Modern Art is Corrupt

I have a writing disability.

That means I cannot paint.

I literally, physically

Cannot paint.

 

So, if there are modern art pieces

That I can actually, feasibly do,

Without any training

With my crippled hand

That cannot draw a straight line

For the life of me,

This is why I’m not an author.

This is why no publisher accepted me.

This is why I cannot make a living.

 

What is the correlation?

Rather, the causation is that

Poop is patronized

While disciplined artists cannot make a dime.

Rather, you have to be a savant

To make it in the art world

Actually drawing good pieces of art.

Only if you were painting Leonardos at 5

Do you make it in the art world.

If you paint them at 29,

You’re stucked.

 

High quality

Means just having no discipline.

When a few stars

And a little rainbow

Circle gets to be 125,000 dollars

Like a five year old had painted it

And copies of my work do not sell.

Rather, if they are, Amazon is hiding it from me.

If a five year old had painted a good piece of art

I’ve actually seen it before.

It’s marvelous!

But if I did a finger painting

At five years old,

It shouldn’t be worth the paint that splattered it.

Unless you’re my mother.

 

But no… good art is not patronized.

Great artists are not given the chance they need

To eat.

Because undisciplined artists

Make a living, while the disciplined among us

Starve.

This is called corruption.

The man who works hard

Gets nothing.

The man who makes a doodle

After sleeping all day

His work is worth 125,000 dollars.

 

That, or someone is stealing from me.

Or, maybe it’s a little bit of both.

 

Analysis of the Herb Leech by Joseph Campbell

I've seen in this writer something prophetic. Some kind of insight. I did not know he was writing so contemporary; I thought he was writing in the eighteen hundreds. Generally, the reason why I'm so interested in it is the schema of a very normal delusion, that being a brain parasite of some sort that causes the illness of Schizophrenia.

So, this is what influenced my poem about the "Yeerk"; was I read this poem the Herb-Leech in my Barnes and Nobles' leather bound A Treasury of Irish Literature, and was like, "Well, I'm having really bad dreams, and have a lot of problems with xyz." And, there must be some mythological reference here to a mythology that Joseph Campbell once read. But the poem is talking about dreams, and the fact is that they have a reach into the person's mental health. When a delusion enters into the dream sphere, it begins to reach into the conscious and begins to be believed. And the mythology, literally here, is not so much being believed, but rather is manifesting in the dream.

But, the poem is definitely dealing with Schizophrenia. And "Schizophrenia" is often not having a filter in day to day activity. That means that everything is going to be interpreted as it is, and the brain is going to put all that information together. A good example of this is the rotating mask. The Schizophrenic sees it rotating the correct way, but the normal mind sees it with a filter which makes the illusion as if it span in both directions. So, Schizophrenia is a lack of having those filters.

At the end of the song, there's talk of the Murrain Stone. That right there, "Murrain" means sickness. It's speaking of mental illness, specifically, schizophrenia. Because anyone who believes, and I quote "All things on earth/to me are known" because of the "Murrain Stone", then it's obviously saying outright a man does not have omnipotence with this line. The poem is rather talking about Schizophrenia, with regard to an omnipotence delusion. It's impossible for a man to know all things, so the poem is talking about something else.

Which, seeing he got conflated with other religions---and this is why I really would discourage people from learning about religions other than Christianity---is that he must have picked up a delusion from believing in Folk Tales, giving him the "Murrain Stone." Or Schizophrenia. Because experience with the Mythological---as he puts it in an essay I was doing research on---is something I think ought not happen. There's only one God, that's Jesus Christ. And there's a ton of other religions that are not Jesus Christ. They have other revelations, and it is a sickness when they are revealed; that is, if the magic of the superstition reveals itself it is a sickness.

When I look at this, my mind thinks of the "Yeerks", as if they were some kind of schizophrenic pathogen. As if the mental illness of Joseph Campbell, by reading into Mythology too much---because that is where the pathogen takes root---is being likened to a Brain Leech of some kind. As if mythology can be a pathogenic cause of schizophrenia; which Campbell would not accept this thought, but I find it accurate. There are other pathogens, too, like the Truman Show, or generally speaking any source of literature that skews the mind from the one solitary truth, and that is Christ.

