I’m losing interest in everything cultural, anything, ho hum. I feel like I’m coming into a new season of festival work with the same players, playing against the same teams at the same odds; terrible cliches, jaundiced views, narrowed focus, closed minds. It’s almost unbearable. I’m much happier sitting on the couch in my daughters cushion made pirate ship keeping her and the plastic cow and horse and pig and sheep company while looking through a cardboard telescope for marauding robots and rockets flown by monkeys.
Doesn’t that sound better than listening to feeble minded politicians telling us we’re on ‘The Road To Recovery’ when we can clearly see with our own eyes that everything is falling apart?
Doesn’t that sound more fulfilling, fun and rewarding than most of the trite reviewed and regaled in the mainstream press by the same mediocre, lazy journalists who are happy enough to cut, paste and regurgitate the same old tiresome fantasy, half truth and shallow observation about the latest up and coming real deal organic down to earth right on the money cool clean kid on the block
Originality, independent thought and clarity have been among the first casualties in this war against reality, the reality that there is far more to us than the generic cultural standard bearers sponsored by the tourist board, the press and the breweries. It seems to me that while everyone is spinning to their own tune, trying to convince everybody of their own agenda with unsubstantiated statistics they have forgotten what rich and diverse and subversive and wonderful and beautiful and dark ideas are at work in and on our land, they have missed the point; the magic point of light that comes out of the greater good, the community, the place, the future and the remnants of our past.
Why should that be so?
Why must we go round and round on this gerbil wheel of blind obedience to the lowest common denominator?
Why must we suffer fools?
Why must we agree, stand still, not rock the boat, say nothing out of fear of being labelled contrary, negative, not helpful?
Why must we all be pushed to the centre of all thought where everybody blisses out in a sunshine world of positivity?
Give me the pirate ship on the couch anytime.
Be sure of this; myself, wife and daughter are going to squash into our little ship along with a bucket of lego, fairy wings, plastic sheep and a couple of biscuits and hope that after the rains fall and the floods come the consensus will eventually be washed out to sea and drowned.
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