Flat World ramble



Not so very long ago the world was flat.


For all practical purposes,

Beyond cognitive awareness,

There was only a very real end of the Flat World,

A sure falling into terminal mystery.

This folly did not make the human mind less intelligent,

Only less knowledgeable.

Given heath and nurturing,

Levels of intelligence seem quite stable through-out history.


Knowledge rises and falls in eras,

Directed by ever shifting social mores.


Long before that sincere time when the world was flat,

The earth was mathematically proven round.

Few believed it.


Truth died at the stake of a more simple awareness;

The blind faith tradition of faith.




The fundamental human mind transcends race and defines the species.


The body’s versatility and fine motor control are guided by our intelligence,

In a culmination that defines our presence in the physical world.

This trait is common to all life forms.




And so enters Art: The application of the body to express the mind.


The concept of modern art includes wild degradations from the more primitive reality.

In this day, to qualify as art, works must be intrinsically valueless in the physical world of necessity;

This, the common definition of trophy.



The modern artist must incite belief, and establish faith to succeed commercially-

An abstraction immediately surpassing the art object itself,

Thus stripping the creative act of producing of that which is raw expression.


As a result,

Art expression in 2012 is largely a matter of fashion;

The art is largely secondary;

Shotgunned to an excluded public

Whose only way in

Is commerced.


Yet the artist is working now in her kitchen; preserving berries into jam.

Another just discovered how to cut and fit another final piece of some dream-house.


Art is simply the expression of the abstract mind by the body into the physical world.

It is the intimate practice of living in the physical world.

Any refined expression of intent satisfies the definition.

If you are doing anything, you are creating your way.




Fine Art is that which expresses the minds raw intent clearly,

Using refined techniques of production.


The difficulty with art is the culture of the artist;

As defined by contemporary society at large;

A finely tooned image at best,

Which requires restraint of impulse

To satisfy rules of ever repeating trends.



Done well and done badly in variance

With schedules of necessary elusive desire,

Art on demand is doomed to the erosive effects of cultivation.


Still, I know of no one I could find

Not doing art.



Art is the human condition.

We are all artists.

Further designations are a matter of fashion and are thus exclusionary in practice.


Some of our greatest art treasures are simple primitive tools of life.

Stone, clay, wood, metals,

Raw stuff of utility transformed into lasting expression by it’s very nature.




The highest art remains the most base expression of elements.


Until the most primitive methods are mastered,

Technical ability trained has little to express.

Indeed, the growing collection of techniques to master stunts every artist

No matter how flowing the line.


Some rise by falling.

To a lower frequency.




To exercise the mind to it’s maximum potential

Is to enter the world abstracted;

Abstracting reality; for better or for worse.




The road to peace in self

Is slick with snake oil.


The various trials and enrollments offered by society

Extend the road to the event of return

With the requirement of dedicated practice;

Allegiance, and elusive faith that dulls intelligence

With the pledge of belief.


The common icon of the old wise one

Ignores the clarity of the infant mind

Available to us all.


At best, a given discipline for exploration should last no longer than human infancy.

Beyond that;

Lies religion.




Religion is exclusionary by definition.

The only path to acceptance is to abort common tolerance,

Which soon becomes a chip to bear

In this simmering stew of humanity.


We are one world in reality.

Every being is as valid as the next.

In this way; we are all born noble.


Beyond this universal foundation of common truth

Lies the abstraction of ever-shifting social controls.




We are stuck in the cage of language.

Even the best examples we have

Struggle to evolve beyond coffee house anarchy.


There is sound reason to preserve the essential syntax and grammatical structure

That ensure solid building blocks of logic.

Above that ground Eagles fly.




There is nothing to attain but fearlessness.

There is nothing to attain but fearlessness.

There is nothing to attain but fearlessness.






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