So my good friend Dax suggested I start the second Starkindler chronicles. I told him I didn’t have a muse. Or amuse. It’s not funny.
So I’m now in
I believe that the world is divided into two sorts of people – exhibitionists and voyeurs. We are all, to varying degrees, exhibit both characteristics, but one more than another. And there’s the rub, for in today’s world of ultra-voyeuristic Warholism, the demand of exhibitionists has gone off the charts. Which gives opportunity to the millions out there to differentiate themselves, earn their place in the sun, on television and, hopefully, in the annals of history.
They’re close; their very much in the anals of history all right. Because though one has been exposed to their exposers for many a moon now, one never gets over the desire to bare it all to the public. It is a mad race to the screens, a scramble to be seen, heard, loved, hated – anything but ignored. It’s a result of the ennui that has followed our explosion into the consciousness of the world and each other. From public exhibitionism like reality shows and the like to private exposition like blogs and social networking, it’s a glut of people, a smorgasbord of personalities, behaviour and raves and rants. People are everywhere, and no man, indeed, is an island any more.
'no man, indeed, is an island any more' ...a giving in of sorts here uh?
ReplyDeleteGreat to see you back though.
nightwing is back i see. well, your absolutely popular blog in Greece is titularly radio-unfriendly so build lotsa linx. Sell motorcycle art for me, while you are out there, will you?
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Nothing is as unreal as reality (tv/sic). Chewing gum past aside.
we should call it the Social Warhol 2.0 or sum such virus. Its been two and a half years since i stopped watching TV. the ennui of Big Boss the first and their long oft repeated sequences of a boring house might have done it to me. but am glad I am not exposed to any such blatant arsholism, telly has descended to.
At this state, with minimal commercial messages aimed at my cranium and suitably de toxed from suchlike, i think it takes all sorts to 'SELL' and keep selling a world.
The perceptual evolution of indian telly has come a long way from the almost recently viringal Garden saree elegant maid draped on a swing, to peeking up under Sharon's thirty foot high skirt in the Asiad to the current exploration of 'dirty sex' and gossip. The market is running media through the gamut and sometimes it's hard to understand who's leading whom in the game for grimy eyeballs.
Finally, dear starkindler, do not forget that people are everywhere but enthusiasts are rare and now we can connect!