Dystopian Race for Armageddon


If the human species survives and there exists an idea called History, this era in which we live will be known as The Age of Waste.  A population mostly unaware of the true specifics of collective psychosis turns to irrelevant solutions in its expressions of fear and discontent while mass communications tend to the unreality industry as usual or blame the world’s economy.
The dangers foreseen by sci fi visionaries, like those of horror and fantasy writers, were once dismissed themes in genres of early twentieth century pulp dramas. Now their images fuel our imaginations and enter public perception and credible dialogue.  While True Believers turn to ancient scriptures in hope of some salvation, more individuals are becoming inclined toward being “born again Orwell.”

In sixties America, the forces at play were personified as Hippies and Pigs (Blue Meanies?).  Now we are labeling agendas Green or NeoCon. Party Politics is a corporate charade lending Democracy a hollow tone.

The work of true artists remains the same:  to wake up those who are asleep–despite their ego resistence– because more than ever since the age of Dinosaurs, Great Beasts that once only inhabited our dreamscape are forcing the living toward extinction.  Our words, political and economic manipulations, distorted discourse and darkest descriptions are sadly insufficient to transform matters of magnitude and destiny.

We must rise from the occassion, interpret with intensity as free thinking individuals our sense impressions into bold purposeful art and sometimes brave confrontational actions. To remain asleep is to continue on this worn course created by complaining consumers’ concensus on collective entertainments and comforting diversions.

Let us will to make 2012 The New Beginning of a higher and finer vision leading to a stronger wiser humanity, not some  “New World Order” leading to distortion and despair, greater destruction, and species annihilation. Let us indeed embrace the sanctity of life, all life.  As for insisting on the indiscriminant reproductive rights of the lowest common denominators of Homo Sap, while giving them status and tax deductions, let us pause.  Consider dear friends, we are the Last Act literature of alternate realities.  Shall we rewrite our sick narrative, add a few more Buddha-Shamans, Philosopher Kings, or Benign Goddesses to lend a measure of possible sanity and significant style to our cast of characters?


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