People, God and Art.

April 6, 2009

I’m not a fan of people. Thick, whinging bastards who’ve no idea how to conduct themselves within the public realm. It’s not a new thought by any stretch of the imagination. Bill Hicks didn’t like ‘em, calling the human race “a virus with shoes”;  Slipknot wrote ‘People = Shit‘ and even Hollywood gets in on the act when it feels the zeitgeist needs it. Take The Matrix for example: “Humans beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet”. Fair enough.

So, why did God create us? He didn’t. He didn’t. In case you missed that, He didn’t. OK? Darwin‘s theory of evolution is far more plausible than that Adam and Eve crap. Anyone with a fully formed fingernail should be able to discern that even if, like me, they’ve not read it. Sadly, a number of people have sided with ‘God’ and roll across the planet spreading their hideous words. Bastards.

Fortunately, these nutbags are dead easy to ignore. It’s a simple case of walking past the nutter on Oxford Street as he howls balefully into his loudhailer about how we should all repent or we’ll spend eternity surfing the lake of fire. I can’t surf, so I’ll drown in the lake of fire. How does that work? More inaccuracies. Oh, and not walking into churches, mosques etc. should also help the everyday Homo sapien avoid religious guilt.

Ignoring the deluded, there’s still the rest of the world to deal with. The high-minded, the rich, the gangsters, the meek, the intellectuals, the celebrities. Wankers, the lot of them. The world can do without any of us. I don’t know where we got this idea that ‘procreation’ is the fundamental purpose of man. Is it because we’ve got genitals? Is that it? The things you see people on the internet repeatedly ploughing eachother with before sweating their loads out on top of eachother? That’s the reason we exist? Fuck that, and fuck you if you think so.

I detest people. They stink and don’t think. They can’t drive. They can’t look after themselves or control how they spend money. They seem to think it’s far better to get ahead by any means necessary; that there’s rewards to be reaped from this life. Well there aren’t many. Rewards found in your immediate environment - family and friends. That’s pretty much it. What’s your measure of success? A nicer car and house than your next door neighbour? Pray, silence  and remove yourself from this planet. Alleviate global warming, please. Incidentally, if you sincerely want to save the planet (as your keyring dictates), then suicide really is the ultimate sacrifice. That, I will gladly accept and begrudgingly respect as a true desire to ‘save’.

So art and culture – the ‘icing’ on our human race. It’s superficial. Just filler. Perhaps it used to be a means to say and mean something. Revolutions and wars could be fought over the written word; music would be written to reflect the inexplicable and visual art could inspire the world irrespective of language and background.

Now? Now, art constitutes a sorry lumpen mess of blood and tackle. Eager only to find some place to put itself for finance, desperate to save or say something – anything! Saturated in a  desire to be recognised, individually on a global scale.

Clearly this is a flawless argument, backed up with acres of scientific data. Actually, it’s not. And I’m glad it’s not. I’m tired of justification – verification. “How can you say that?” you might say. I just did. No longer is there  value attributed to people who can express feelings without purpose; it has to mean something, or it’s valueless, irrelevant, insane or (worst of all) boring.  We know the world is mad, it makes no sense. So surely an irrational response is the only response worth having.

Do something for nothing. Do something just to do something. Do something because you want to do something. Don’t do something because you think it’s what you should do. I reckon that’s what God should’ve said (maybe He did, but His followers decided to ignore that). Actually, He was probably too busy working out how to play the main riff on ’Dead Skin Mask’ to work that in.

If  ever something was going to made be for art’s sake, it’s going to come from somewhere where making ‘art’ was furthest from the creator’s mind.

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