Her adopted mother and father passed on when she was at the ripe age of
14, and her only brother likes to drink. They don’t talk to each other much.
I have a virgin epileptic younger brother who hates his mother
and they rarely talk. 18 and young, he is lucky to be in college with me.
When I was 11 (he 9), our parents split up in less-than-stellar manner.
They never loved each other. They were never really friends.
How they made it 11 years, I’ll never know.
My mother drove to drink,
like her grade-A Irish father.
She never wanted us around. We were preventing her from living her life.
We were in the way of her true happiness.
My father, true to the world of opposites, drove to complete denial of life.
Turn to me at age 13, a bag of nerves, fending off an alcoholic, abusive ex-cop
step-dad. Egg-shells I have surely walked on. Nights I have pleaded for his demise.
God is alive to me only as an angel of death, sewing static cancer for those who live too hard.
I watched him cough up the dark blood from his cancerous lungs, callously. All the while I’m whispering “yes, yes, the infinite has accomplished much.” He stumbled about my house, all sweatpants, beer-gut swelling, with an aqua-blue morphine bag, yelling at my mother:
"Don’t make my death as bad as my life!"
He died shortly thereafter. All I could think about was how boring the funeral was.
and I accepted karma into my heart. I knew the infinite washed away the wicked.
I accepted the good with the bad. I began to truly grow. Or regress.
First off, my generation knows we are all in such a rush, typing out the word ‘you’ is too cumbersome. Why other past generations didn’t get this fact, I’ll never begin to understand. So what’s it like to be coming of age (around 19-21 yrs old) in the year 2011?
Everything is a muddled creation of semi-distinguishing tastes. Technology has cheapened the labor cost on most everything, art is ubiquitous, and ubiquity begets boredom. Its so very easy to create graphics or photo creations with stuff like photoshop. Grids on lines, lines on computers, computers on apple= half-assed ‘digital’ art. Or maybe you’re a musician who prefers his premium version of fruity loops over all your analog stuff? There’s too much MIDI going on here.
When I say ‘art is ubiquitous’ I mean everyone pretty much has the ability to sound off their opinions at any given time, thanks to the rise of the internet and social media sites like Tumblr and Facebook (amongst others). Because of this, it seems artists themselves are pushed to continually update, create, and mutate along with the speed of the internet culture. Maybe the fact that artists are continually evolving to produce works quicker and quicker is a good thing, as it forces the best to be better, but then locks out everyone else. The problem is that the speed of today’s world just seems daunting to many a creative soul, and with the resounding amount of voices echoing in the pot, one who only calls every so often is bound to be ignored.
When it comes to niches, there are more than Darwin could ever give his pathetic finches. There is something for every taste, ever obsession, every fetish (Face-sitting anyone??), everything. All the time. There is no longer any need to resort to mass culture such as cable TV or national magazines. The Nation is liberal, so why should I have to read through other people’s idiot semi-conservative opinions in an issue of Time (no matter how thought out they are)? This ability to instantly connect with people that share opinions and interest must truly give many people their lives. We all know online gamers begin to forge virtual friendships, and internet dating is as big as ever. But because we as a people can instantly find people and opinions that reflect us, we truly miss a lot of dissent in the world. Less and less often, we are forced to defend and reflect upon our own world views and values, and this is truly a dangerous aspect of growing up in this time.
Besides that, this ‘Generation Y’ has to deal with a vast media storm, being broadcast so much, its almost ground into our damn teeth. We have been playing video games since birth, and there are studies abound about the effects violent images have on children in the long term. In truth, our generation has certainly had the ability to absorb more violent images and acts than any other previous generation before it. The constant kisses of decapitation on prime-time TV, disgusting internet videos, and mind-scarring video games are just some of the images my generation was forced to reconcile with. No one will really know what kind of psychological effect this vast net of media violence will have on our generation as we age, and eventually raise kids. Yes, other generations have dealt with violence, some of it worse than ours, but none other has had the capability to witness such extreme acts 24/7, 365. What kind monsters could we be turning into?
Our dreams are of icons on TV and the computer screen, the pointless celebrities that flaunt being pointless, and end up making money off it. Our gods are advertising icons, and we all want to be cool, as according to some slick marketing definition. Realistic icons of people such as our parents and neighbors are quickly being replaced by international celebrities. There seems to be less local culture now than there ever was, no more local heroes or town weirdos. That age is certainly over. But is it better that now the town drunkard is up on Youtube for everyone to see and laugh at?
So I’ll just fess up: The absolute crazies rule the media, and yes, it’s because of us. Let me explain:
We’re sorry America. It’s just that our insatiable appetite for insanity reached new heights with the internet. See youtube has everything we have ever wanted to see, ever. For free. Wanna see a documentary about how 9/11 was an inside job? or a riot where an old lady gets whacked with a crow-bar? From pointless online blogs of people talking about their every day wanderings, to the absolutely insane…. its all up there on the web. And who wouldn’t want to watch grandma take a knock to the teeth, just to see if they wouldn’t plop out on the ground in a spewing of spit?? Its free… its anonymous… its too good to pass up really. So we watch it. And the crazies become our obsession. They make the best entertainment, why else would artists happen to be insane (usually) as well as creative?
This translates into the greater ‘mass media’ culture that our parents and grandparents enjoy by way of TV/cable. Whilst we chug along on our computers, they absorb the overflow of internet culture being broadcast on the TV to them, or in other forms of media surely. So the crazies we all know and love are now ruling the airwaves, because we, anonymously and for free, watched a youtube video. Video gets 10 or 20 million views, and boom! we got a new marketable thing here. The problem is that our generation and our culture DO NOT TAKE THE INTERNET SERIOUSLY.
You can not truly judge if someone really cares about anything on the internet. It (in the end) is not real-life. Because people can enjoy so much media in such a short amount of time, anonymously and usually for free, how can one really tell if the viewer truly cares about what they are watching, or listening to? It’s really so easy and cheap to absorb art and media, that there is no alliance, no way to judge if these people are even successful, or simply being mocked by our generation. My cousin once argued for a full hour with my brother about how “Friday” by Jessica Black was legit loved by our generation, and truly represented us as well. What he clearly missed was the fact that EVERYONE THINKS ITS HILARIOUSLY TERRIBLE. And so we watch it. Its fucking awful. Then it gets like 3000 million views and everyone is laughing. Stupid companies think its actually a hit, or we actually like it.
Nothing is more funny to me than CNN and other news outlets and their blatant attempt to appeal to our generation via social media. Tweet Don Lemon? No thanks. I don’t fucking care about your bland reporting on the current crisis in Libya. Obviously citizen journalism is getting bigger, but someone needs to tell the execs to chill with the participation. Can the journalists at least do some of the work for us? And I know its not personally the journalists. News is now a business, which is a whole different tragedy. Somebody needs to tell the fat-cat business types in this world (Known as the baby-boomer generation) to stop converting everything on the internet into a source of revenue. I know that’s how the world works, but I’m an idiot optimist, and really hope the internet can change things in this world.
The Hippies just turned into the same people they hated back in the day. Its the endless cycle, and we can’t really prevent such a thing from re-occurring. But we can stall for as long as possible. After all, the world fucking runs on procrastination.
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Whisper thin white,
My steps rest coldly on her lavish
Pink kitchen tiles.
Twisted collagen my feet are; vacant surely.
Just…little there to speak of.
Full of glossy silence, the room was justice enough.
I paint well. Name him as suspect; guilty as charged.
There are oh so many uses for it. Reduce, reuse, and recycle. Reduce ,reuse, and recycle. Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. Reduce.