Which, now the poem makes sense, that the Herb-Leech is his Schizophrenia. It is a delusion he's dealing with, something similar to a Yeerk, and Schizophrenia can be metaphorically linked to this science fiction concept. Which, the way to beat it, and the path to a healthy lifestyle, are to overcome the illness with love. To simply love; that is actively work at becoming a better and more empathetic person. Because I believe it is something like the "Error of Balaam" as talked about in the Bible. He was a so called "Prophet" and named his prophecies, but it is was then reinforced when he saw a Donkey talk. Delusory tendencies, with research to back them up with schemas, then start manifesting in negative behaviors such as fortune telling, and then when some of those predictions might come true it can lead to OCD or Post Traumatic Stress. Which, ultimately brings the illness to a much worse standing when the things we've fortune told came true. It makes us believe we have power.

Which, seeing his mentions here of the different myths that must have spurred it on, I think his dreams are actually spurring on the mythologies. That maybe he has some latent understanding of them, forgets them, dreams them, and then finds them, reinforcing the schizophrenia. Which, external stimuli that proves a delusion drives someone mad, into the depths of Schizophrenic tendencies. It's imperative that one understand that, and try their best not to prove a Schizophrenic's delusions. Because external stimuli that proves a delusion, will only reinforce the delusion, making it stronger in the individual.

So, the Herb-Leech is Joseph Campbell's mental illness.

Campbell, Joseph. "The Herb Leech". A Treasury of Irish Literature. Sterling Publishing Co., Barnes and Nobles Classics Edition, 2017. Text.

Tom Riddle

Tides of evening grains

So austere, so austere

Is my voice in poetry.

Tides of evening grain

So austere is my idea in poetry.

 

How the exalted verse

O’ thou exalted verse…

I cannot tell a riddle

A riddle, a riddle.

Blasted I am.

No riddle, no riddle.

 

Tom Riddle

The Master of Oxford’s

Fated day…

When the children, the children

The children,

Do shed their fame.

Forget they do the tyrants…

O’ I cannot tell a riddle

A riddle, a riddle,

Of that blasted fame

Of Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle

He who is unnamed.

 

I cannot make my mystery

So bleak

I cannot hide it in my exalted verse…

Pretty words do not come to me

O’ Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

Riddle, Riddle,

Children called men

Walking through the halls of Yale

Tearing down the statues

You use as refuse, like bales.

 

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

I cannot make exalted verse…

O’ you children at Oxford

Do you know the ancient verse?

 

Tyrants rise, I cannot claim

O Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

You blasted, ancient fame.

You are Bonaparte,

You are Mary Queen of Scotts.

You are Elizabeth I

Feuding, feuding,

Killing many lots;

Hold onto your power

So power very vain?

Does it insult you

O feminist, that I unearth your hero’s vein?

A tyrant among men

A tyrant among wos

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

You like Cleopatra or Augustus of Rome.

 

Nay, the gender does not lay a curse

Nay, the hidden message in my verse.

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

I have no exalted say.

There you went to Oxford,

There you were so gay.

 

No… there is no sad story

With which to tell…

Like “Harry Potter”

You and him grew in similar hell.

 

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

What is your fame?

Blast that imbeciles had

Ruined your infamous name.

 

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

You hide in ancient verse.

The darling who created you

Created you chief and first.

No, waving of a wand does not say

That magic is so very good…

That magic does not exist

That is what a sane person should

Believe.

 

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

Know the ancient verse.

You burgeoned once

You burgeoned twice

Your lips in ignorance purse.

 

O’ you hide, you hide,

Specter in the Grae;

Ancient melodies were you sung

O hero lauded for your fame.

The Canaanites, the Canaanites

The famous as so slain…

O’ Tom Riddle

How a generation made you so very, very vain

To turn that Amon Ra

Into a warrior who would pray.

 

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle

Here so very vain…

Meditate on my wisdom

For Tom Riddle’s become the lay.

Why I Love The United States

Here is why I love the United States.

I can listen to any song I want to.

I can write any book I’d like.

I can think, and therefore create.

I can say what I want,

And if I figure something out

I’m allowed to say it

Believe it, think it

Even practice it as my religion

So long as I’m not hindering other people’s welfare.

 

I am allowed to jump into the local creek

And swim.

It is clean.

I can build a fire right on the edge of said creek

And cook marshmallows if I wanted to.

I can get on a raft, and ride it for miles

Without anyone saying I can’t.

I can go camp in the mountains

If I wanted to

And nobody would be able to charge me a dime.

 

I have the ability to work

And eat from what I earned.

I have the ability to write any subversive message I want

Without fear of Government.

