Exorcisto in Stereo
Fantasy/Reality
Kofi Fosu Forson
What if every potential human being on earth meditated at exactly the same time, to the second…What would happen?
Do we exist in stereo or are we damned? The Police delivered an album called Zenyatta Mondatta in the ever-loving 80’s. That was primarily an existence in stereo complete with reference to Humbert Humbert, from Nabakov’s Lolita.
The mind is radio. We are always in transmission. Ipods are of no ultimate use. One can, if admonished summon a tune from the list of files without mechanical help. A song is playing in the back of your mind. There’s no sign of radio or Ipod.
How else then can the mind exist in stereo? Humans are forever connected psychically. The more we value relationships, the more we imbibe the solitary definitions that inclusively form as bond and universality.
Unfortunately our minds are isolated in this, our current form of intuitiveness. What is immediate is perceived as fear. Why then is love a form of fear and sex adopted in acceptance?
Is the revolution coital or an exorcising of sex? Where then is the moral application? To commit to an act yet refrain from the overall value of our roles as human. The sexual animal is at first intellectual. It knows no such relevance in the current sense of modernity.
In stereo, I live the beauty of the performance artist, Gaynor Evelyn Sweeney. Her multiplicity of natural colors is released as a form of Technicolor and hyperrealism. Her physical self is a fantasy, indeed disposable. As an entity, she is founded in sex as lover. To me, she is an experiment, whether as a muse or fraction of my reality in cyberspace.
If we’re not to exorcise our attempts at beauty and sex, we’ll be committed to the understanding of gender politics as male and female bonded by one element; that of the penial entrance and vaginal reception.
Fantasy/Reality
Kofi Fosu Forson
What if every potential human being on earth meditated at exactly the same time, to the second…What would happen?
Do we exist in stereo or are we damned? The Police delivered an album called Zenyatta Mondatta in the ever-loving 80’s. That was primarily an existence in stereo complete with reference to Humbert Humbert, from Nabakov’s Lolita.
The mind is radio. We are always in transmission. Ipods are of no ultimate use. One can, if admonished summon a tune from the list of files without mechanical help. A song is playing in the back of your mind. There’s no sign of radio or Ipod.
How else then can the mind exist in stereo? Humans are forever connected psychically. The more we value relationships, the more we imbibe the solitary definitions that inclusively form as bond and universality.
Unfortunately our minds are isolated in this, our current form of intuitiveness. What is immediate is perceived as fear. Why then is love a form of fear and sex adopted in acceptance?
Is the revolution coital or an exorcising of sex? Where then is the moral application? To commit to an act yet refrain from the overall value of our roles as human. The sexual animal is at first intellectual. It knows no such relevance in the current sense of modernity.
In stereo, I live the beauty of the performance artist, Gaynor Evelyn Sweeney. Her multiplicity of natural colors is released as a form of Technicolor and hyperrealism. Her physical self is a fantasy, indeed disposable. As an entity, she is founded in sex as lover. To me, she is an experiment, whether as a muse or fraction of my reality in cyberspace.
If we’re not to exorcise our attempts at beauty and sex, we’ll be committed to the understanding of gender politics as male and female bonded by one element; that of the penial entrance and vaginal reception.
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