WHAT IS ART IS A REPORTING: 1 Million Hits Vimeo -- Tim Barrus
Speaking for myself, the juxtaposition of tragedy and art is a question, not an answer. The homo sapiens have no alternative to death. Art goes right to your throat. No one is forcing you to live. The adolescent suicide rate among boys shot upward like a spike this Christmas. A prophecy. But we are not listening because what we do is shame, and shame gets used by adults to inflict pain. Kids know it. Often, we see that the walls are caving in while we slept, but now we are fully awake. To see it through the xray of who we really are. We lack just about everything you can possibly imagine. We pretend. Especially to our peers. We do not know where these guys are going. Nor can we. Your whole trip belongs to you. Only to you. I want you to be curious about how close they are. Looking for that confirming if autistic moment, and now you have the appropriate boxes in the boxes. The question remains a melting of reciprocity, and reciprocity means more than one. I know this. You cannot know it. A wall of solid ice keeps them somehow aloof yet focused. I know this story far too well.
They pretend to like you, but they kinda of find you annoying. You do not exist. Yet you are crammed into a Cherokee with them, and they are touching in parts they know, and you know, the boundaries and here are some that are getting off on it, until summer ends, and summer's abandonment that has left us lost among mountains, and it's getting dark where massive indifference is the last defense. It's the tenuous antimatter shell game they play in their heads. How is it that one is here because the others were somewhat prescient. They care but they do not know how.
That is just my take, my way. It is only what I see. I am not asking anyone to validate anything. They play what they have written in bars and stars, and trips to Mars. It's a road trip. It is not the first road trip, and it will not be the last either. They have petty arguments, but mainly what they are looking out for is someone who makes the first moves. Life itself is a shockwave. A neck rub is jesus juice to your brain and we will all refrain. From speaking its name. I am here to tell you that the attitude they project takes a lot of energy, and a lot of layers to the manifest This Is Me. When, in fact, This Is Me At Lunch. Is another me. When I get to the bar with my friends, around sixish, this will be another me because I like bars, and pool and it's dangerous, that. I'm warning you, do not play cards with me. You see, there is vibe. A nice vibe. Or a vibe about to lose control. Summer is blue smoke and justice. Just lean up against the wall in this chair is just fine for me, you all. A beer for everyone. I need a new cowboy hat. Suicide is so yesterday. It permeates every corner of an art world of Mammoth hypocrisy. -- Tim Barrus