I can call Trump a bad man

Or Obama

Or Hillary.

I can even criticize other governments

Other world leaders.

 

I have no fear of government troops

Knocking down my door.

I have no fear,

Even though the CIA might investigate me

There ain’t a damned thing they can do to me

Because I’m a US Citizen

And haven’t broken any laws,

Haven’t committed any Espionage

Unless YouTube were illegal.

I can know about the government’s dirty little secrets

Because of reporters

Who are free to report on whatever is out there.

I am free to watch them, seek them out.

I can even seek out news agencies called “Russia Television”

Or “Info Wars” and they are free to exist

And do whatever insane thing they want to

Say whatever sane thing they want to.

And watch them without any fear of being oppressed by my government.

 

I can believe any conspiracy theory I want.

I can even say anything I want about the government

Good or bad.

I can speculate on my government’s dealings

I can criticize it

And there ain’t a thing the government can do.

 

And, what’s more,

These freedoms are not being hampered by my government.

They are being hampered by the very citizens it protects.

 

 

 

More Productive Ways of Saying Stupid American Catch Phrases

American Catch Phrase: If you believe in yourself, you can do anything.

Truth: If you practice real hard, you’ll get good at something.

 

American Catch Phrase: Be positive.

Truth: Have hope.

 

American Catch Phrase: It’s organic.

Truth: It’s not made for marketing.

 

American Catch Phrase: It’s grass roots.

Truth: It was made by someone who wasn’t famous or made a lot of money.

 

American Catch Phrase: Buzz Word

Truth: It’s a common word being used in conversation that will go away in the next five months.

 

American Catch Phrase: Mueller Report

Truth: Nobody really knows why they’re angry

 

American Catch Phrase: Benghazi

Truth: Americans nominated two people under FBI investigation to run for president.

 

American Catch Phrase: The News

Truth: Every violent and debauched thing done in America ending up on camera or talked about.

 

American Catch Phrase: A Good TV Show

Truth: An HBO series that a small portion of the population binged watched on Netflix and everyone else heard about.

 

American Catch Phrase: ESPN, ABC, Fox, Marvel, Pixar, Star Wars

Truth: Disney

 

American Catch Phrase: Copyrights and Patents

Truth: People gonna steal it anyway

 

American Catch Phrase: Kim Kardashian is a loser

Truth: I feel really bad for her, and I wish her a good legal career

 

American Catch Phrase: Brice Harper

Truth: People should be paid for their talent, within reason.

 

Catch Phrase: Manny Machado

Truth: Americans pay 200 dollars to see a baseball game

 

American Catch Phrase: Inflation

Truth: A 40 cent Chocolate Bar in 2001 now costs about 2.50

 

American Catch Phrase: Stock Market

Truth: Nobody really knows how it works, but we still get really scared when the DOW Jones Industrial Average goes down.

 

American Catch Phrase: I like to read.

Truth: Likes to have shelf ornaments, and have read a couple chapters of to brag about to friends.

 

American Catch Phrase: Booktuber

Truth: Someone who actually likes to read, but normally doesn’t understand why writing was invented.

 

American Catch Phrase: Marketing.

Truth: Making something, and then having someone else change it.

 

American Catch Phrase: Cooking

Truth: Taking recipes invented within the last couple of decades, and pretending like it’s a rich tradition.

 

American Catch Phrase: Multiculturalism

Truth: Despising American Culture, but not realizing that the immigrants they are trying to imitate want to be more like us.

 

American Catch Phrase: Intelligent Conversation

Truth: Memorized factoids that get dispersed by binge watching YouTube and then telling other people about it.

 

American Catch Phrase: Buddhism

Truth: Just not caring enough to figure something complicated out.

 

American Catch Phrase: Anti Fascists

Truth: Just about the most fascist people alive.

 

American Catch Phrase: Anonymous

Truth: People who claim to respect the Fourth Amendment, but then go ahead and break it by invading other people’s computers.

 

American Catch Phrase: Isis

Truth: An enemy image meant to distract us or lead us into a really stupid war.

 

American Catch Phrase: Nuclear Power

Truth: Everyone who’s not an American: “OMG.”

 

American Catch Phrase: Intelligent

Truth: Knows how to use words technically correct, but doesn’t listen to anyone enough to understand what they said when they didn’t get something technically correct.

 

American Catch Phrase: Criminal Justice

Truth: DNA evidence is the end all be all of evidence, even though it’s proven very unreliable. Also, NCIS.

