Ever feel like you're clinging to a piece of driftwood, tossing to and fro in a sea of artless, myopic sanctimony? Ever feel like you're the only person in the room, regardless of how many people are there? Not in a solipsistic, "other people are mere objects in my subjective reality" sense, but in an abandoned, stranded on a dirt road in outer space sense. Ever feel like the world increasingly resembles a sensory-deprivation chamber, and you're the subject of torture for the amusement of cruel, illiterate halfwits? Ever try to balance a lawn chair on your piece of driftwood while floating in a heavy current of self-righteous, angry idiocy, and fall over the side from the furious force of the tsunami, forming at your feet? Ever fall back into the sea, and spend all your intellectual and creative energy scrambling back up to your former position, clinging to the shrapnel of a once-beautiful and self-respecting culture for dear life?
Ever wish you could find a good book to live in?
There's a Jeanette song from the 70's called "What Have They Done To My Song, Ma?" In the lyrics she laments, "it's the only thing that I can do half right and it's turning out all wrong." The song appears in a Spanish film from the 70's called Cría Cuervos, which means "raising ravens."
The title comes from an old Spanish proverb that reads, "Cría cuervos y sacarán los ojos." It means, "Raise ravens and they'll pluck out your eyes."
The rest of the article should write itself in your mind. It shouldn't take longer than a few seconds. Look around.
What have they done to my song? His song, her song, your song? Outsourced it to Satan to create a culture of "content creators" that isn't aware that its very existence is its own warning, a signpost of its own imminent demise? Most people aren't aware that they're much more than mere "content creators." They are culture creators, or destroyers, whether they like it or not. You want to be something lofty, you want to be a creator? Okay. I'm giving it to you. Forget content. Any 5-year-old can dip their fingers in paint and create content. Any medicated ape can smear content on the wall. Content is for landfills and vending machines. But if you're a creator; if you're really all that, okay, I'll tell you this: you're more. You are an eternal creation of the infinitely-powerful and loving God, and you have been given a choice.
The choice is simple. Life or death. Yes or no.
That's it.
Chances are, you're a destroyer. Chances are you've said "no," and have chosen death. I'm not going to point out the vultures circling above anymore; at least not in this article. I've done it a lot, and if you can't see them by now, the vultures have already swooped down on you and plucked out your eyes. You want something lofty, but flail around in the mud of unquenchable desires, instincts, and needs. You have been deceived into believing you are strong, but rather than resisting, and increasing your strength, you weaken yourself by indulging every appetite as immediately as possible. You have destroyed the culture that gave you the freedom to whine and complain, and you are going to reap the eternal spiritual rewards of your efforts, whether you like it, believe it, or not.
If you're strong, you can handle it. Good luck with that.
If you're smart, you will face the terror of your situation and do an about-face.
From the video posted below:
"Culture is the perception we have of the world, the way in which we access the other, the possibility of filling the spirit of a kind sensitivity, is the source of our behaviour, and the tool to manage the good life in society. That is why it must be filled with poetry, music, literature, and theater, and with the wisdom and example of the men and women who built the country."
You can't actually believe that a culture comprised entirely of rappers, superhero movies, anonymous comment-section philosophers and/or comedians, video-platform influencers, and the warrior class isn't on a waterslide to hell.
Can you?
I can't think of a new artist with household-name independence in the English-speaking world since Amy Winehouse, who was arguably an anomaly at the time, and who has been dead for 10 years.
You got the culture you paid for.
Are you going to do something about it? You're a creator, right? Do something about it!
Stop slamming the morphine of positivity into your veins. Respect yourself enough to outgrow the things they've burdened you with to keep you perpetually juvenile and codependent.
It's only negative if it isn't true.
Pablo con Dios,
N
