Monday, October 11, 2010

Every City and further

The world is comprised of archetypes, usually better seen on small islands or communities. But even within the major cities of the world, people are all the same which in turn makes the cities all the same.


New York, Miami, San Francisco, Paris, London, Athens, Helsinki and all the rest, they are nearly, minus a few cultural aspects, exactly the same. You have areas where the "cool" people are, you have areas where the poor people are, you have areas of rich people you have areas of people walking around in suits all day and areas that we all visit and might be defined as the heart of the city.

People are all the same, no language, color or culture separates us, just our minds.

In life you choose to either live truths or to deceive yourself as well as others by playing, perpetuating or participating in the activities of maintaining active spiritual and conscious sleep.

We follow patterns so easily, so comfortably, we think our paths are made righteous by monetary, egotistical or material affirmations. We are born with these values already in place, it is seen as the cogs that make the world turn, to obtain the things we think will make our lives fulfilled and our souls satisfied. We are already denied what is in our human spirit, to bond to nature, to feel the Earth, to breathe its air and drink its water. Everything has been trapped and contained. We drink water from purchased bottles made of petroleum, we through our food waste into petroleum made bags and pile them on barges, on land, in the sea, we are brought into an illogical world detached from nature.

We all feel it in our bones, in our veins, but we all do nothing. The world has severed community, there are no more people uprising against the things they do not wish to live any more, we are detached from ourselves and have no grounding.

We never make the changes necessary until great tragedy.

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Thursday, September 30, 2010

America

America,

You vile sterile land of repressed grazing cattle.
Vomited asphalt everywhere.
Postmodern Lego land.
Primitive inhabitants,
Suburban sprawl.

America, you prostitute.
You economic whore,
Spreading your disease around the world.
You lie, you propagate and steal.

Our Mothers eat fast food,
Our babies, genetically modified, processed:
High fructose corn syrup pumps our hearts,
Then coagulates in the Earth.

Mortgaged my brain for a habitual life.
No engagement required, whew...!




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Monday, August 16, 2010

Ecological Bus Project

We are touring in our bus, check out my bus blog www.ecologicalbusproject.blogspot.com

or see my new non-profit organization and our project at www.artofculturalevolution.org

I'll be writing more posts here in the next coming months.

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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Internet-less Wonder World

I have been thoroughly enjoying a technology free existence in which my productivity and joy have increased a hundred fold.


The Spring has been beautiful and fertile. There are exotic flowers and plants surprising me every where in our jungle.

The bus is nearing completion and soon we will be traveling full time.

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Failed Optimism: soon published

A preview of the soon published book of suburban photographs

Failed Optimism, American Suburbs today:

A collection of photographs by Blair Butterfield.

The streets are silent, the sidewalks are covered with grass like archeological finds. Cars are parked like armored machinery in front of the houses. Anyone who you might encounter outside is guarded with a fierce stare and uneasy fear.

The architecture is contrary: with friendly decorative concrete designs, patterns, bright colors, awnings and a backdrop of a surreally blue Florida sky.

We imagine the first inhabitants of these places:

Dick and Jane seeing Spot run. Dishwasher day dreamers.

They were a generation that had complete faith in a system that has lead us to the road we are all so desperately trying to diverge from as it crumbles beneath our feet. To untangle the international web it wove and is still weaving would require the same propaganda techniques employed to deceive us in the beginning.

Post war Men, like the Bowerbird, constructed homes designed to keep their wives and raise their children while they were away working in the inner city. What they were working on, would eventually lead this “nuclear family” to become fractured. With industrialization came mass production and soon mother and wife were separated from the home, as she had graduated in society, and was now deemed: capable of work outside the home.

Appliances, canned food, frozen dinners, baby formula anything that would synthesize in exchange for time, was the new home life. Children raised by others as Mother brought home a second income. Not only did this raise the cost of living as families now had combined incomes, it separated women from the natural bonding that a child needs in the early years of life. Many agree that this creates an imbalance in an individual which primes them for a life of consuming to achieve illusionary emotional fulfillment and happiness.

Consumption became a lifestyle. Appliances were sold as futuristic and revolutionary. It started a phenomena of consuming products as identity. Product mythologies entered every home through advertising: TV, radio, print, even the waste from the product advertises itself as it enters its last stage of life as: trash. Consumer ideology saturates the media across the globe and is devouring our civilization like the plague. In consumer society enough is never enough. There is a longing for more and better: a need that is never satiated.

