going on a news fast. No more filling up on mass-produced information. What falsity I cannot bend, I refuse to grip.
Oh world falsely painted in so many images, I refuse to step in that gallery. How can I refute it at the time of it’s celebrated opening, its ticketed showing? As an onlooker, there is no way to not be outclassed. As an audience member, good or bad, your presence contributes to the appearance of success for a mediocre or malicious artist. So I do not enter that false world at all.
One man opting out, may I be the beginning of a leak in this dammed aspect of the collective unconscious.
Looking for the world, but not in the mode of a viewer. Nothing readymade, preconfigured. Consciousness as an experiential homemaker.
I was barking up a number of tall trees. But how many of them there were in this honest forest. Maybe I am not a woodland creature at all? Maybe it is the seas in which I want to bathe? Some more expansive, truthful depth. Less overhead view and yet somehow more connected.
I am learning, slowly, how to defeat the modern pulse. The zig, the zag, containing so many steps, leading ultimately nowhere.
What is, but will not be, speaks loudest.
It is not that I am consuming nothing, or making that impossible ideal my goal. It is that I hush the pedestrian messengers, that I may better receive farther sounds. Intuition. What feels born within has more distant sources than the rabbling talk of the day.