Imagination, literacy, extinct?

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What, you may ask, do these three words have to do with the deterioration of the human race as they continue to be predominantly disinterested in the art of literature, in art itself, (too busy with the ipod I suppose) or the virtual networking world. Did you notice today that the sky was actually blue and not that rotty gray which is one of the reasons I am leaving New England? I was never cut out for the Puritan bit anyhow. Suburbs, gated communities, obsessive preoccupation with weight, cool cars, movie stars, trying to please others by keeping that one hair that grows out of your chin plucked lest they see! The horror! Television, video games, convenience, tits and ass, saying all the right things at all the right times, and, oh!, must I go on? We are turning into zombies: the coma lulls us into the vice of capitalism, and quite frankly, kills the individual that exists in all of us, but for fear of loneliness, judgment, and what our morning talk shows and celebrity mags have told us, we sink into the same skin of the majority, the judge, the jurors, the women scurrying to their gas-guzzling and grossly over-sized vehicles screaming into their cell phones. The men are no better. Take a look. Take a good look at what you are. Certainly not a robot right? It's getting there though.
People are so over-stimulated these days, with, unfortunately, non-prolific stimuli. The schools, the video-games, television, virtual computer reality, the cars, the marriage, manicured lawns, etc...oh, and another favorite of mine-the IPOD. People, in general, do not observe enough, whether it be human behavior or what color the sky happens to be on a particular day. Most seem locked inside cubicles, withdrawn, uptight, and having to find the most trivial things a travesty....I lost my gold pen. I also understand that people, many of us, fight to survive in a grotesquely overpriced capitalist society: people must work to live. The trick is finding the loop holes that allow the writer to keep a sense of dignity. A writer needs time to THINK and WRITE. Thinking and writing, observing life-have these become extinct? It is rather sad that people do not know how to speak English anymore and do not know where to place "the" in a sentence. No bull, I've seen it. There are many talented writers and artists that will never become recognized because he or she did not conform to the populace. I refuse. My creativity and my ideas are my life. Reading is a huge part of my life. How many people sit around and talk about what they have read anymore? Where is the value in mainstream idiotic trash? Heck, I can write a book to please others....but I would probably die of boredom before completing it. There definitely are many writers and artists out there with tremendous genius and gifts; the problem is we do not hear of them as much as we should.  It is almost like we are slipping into a zombie coma! It is hard to get published when you have no money, have no "in," and live among stashes of brilliant papers, all rejected, while mediocrity and trite novels flood the mainstream bookstores like rubbish. Sylvia Plath makes me think of this "catering" to the mainstream. It is called death of your creativity and soul.Everyone has a genius inside them; they are just too damned scared and intimidated to speak their own language due to fear of criticism and rejection. Syliva Plath, when she used her "true" voice, was a wonderful writer, The only time I can tolerate her prose and poetry is when I pick up "Ariel" or "Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams," and her journals. Some of her journal entries should have been published as prose. She had a powerful, unique voice underneath the need to write what was, most boringly, accepted and held in high esteem by the Publishers, critics, pedestrians, etc. It is a shame, but I cannot appreciate most of her prose because the voice she used in most of her works was not her own. I only use her as an example because it is so typical of what kills the artist inside -out. You can't let it. It takes balls and it is very personal.Oh yes. I can add a ton more degeneracies to the list of tom-rottery that is happening..RIGHT NOW!  Oh, and I am never finished with this topic, so stay tuned and as Lux Interior warned us: Don't eat stuff off the sidewalk."(for some, look him up, front-man for The Cramps, a swell man that passed away way before his time. Tragedy.)   I am going to read a bizarre story written by Flannery O'Conner, study gypsy culture, and hopefully write some more. -OSun

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