Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Mission Statement: Shit

There's a lot of shit out there. Good shit. Bad shit. New shit. Old shit. Many would say that society today is filled to the brim with the excesses of an imperial capitalism as it creeps across the globe and even into the most modest of third worlds. Shit.

I love sports. Sports weave a complex fabric between heroic stories of domination and defeat, as well as connecting the worlds of these athletic aces to the common man, becoming a Bildungsroman for an entire society. People pitched on the edge of their seats awaiting outcomes that indicate the emotional investment that an entire association of individuals connected solely by spatial orientation.

Well, that's how it should be anyways. The Dodgers are going to shit because of divorce proceedings.

I love television. Television has become a tapestry that all of society looks on from the loom, its construction the very reflection of our own dreams and ambitions. Not only something as milquetoast as those vague notions, however, but also a vivid imagination that contains within it ever more complex relations between character, situations and genre.

But then again the only shit I have on my DVR is COPS and PTI.

I love music. Music can connect unknowing strangers into bonds of pure joy, lifting listeners into abstract ecstasies that bring about unique forms of mental and physical transformation. Entire cultures have formed and died around not only specific genres, but specific artists. The emotional resonance of music is something that can be found nowhere else.

However, Katy Perry's musical career exists. Shit.

All of this stuff is shit, what some would call the excesses of a far too culturally productive society. I however, take what I consider a much more enlightened look at all this shit. I will sift through it, finding the best and worst the world has to offer in the form of cultural output, be it through whichever media strikes the hot iron of my taste or distaste.

You're all knee-deep in shit too, so you might as well grab a handful and start flingin'.

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