The frustrations of hearing words, trumpetings of numbers within the island of illusion inhabited by political heads is nowhere better illustrated than Biden/Trump. Each consumed by a self-deception conceived of planning and order. The illusion of a sterile order convinced by numbers, versus the primitive reality of dirt and disorder. Words at the call of a primitive reality of rhythm and rhyme expanding with cosmic urge and psychic power.
It seems we living the american dream
But the people highest up got the lowest self esteem
The prettiest people do the ugliest things
For the road to riches and diamond rings
We shine because they hate us, floss cause they degrade us
We trying to buy back our 40 acres
And for that paper, look how low we a'stoop
Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coop/coupe
ALL FALLS DOWN (Kanye West feat Lauryn Hill)
The idea that society can just happen would never occur to a political head steeped in false optimism. When things happen the independent spirit is free to soar, and this is the story of Man, cities and societies. Societies that happen and decline; decline is part of the nature of societies since from decline comes revival (Detroit).
Societies that happen are composed of a fiery breed since they are not so much governed as laissez-faire. If something happens – as opposed to planned – it has a natural strength born of collapsing earthworks. That is to say, the lifecycle is forged in the sediments surrounding the habitation. The fetid swamps that harbour wealth of life and death.
These concepts can be found in comic art. The sequel to Red Nails HB118 HB114 where Conan and Valeria trail through fetid and pungent caverns underneath Xuchotl. The collapsing caverns, like images from some Noto-esque situation, breed ferocious strength, rancid stench and colors of ochre.
Politicians are unconcerned unplanned events of growth and decay, yet without these events can come no revival and strength. The sort of weakness of illusory wealth is caught in West’s lyrics.
A 40acre holding has a psyche and moral and physical reality that no material good has. A society of words is unreal because words are not physical things. Words exist in modern societies in a rational space that does not exist. Realism in natural terms is also abstract, in the sense of having balance and proportion. Natural objects appear real because of an underlying abstraction.
A primitive physical society is rough and inclined to decline, rising from the ashes. Decline is part of strength just as abstraction underlies realism. The aesthetic appeal of decline was caiuht by French comics artist Nicole Claveloux in the 70s
The ennui of dreamlike mansions where the psyche burns in midnight oil. Much the same strength is seen in Weird Tales
Or Artemisia Gentileschi
Artists depict from their own visions the psyche that pervades the physical. If that is realism, it has an underlying simplicity. Kirby’s depictions of futuristic societies are more true to that historical vision.
The abstract behind things is a sure sign of strength. Kanye West’s rap lyrics are not designed to further a numerical/monetary creed, they are subtly implying something is rotten in the system.
Subtlety takes the form of rhyme and rhythm (as with Byron), words at the call of a primitive reality, not at the beck-and-call of illusory numbers. Numbers that words elucidate, convincing the gullible ego. The result is the expressive algorithm and stories that are barren, that cannot rise from the strength of the earth and blood (the hunt), the feminine mystique of the moon.
SURRENDER DUB (Ari Up)
