The reason I create art is to heal myself. I am a neurotic half-crazed lunatic with insane tendencies towards avarice, doubt and fear. Art is my coping strategy for life, the process of healing photographed in still life, a frozen moment etched in time and an open book for the reading of universal truths that transcend time and my own lifespan. The book, the poem, the painting serves as a context for future beings and gives me a connection of communication that serves beyond what I can act and do in my lifetime. I write sincerely and I get healed, I grow in spirit, in awareness and the purpose of expressing these feelings in art is create more art, to be self-multiplying and compounding, to let the energy behind it blend with itself in the beings who see it and create more art and feelings. I choose to publish my art here because no publisher wants to take a chance on an artist who sets trends rather than follows them. They want safe money. I can’t blame them, they’re running a business, they have to be lame brains. People want what Thoreau referred to as, “easy reading” I wish to write nothing of the sort—far from it. I want to do as Jack Kerouac wrote about in his 30 essentials and “blow as deep as I want to blow”, to publish my “scribbled secret notebooks and wild type written pages” and discuss every taboo known to man. No publisher cares about “the holy contour of life” or “writing in recollection and amazement for yrself.” The publisher needs a sure thing, commercial art. They want to publish books that they know will sell and make them money, it’s their business. I have no interest in writing for a market; I would rather create my own market by what I write. I can publish the wildest craziest most “bottomless from the bottom of the mind”, I can express myself in my pure unedited form. These are the pictures in my imagination; my mind itself that I am sharing with the world, it goes beyond selling copies of my works. I would rather give away copies of a better product untouched by corporate America than to sell myself like a whore to the muckraking, chaotic world of industry, advertising and marketing. Satan and his helpers want you to believe that there is something that you need to be happy, to be successful and at peace. They also want you to believe that you can only get it for a limited time. Nobody needs to observe my works, they can certainly do without ever reading them, there is no time limit for which they will be available. I do have a brand I am the new preacher in town and I represent a hellishly mad generation, a generation whose sopping with apathy and sees a only an occasional twinkling of hope in the darkness that seems to brighten as they pound away at their work. What I am accomplishing by this nonconformity in marketing and calling out of it’s evil pretenses is providing the insight to the people with lots of money in the world and who want to help bring the world closer to heaven is that it is edge that will do it, that is the reliance on self that creates more art and more awareness not suffering, not sacrifice or hard work, not empty dollars earned by this ridiculous economic hybrid system— no matter how many dollars are thrown at charity they will not do any good when they are contaminated with the taint of control and manipulation. I am proving what Emerson said was right, that “…our painful labors are unnecessary and fruitless…” I am telling my fraternal twins, “don’t pay any attention to the marketplace, instead write for yourself, amaze yourself with your mind and it will find it’s own form of expression, it’s own context that will serve it best, just write, paint, sing! Write sincerely and you can not fail.” I can publish what I want! And if I can do it so can you. This is the consequence of freedom, this is what makes life worth living and people have paid with their lives to get us to this point to not take advantage of such freedom is an insult to nature, to God and it is Sin. People have suffered to get us here which means God has suffered along with us, to say it all is in vain is to say that the world will go to the Devil. The world is going to be had by God; it just is so. To not develop our minds, our modes of thought our potential is as immoral as slavery, as rape or stealing. It is the denial of all things life, the denial of more, a greater and better becoming; its cultural suicide. People need to read. To make this happen today, the poets of the world, the artists will have to stand up and say so, they will have to get dirty and lend themselves over to the dogface criticism of the so-called “enlightened” and superlative self-admiring dictators of morals. People don’t read for many reasons. I think the main reason people don’t read because authors lack in what is referred to as edge or flow as it is called in the art of hip-hop. The literary world needs breath, people want to read something that provokes them, challenges them and inspires them to do the same for others. We live in an information age where the only information people are taught to learn is the information in the lines. I wish to send a message of immeasurable importance between the lines, one that is actually unspeakable, but magically communicate-able and by The Vestal Fire the observer of this process will have a point of reference to accomplish the same.
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