Is it yet possible to evacuate the human body and declare oneself officially of the Internet? To perhaps throw off the fleshy shackles that artists hold clutching to their itchy bones in exchange for a placement amidst electrons and digital trash cans? I’m always looking for the entry point, where fantasy crosses the line. Some lines of thought put heavy emphasis on the role of the collective unconscious in the burgeoning Internet society. I’ve written about this subject at least a thousand times now, perhaps have always through many karmic reincarnations sought the complicated simplicity of the light bulb going out/always staying on – eternity (in search of…)
I’m not just talking about music. If that’s all I’d concentrate on, if that’s all I did I would feel a sad shame. Just the same if I wound up just writing all the time, or sitting behind an office desk job, or just making movies, or just skidding my knees on the ground, being dragged by twenty-ton tired, old horsie named Pete. One singular occupation is not enough any more, and the Internet encourages this.
In a poem I wrote more than a year ago I pondered over some things I’d heard… a) there is a Catholic sect of Nuns who (humorously, but not without conviction) think that when we die we become, forever our web page. And since my particular vision of death, if that ever happens (which I believe it does, as well as reincarnation, maybe there’s some type of waiting pool or whatever) is in a sense the collective unconscious – I began pondering more and more-well, then shouldn’t well all have web pages to ensure a good life after death?
And that got me thinking. DEATH = WEB PAGE. DEATH = COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS. COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS = WEB PAGE. What web pages/collective unconscious images have people created? The kicker: I love finding old TV show web pages, like Laverne and Shirley. That’s the collective unconscious right there, when you can just pull the theme song out of your butt you know, and it becomes something really profound.
Nothing’s going to turn us back now, straight ahead and on the track
now-we’re gonna make our dreams come true – doin’ it our way.
And I’m coming to some sort of conclusion here, though not a
conclusion on life mind you-because I don’t sponsor such thinking. Value everything that is your artistic production on this giant web. It could be everything (and it could be nothing) – make yourself an archetype – don’t let yourself just fall into the trap of being an easily identifiable something else. Make yourself you-do better than that-make yourself more than you. We can be anything and we can be nothing, the choice is in presentation. I’m not quite there yet, but I’m making my way.
I’m scratching my head, and looking concerned… (believe me, I am.) The collective unconscious is everywhere… (believe me, I am.)