creative cultures

can you feel the vibration?

no, i'm not talking about the marky mark kind. and no, it’s not the hum of your computer. no, not the tremor of the bulldozer as it plows the framework for london's newest commercial atrocity, nor the incessant hissing of bomber planes invading the skies all over the world. no, not the monotonous drone of dubya's mispronounced fallacies, nor the mesmerizing whir of today's coolest product advertised during fox news. not the colonial buzz of corporate imperialism, the oil rigs in the east, the coca-cola machine guns in the south. i'm not even talking about that cell phone in your pocket...

this vibration is older than that, and much more powerful. it's going to save the world.

can you feel the vibration? the resonance, the shudder, that sweet raw vitality of emotion? the wet clitoral tremble of mother nature's breath? the luscious karmic intricacies of awareness?

or have you become a cynical, sarcastic, irritable being? ..kinda like me? have you faltered? gotten lazy? stumbled into a self-perpetuating, monotonous bitterness? maybe it was a self-defense mechanism, a languid response tacitly shadowed by teetering belief and disarray. you didn't mean to end up here, but everywhere you look these days there is abjection and discontinuity and broken hearts and broken countries and broken families and broken ribs.

lives are broken everywhere. and you are restless. i am restless. we are restless.

but can you feel the vibration? because i can. it is visceral and fragrant and fluid. it is the artist’s fire, and it is stirring.

there is a fundamental movement silhouetting the razor wires of social carnage; a steady and revered plurality that will dismantle our ideological nightmares. ride it, lick it, yank it, read it, drink it, shout it, share it. become a part of it. more local, more sustainable, more natural. more orgasmic… deliciously, deviantly orgasmic. cast off your cynicism and apathy. draw on all the walls, on all the fences holding you in, back, out, down… render them colourful and malleable. plant a garden and watch your seeds swallow the hegemony of institution. touch the passion of carnal knowledge and blow little kisses of it outward. unearth our connection…

cultural consciousness is vibrant. and she is our muse.