Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Urban Conscientia
Socio-Politics & Psycho-Sexual Anomalies

Kofi Fosu Forson

The value of any city isn’t measured by death. It’s the rebirth.

Life in an urban setting when internalized results in a combination of vehemence stemming from a sexual and violent nature. The constant creed is to push and shove. Such is the conduct that breeds city life.

Given abnormal conditions in each individual, one is left to associate or disassociate themselves within the realms of psychiatry, medication, recreational drugs and sex. Every person has their drug of choice from nicotine to chocolate.

A combination of all these circumstances would be the closest attempt at reaching a conscientia, from “fingering the chocolate”---manipulating the clitoris while eating chocolate to snorting cocaine in order to maintain a pivotal erection. They are the vainest understanding of conscientiousness.

What governs the output and understanding of ones awakening? For most it’s achieved with an orgasmic high. Let it be known that the creative process was borne out of sex. Writing a manuscript if carefully guided brings about a certain high similar to falling in love. Much can be said about painting or eating choice cuisine.

Meditation, yoga, prayer or any form of self-awareness warrants a means of concentrating on breath, existence and our purpose in life. These are present forms which pertain to conscientiousness found in most urban settings. However the body in physical motion as in the pragmatic sense of living or physical training are the closest most people come to achieving centeredness.

Socio-politics within a city borders wealth, class and race. It is sublimated by education, sophistication and physical beauty.

Given the Upper and Lower class, the Middle Class is forced to comprehend what is beauty and financial wealth? A topsy-turvy equation is drawn by those who fathom a life for themselves better than their very own. The Lower Class in terms of acceptance manipulate and redeem themselves within the notion of poverty. The Upper Class seemingly make do in irony and complacency.

The psycho-sexual elevates ones conscience above the parameters of functionability. This takes on the notion of gay men masturbating in public…a heterosexual couple doing the same, a black couple fucking in a housing project…a middle-age white woman being penetrated vaginally and anally by two men.

When the female bends over and spreads open her anus and vagina is this a conspiracy? By what means does she hope to surrender arms with hopes of gaining redemption? Is this a projection of animosity or furor? Am I then as male to consider the task or absolve from conquest?

What definition does a white woman purport in a black man’s ten inch protruding musculature? Does it then become a matter of particulars as in body politics and not the restraint in love, talent and intellect? Is a man who commands all portions then to be considered a perfect man?

Do we know what women want? Do women know what men want? It is understandable that women feel with “pussy” (and not vagina or uterus) they can control a portion of the male ego?

But in manifesting from the notion of fucking (and not sex, making love or coitus) a modern male can uplift whatever notion of the sexual ego is concerned into a conscious space made apparent by the vision of Love having to do with the infinite and eternal.

The equation of love which merits sophistication, contentment and conscientiousness is attainable. But the editing factor of death is the cause for malevolence, sadomasochism, and extreme sex.

Love and sex is driven by a new language most of which belittlingly stems from internet pornography. Understandably it is removed from day to day commonality as it once was but overtly it seeps through every form of arts and entertainment.

The middle ground is attainable. To manifest we need provocative individuals. There are very few. So we continue to spin on the mighty theory of love, light and sound. How do we manage the emotional temperature within sexuality? Is it in fact supposed to border neutrality or perversion?

The greatest works of art are at once caught in turmoil and surrender to a state of bliss. Condemned to a city one must balance its nuances. New York provides the necessitated mood and horror in every breath. As in the fervency of every modern city one must complete each day as if it were a composition.

This is achieved through the mind’s eye. That is to say the greatest joy is more than seen. It is felt. City life is never a cause for numbness. Somehow we’ve fallen for a redundant cycle where there’s no means for what would be deemed an urban conscientia…

Evolution, Baby! Manifest, My Darling…

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