 

American Catch Phrase: Lawyer

Truth: Nobody really likes them, though they tend to be a lot more honest than the rest of the world’s so called.

 

 

 

Fairy Tales Don’t Exist

Fairy Tales don’t exist. Hard work does. Love is just an emotion. But, the best part of a relationship comes when the person you had those emotions for is now like family. I’ve never had that, but I know it exists because I see it in older couples.

We often have a problem with equating success at love with some divine luck or providence; with some eye catching first glimpse and a deep well of oozing affection. It’s more or less about two people willing to give it all they have. It’s also very dirty.

The best love story I have is actually not romantic, but toward an animal. I got a dog I didn’t want. I didn’t want it because it had bit me; and it always terrorized me before I was its owner.

Then, I realized it was mine… I had to take care of it… he was completely reliant on my capabilities to take care of him… and I never really grew emotionally attached to him. But, he’s my favorite dog because he taught me what real love is.
My other animals I had overwhelming emotional connections to, the whole time I owned them. Scruffy was different. I had no real feeling toward him, but instead I had an overwhelming amount of something real. Something that let me know what love actually is.
And I cared about that dog more than my other dogs on the very nature he was the only dog I had to take care of. If I didn’t feed him, or do his water a certain way, he would get sick. And, ultimately, we had to give him up to my cousin and he died a couple of months later. I didn’t weep. I didn’t cry. I simply laid on my couch for an entire day, and wouldn’t move. I was told by my dad to move, but I knew if I moved I would never properly grieve my animal and I would be an emotional mess for a long time.
So… the moral of my story, is that you have to sometimes be ready to accept the fact that the “Fairy Tale” is a story about a character bringing someone fortune. Because if you don’t realize that, you’ll fall into a trap of never actually loving anyone.

 

I had wrote this as a response to someone’s blog. And it’s overwhelmingly true. I had a really deep emotional connection with my mom’s dog. But, when she passed recently, it wasn’t this deep mourning it was for Scruffy. I had strong emotions toward her. Some of the strongest I’d ever felt for an animal. But Scruffy I didn’t have those emotions for, and I loved him more.

I think Americans in general are confused about love. They are preoccupied with the endorphins and hormones of love. They think that is what love is… when, as my mom said, it’s just an emotion. You can have emotions toward anyone. It’s not really love. It’s actually a very selfish thing to call that love because if you’ve felt those emotions, but don’t actually care about the person you’re having emotions for, it’s all it is. Emotions.

That’s my experience anyway. I loved Scruffy. I had feelings for Miley. I loved Miley, too. Of course. I’d take her for walks every time I was over—except for a year or two I decided not to, which I’m ashamed to even say. I thought my brother should take her for walks.

And I saw something overtly nasty on the television. The epitome of emotions without true love.

There are a lot of things I can relate this to, but won’t. I just think the American relationship suffers from a lack of understanding what the relationship is for. Relationships are not for pleasure. They are for survival. And great emotional bonds can develop overtime. But great emotional bonds are ephemera. And when two people “Fall out of love” it’s like saying to a mother or father, or a brother or sister, “I don’t love you.” You wouldn’t do that no matter how annoying or obnoxious they are. Unless you’re really depraved. The same should be treated in marriage. When the feelings go away—and they often do—the best part of the relationship remains. The part that lets you know you have a friend, an ally, a partner, a sibling who you’re not actually related to, and you get to have children with them.

 

The Davadic Archetype

I happened upon Peter Pan while trying to convince a group of youths that it has an objective meaning. And while reading Peter Pan's sequels, I came across something very strange. There was mention of a "David", who was, as the author put it, a Moralist. And of course David and he were always making stories, and perpetually having this exchange of ideas... What was funny was that it could have come out of one of my stories. I've come independently to the "David" theme in my writing, and it's interesting to me that someone else has, too.

So... why do two completely different authors, two authors from different centuries, even, come to the same, prevailing idea? That there is this person named "David" who has a share in our work. And of course, this Author resisted David--- they were his stories, not David's. Who is David? Why do two people come to this very same archetype, latent deep in the subconscious mind?

I had deleted two essays, and I mean to put them both here. There was another phenomena that was quite similar. After reading Seamus Heaney's version of Beowulf, I had written my own version of Beowulf. And, I did what the 9th century author did, I infused Pagan Mythology with Christian Mythology, and then read four cantos of Paradise Lost, and saw, almost eerily, we both we writing the same tradition. His were shape shifting Demons, mine were shape shifting elves using alien technology---both were demonic entities, which, in both, must actually be fought.