Micro[Pollen]tin: Like bees in a corporate hive. Better then suburbia, a corporate town and its own metropolitan:

The idea of suburban neighborhoods spawned a phenomena of ideal living propaganda. In reality the idea is simply a ploy for corporations to house and feed their workers. Like the old mining towns of the past. Where miners would work for room, board and coupons that were only exchangeable for goods at company stores, which usually charged higher prices than regular retailers. It is a little less obvious in more modern living situations as seen in micropolitans. For instance, Plano Texas. This little place was nearly a ghost town before ten major American corporations decided to buy it all up and put their corporate headquarters in its center. Outside of its center they have contracted developers to build popular franchised restaurants, a plethora of themed shopping , a cinema and two different lifestyle living situations. One is the popular suburban dream of a house, a yard, a garage and the other is a more city style apartment living just outside of the shopping and eating place. Little do most employees of the corporations know that after they get their salary from Frito-Lay and go spend it at the Plano cinema or Plano grocery store, that they are in fact just returning the money to Frito-Lay or Bank of America. (These names are used for example, but they are in fact a part of this micropolitan of Plano Texas.) It is like herding technique that involves deep rooted psychology of the fragile emotions of the human mind and the disgusting greed of money and ego.

It is ironic that the idea behind suburbia, the ideas of protecting, nurturing and connecting with a community, has become the very utility that has separated community and facilitated an isolated, competitive consumer lifestyle.

These photographs seek to capture the reminisce of these homes and ideas. Perhaps all of these neighborhoods will be replaced with duplexes, tower blocks and paved parking lots. They are apart of or cultural archaeology and provide great insight into our current civilization and perhaps could offer us a perspective to look into our future.







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Monday, January 25, 2010

inter-thought

Moments forgotten, a documentation of all things passed through my mind in hopes of a profound interesting thought? To pass beyond the physical now and to really engage. How does one feel, not in his body but as a part. We are all being buried alive, quickly and seemingly slowly. So many distractions. Bright lights like sharp laser beams coming through my eyes piercing my brain. A cold species of metals is a parasite that lives upon us. Slowly it works its way into our everyday, in our hands, in our ears, in our mouths, under our skin, soon in our brain. They sterilise us and give us cancer. We become more inert than we already are. Are our brains trying to escape the physicality of the body? The brain is an organism more powerful than any other force. It alone controls the entire body physically, psychologically, sub-consciously and we still do not understand it entirely. Even after death it continues to operate for 37 hours. Are we separate from it or is it who we think of as “me”. That moment of where did I put my keys and you stand in the middle of the room and your head moves unconsciously to a particular spot as you gaze blankly. Around and around the room you looked, but there they are as your eyes focus. As though your subconscious knew all along.

The internet is one of the most cerebral activities. Anything your mind ever wonders, instantly satisfied with many sources, images, videos, and a multitude of opinions. Learn anything, be an expert at everything, but again our bodies are forgotten and inertia kicks in like rigor mortis. Especially with a taste of western globalisation in everybody’s mouths. A life style of quick, easy, fast, in my car, there and back with as little effort as possible upon the physical body. Meanwhile the media has a frenzy documenting the illnesses of the culture it perpetuates. A viscous cycle of distractions. One is unable to write anything anymore, unless the writing its self is in the cycle and provides a distraction. People want to be distracted. They need it, the World wishes to be decieved, so it shall be.

Mundus vult decipi, otherwise fear would overcome. The social climate of today is an elaborate patchwork of neurosisneuroses. And this is the attribute of a society where everyone is forced to compete in a multitude of levels. It created the cycle and allows it to grow bigger and bigger, there are no limits. The fear is diminished by a forced acceptance and the forced acceptance is compensated for by consumption. Allowing the person to feel that they gained and that they need to gain more. And the media is 100% responsible for this and its reinforcement, so much so that it provides a selection of reinforcement like a box of sweets. Are you this sweet or that one, whichever one, it’s all the same. And this accounts for the majority of neurosis. The other stems from this being the most claustrophobic society ever. Everyone in their cars, boats, airplanes, the inescapable and relentless advertising. We can not move freely anywhere. Everything is owned and yet nothing truly is. When all of this construction falls and human beings are stripped of these puerile and infantile excesses their money will mean nothing. Its absurdity will be revealed as well as the overall problem. It is unfortunate that we have played this game too long to change it now and the few that try are just pushed to the side by the majority. It would take millions to behave radically and none, at no fault of their own are willing to sacrifice the comfort or potentially the survival of those that they love.

On the other side there is the self. An absolute reason for being, may not to be to change the world and who is one to do so. But they have, and I’m not happy in what they have created. So, I write and make things as an artist only to have them criticise in the light of capital and all of the above. What is there to receive pleasure from, if I identify with few and enjoy only a few of the things left. The land is going, the boundaries put high and I’m forced to be put in a limited function. Where am I to find hope and inspiration except in my discontent?

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