The other day, I received an email or rather a note from a “disappointed” visitor to MySpace (note: MY SPACE in MySpace Land). The person deemed it necessary to discuss with me my “sins” brought about by my images. The person persecuting me of my sins based upon an image, couldn’t even spell or use proper syntax in a sentence! This very someone actually had the gall to tell me that I was one dimensional and narcissistic. Why? Because I didn’t have pictures posted depicting my family, friends, my job or my life in general. One dimensional and narcissistic. So, in a world filled with tourists to MySpace Land, and the many houses that are built upon it whose mantles happily display their narcissistic and one dimensional image of themselves, I had to be the one to receive the barrage of criticism. I was judged, crucified and buried for depicting my image of the Ankh and was told I needed to learn the key to life. The Key to Life. What does that mean exactly? Is it because I chose to leave out facets of my life that are not important or relevant to the millions of subscribers in MySpace Land? Or, is it because this person believes I should live my life according to their standards and ideals?
Now before I go on my little diatribe, I would like to add that it is important that one proofreads their messages before sending them. I am stating this because, I am not trying to put a person on worldwide blast by posting the entire message, but it was heavily laden with errors that even your English teacher would have failed you for. Since I knew this person was trying to invoke a response, I deliberately played the hand. “It was my duty, to smack that booty!” This person’s message was highly illogical and downright immature. Their voice is just one of the many that try to justify the ‘biochemically-dependent-pill poppin’-vitamin deficiencies in their brains by attacking someone’s free will and expression.
So…let’s just say I sat and pondered that statement for oh, less than a millisecond. That should tell you how much it affected me. I want to take this time to speak for the other millions of artists, musicians, writers and painters because it is very important. Since I never shared an in depth conversation, let alone a “hello”, with this person, I was baffled as to why this person said anything at all. The entire conversation was provoked by imagery; their perceptions are not my reality. I might look a certain way but that look is not indicative of my character. Why do I feel the need for justification here? Simply put, billions of other artists have probably had similar conversations with others and had to justify their work as well. You are always on a defense. It doesn’t matter how much you may transcend the masses with their ideological point of views, you still have to defend your work. Even when it doesn’t matter, you still have to transcribe the verse.
The viewer’s perception of artistic expression is truly individual. Often times they are hindered if they are not out of the box thinkers. So essentially, their point of view is skewed. For example, if you are a marginalized thinker, you are not going to understand Surrealism or for that matter Mannerist Art. What you will interpret are images being coy, narcissistic, provocative and downright lewd. On the other hand, you might see images that are provocative, narcissistic, coy and downright lewd and interpret them as art. It’s all about perception and perception does not dictate a person’s reality.
Go ahead; castigate me because of my images. Just make sure you have an actual appreciation for the Arts. The ever present “flapping booty-cheeks” that are most prevalent in damn-near every home we walk into in MySpace Land, does not represent Art, but rather, the common stereotypes that women oft-times have to defend. These are the very images that inundate our idiot boxes daily. We tune in to see BIG asses in g-strings gyrating everywhere. But my question, do these BIG asses exercise their spherical lobes commonly know as the brain? I can tell you what they do exercise though, the continuation of the very debilitating images that continue to confine us to the marketing moguls who enjoy taking our hard earned paychecks!
However, I cannot hold the owners of the pages entirely responsible per se, because it is just as much the women who perpetuate that shit by clamoring to audition for the roles, albeit by home video or camera phone. That is how they have been conditioned to think, that, that type of disingenuous admiration is an acceptable form of amorous behavior… In simple layman’s terms they think that is what a man finds attractive in a woman. That is conditioning. Actually, it’s good brand marketing! Ass=Man=Money=Sexually Transmitted Diseases which = A lot people infected with Super Viruses that are transferred to the high percentage of Babies that you and me have to support! But, I digress. Well, here’s another scenario, Ass=Man=Domestic Violence=Another Brother caught up in the System=Higher Taxes so that we can pay for his room and board at the Penitentiary=Dysfunctional Household=Illiterate Children running the streets=More Money for room and board at the Pen. Okay, okay, can’t help myself, here’s another one, Ass=Man=Escapism=Drugs=Exploding Meth Lab in your house=Hospital stay at the Burn Unit=Free Ride by the State to your new Vacation Home that is supported by More Money for your room and board. Yes that’s right another free stay! As extreme as those scenarios may seem, that is real life based upon the saturation of negative imagery in the media. That is why “flapping booty-cheeks” are acceptable amongst the masses and perceived as Art. I digress, but that’s okay, because this is MY HOUSE in MySpace Land!
There was an African proverb which stated “one should sweep in front of ones own door”. For those who are unfamiliar with thinking outside of “the box”, let me break it down for you, “sweep your front door, fool, not mine. But yours!” Always worry about yourself, and what yourself is doing, and where yourself is going and who yourself has been with. Then you won’t have to ever worry about no one else!
Bottom line is on a global level, one should be paying attention to the falsehoods we are inundated with daily and not what kind of pictures I have posted on my page. Let’s keep the focus on the macro not the micro. In a world where we spend 99.999% of our time being brainwashed and bamboozled by the government and the media, because they do work cohesively together, we should focus our attention to homelessness, illiteracy and the environment. We live in a country where statistically we rank last in education compared to other countries. Yet, an image that I display on MySpace, an Ankh, causes turmoil. Homelessness has risen almost threefold during the last century, yet, an Ankh causes great disdain. Our environment/world needs to be vaccinated against the very negativities that destroyed the Earth’s purity. So now, let me break down my version of the Key to Life as transcribed by me. Not the Pope, not Jesus or generations of mama’s. If we really knew who we were in the grand scheme of things, we would know that we are the ONE. The sum of the Whole. The One that not only creates experiences and learns from them but loves unconditionally without prejudice or judgments. Some of us just don’t remember who we are. There are those who became the epitome of what everyone else has dictated to them. Those who cannot think for themselves and have to be told what to like, whom to like, how to like and who they are. Oh, yeah, that’s not Deepak Chopra and that’s not the Dali Lama that is real shit for you. The key to life is to remember who you are and what you are here to experience.
Everyone is entitled to expression. Everyone is entitled to freedom of speech. It is when one forces their narrowed ideologies onto someone else is when I have a problem. These are the very narrow minded people that don’t even have the common sense to discover life on their own let alone question it. That, my friends, constitutes being a slave. A slave to the media and the propagation of nonsense. It IS truly the fool whose own tomatoes are sold to him!
The moral to the story: before you invade My Space with your bullshit, bounce it back to Your Space…
Disclaimer: The picture with the Ankh stays.