Reasoning with Madness
"This is a barbaric yawp, and it will be sounded over the roofs of the world."
4/23/2014 0 Comments
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you...I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."
It's the 21st century, and ever since the digits flipped over into 2000, it seems we've gone insane. We've got wars, inequality, climate change, polarized hatred, genetically modified food, drones bombing the fuck out of people, the near extinction of the polar bear, (THE POLAR BEAR!!!) police state brutality in our own country, dubstep, corruption, greed and the NSA, a Big Brother government spying program that's come off the rails so bad it makes George Orwell's 1984 look like a kindergartner's birthday party. And the insanity...the pure...unadulterated insanity...of life as we know it on this planet...has reached a fever pitch that's so powerful it could easily do us in entirely,
And everyone's watching, on the edge of the abyss, all peering in and wondering where it will take us. We never speak our minds. Most of us don't even give a fuck. Our apathy reeks like a ten pound diaper. We are afraid of everything and we can barely communicate with each other despite the vast advancement of technology.
There is darkness and chaos in every direction and a never ending feeling that something...is wrong.
So here we are. At the edge of the abyss, peering in like it's another car wreck. A cosmic car wreck.
And with that, a glimmer of hope exists. In the ideas we share. In the words we stand behind. We could use a few more truthtellers, rather than PR machines. We could use a little more compassion than anger. We could use love over hate, hapiness over misery, hope over despair. Reasoning over madness. Although, at times, madness might feel stronger. Reasoning tends to win in the end, after all the smoke clears.
Maybe the words I share here will matter, maybe they are digital dust in a digital wind. But either way, they will be written. Shared or cast aside. This will be also be a dumping ground of sorts for some of the finer pieces I've whipped up. I spent the majority of my "career" working in the music industry, in radio, and I've seen quite a lot. I've been backstage, on the stage, on the tour bus, in the background, making things happen, seeing the way things happen. My true passion has always been and probably always will be music. No doubt, I'll write about that frequently. But the reason I started this site is because I want to be able to write about other things as well. And that's what you'll find here.
Pure Gonzo Journalism. Interviews. Reviews. Columns. Poetry. Short fiction. Short nonfiction. Whatever. Perhaps it will evolve, perhaps it will die.
But either way, here we are now. Entertain us.
Reasoning With Madness. Something that might be impossible to do. But it will be fun trying. No holds barred. No pulled punches. In the words of Walt Whitman...this is a barbaric yawp, and it will be sounded over the roofs of the world.
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