So, this is two times the state of fact came, that I was independently coming upon things that other authors have touched upon at different times, in different ways... David being one of them, and of course Paradise Lost's mythology, which lined up perfectly with mine.

So, I believe this is proof of communication. Which, proves that ideas---I'm not sure why this had to be proved, but apparently it does need proved---actually occur beyond that of the most visceral levels. The fact that I could write something like Hail Britannica, come upon this Davidic Archetype, create Elves---and this is all after reading works of literature like Bulfinch's Mythology, Wordsworth, Beowulf, Edith Hamilton's Mythology, Plato, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, a lot of the Bible, literature like Jane Austen or Leo Tolstoy, etc. etc. etc. I came upon independently two ideas independently reached by other authors.

So... there's other things going on here, too, but the real issue is that when I confronted a bunch of young women on Peter Pan's meaning---expressly stated at the first few lines of the novel even---they became disgruntled. They denied that there could be a meaning, and they believed that it was all theory. Right... but how am I communicating ideas I've never entertained independently of having entertained the ideas in their purest form? Simply put, how am I writing about the same things as authors I've never actually read? And that's a question, that no matter what it proves communication. Even the most absurd theory would have to admit there is some kind of communication happening, on a level deeper than the rudimentary one we often associate communication with.

And, foremost, why David? It's interesting that David even comes up in Barrie's writing, and in my own fixed beliefs I had believed there was someone named "David" writing my work. And I realized, at the most rudimentary level, there was. David, in Christian Theology---because you can't use Mythology here---is the Messiah Conqueror. He is the coming Christ. He is the Shepherd. And in Ecclesiastes, it has something here to even say: "The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd."

So, what it proves is wisdom... universal ideas latent in the human psyche even. Jung would call them Archetypes, I'd call it wisdom. Universal ideas prevalent in writing, and David---when you've gotten to be a storyteller---might just be the Gatekeeper of the stories. You write for Christ. And of course, the author here might be resisting that call, which he says "David is a Moralist". He gives a story, which involves a creative memory---and here I begin to outline, that the story written by Barrie here, the Peter Pan sequel, is not canonical to the actual myth of Peter Pan. It's rather, schizophrenic in its delivery, and maybe the reason why is because it didn't get approved by the gatekeeper, David. Maybe when someone builds a life in stories, they begin to see---if it's truly wisdom---a pattern that must be followed, otherwise the story fails and otherwise looks ridiculous. And often I've found this many times.

And we come to the Romantic Poets, often calling themselves prophets, who wrote in styles we'd assume were period. But, I'm writing in this style without having learned it. I don't know how I'm doing it... I really don't actually. I had thought maybe I was plagiarizing, but I had never read anything like Paradise Lost to plagiarize. I did have a dream, once, of Hail Britannica, and it frightened me because I didn't understand what the dream meant. And I had dealt with obscure dreams---which lent to some of my stories---and it's often a wonder to me how this can be the case. Because I don't really recall any kind of reason to have these dreams---there is one obscure memory, and a prayer only to Jesus attached to it---but other than that, there is no reason for me to doubt the dreams' authenticity. So... it's scary to me how this works. But, somehow my stories are communicated to me. And I believe they are given by One Shepherd. If they are truly wise. And that gatekeeper is David, whom we should give the glory to, as in Christ Jesus, Messiah who comes to Conquer. And there is a latent angst in me... it's strange. I don't believe the stories are mine... I believe they are David's. I believe Barrie's stories are also David's, because they are wise. And I think when we rebel against David---or Christ---we tend to lose the authentic ownership of our craft. We begin to question them--- which is often what writers do at some point. I remember Ray Bradbury in an interview saying that he questioned his own words and wordings---maybe because he, in a sense, was trying to wrestle with the ownership of them. Bradbury became a Christian---or rather, always was despite some protest---and I think the ownership of these stories belongs to Christ, like all other things. If we are to be successful, we have to offer the story to Christ, or really anything for that matter.

And the fact that people are coming to these notions independently of me, suggests something rather odd and haunting. That is there are prevailing ideas outside of us, and forces outside of our own comprehension.

Barrie, J. M.. Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens. Project Guttenberg. https://www.gutenberg.org/files/26998/26998-h/26998-h.htm. 2/13/22. Web.