BlaBla is an impressionistic movement with self-directing capacity from every individual that asks for an energetic flow of seemingly random, but complementary and conflicting messages that stick and fanatically drill through thick layers of thoughts, that all act like a broken record.
Again another Art Movement, again a couple of artists, whom as free minded creatives would tell you how their work should be interpreted? Again a page full of letters that say nothing, lost words in endless sentences? A slip of text, which in every sort of tone, in every kind of light, perspective or context in the end is not a lot more than BlaBla into outerspace?
Well? Or even stronger, this BlaBla purified, into oh soo important blehbleh. Definitely more attractive than the notion of authenticity equalling DNA plus experience, that all of man are magnets of trauma from being crisp babies onwards. How much time/energy do you spend on the trivial and tasteless, on the hippest crazy norms for belonging to something you’re not? Well? Do you think we care?
Missed that dead cat! Here under your eyes develops the space to express BlaBla that will spare nothing or no-one. Through the lens of BlaBla a chance to mirror is offered for own interpretation, translation, verbalisation, of/or whatever.. Fill in, or spill out all your own BlaBla. As long as you let me have mine! NoNoNOOH. Where does it come from? Where does it end? With enlightment? Or after ¾ bottle of the finest Scotch? Instant gratification is a blessing I guess. But how about tomorrow morning, let alone next week?
Instant gratification coupled to this next day of doom, December 21st, 2012 for the apocalypse for example grows a pretty one-track/sick/chopped up/departed/ decapitated and with that fashionable and important influence on the masses. Carpe Diem as the cover for it won’t make a difference whatever we do. As a result of people saying “That’s where you belong!” you hear…Belong, is that past belittle?
Mindset coupled to the financial crisis and the climate change and massive greed and the hunger, individualization through a whole heap of possible trauma’s that make us unique and lucky, if we’re lucky… and graving for mindcontrol, mindfullness still more for recognition and understanding, and love and warmth, eye for beauty joy creativity and peace.
Let’s turn BlaBla into Art, and Art into BlaBla. Create that space to fill it to the brim with your own specific kinds of BlaBla, which based on my judgements, will be as confronting as a bulldozer. But that’s just my perspective, as valuable and acceptable on my microlevel, and at the same time as meaningless as yours.
BlaBla is no movement with a long, solid and meaningful manifesto. Standing with both feet firmly placed on the filthy and tricky, socially slippery surface of modern societies, pointing to… Mechanisms that pull, powerfully wipe one into directions that are known to the self but for which pride has long since vanished.. Because? These tempting areas are in essence so massively unimportant, bigger, brighter, but surely more prominently placed in the pick-order of man’s attention span but simultaneously distanced so far from what really matters.
Masses of huge heaps of minor worries clog what has become known as highways to the BlaBla free enlightened state, towards totally accepting one’s true self and to knowing what matters most on every moment. When we want, or rather stop wanting to control, we do, deep down but clearly still, just by breathing… Full focus on filtering the BlaBla in the right now here, means surviving these nowaday common dynamic storms of impressions, bombarded out over man’s senses. Very loud and extremely close. Tailored for impact, strongly distracting from what is true and real.
Getting rid of the BlaBla requires discipline and skill mastered as a new fundamental form of art. The art of living. Butt…Mighty Fat… BlaBla is never rigidly shaped, cannot be boxed in. As a movement BlaBla won’t let itself be cornered. By rule the process of finding a common denominator will take an eternity, until death for sure. BlaBla is an invitation, merely a challenge offered, presenting itself as a cultural movement that always gets specific shape, and content through you in a context, when you want it.
BlaBla sharpens the fundamentals of the judgemental faculty, your filters for keeping out the unimportant, unnecessary worries, only to reach the question as to what worries are necessary… It is a way to intensify seeing what is real. It is a process of continuous redefinition of what BlaBla is… The thought can be embraced or abandoned, but most if not all of your life exists relative to BlaBla in actuality.
Why not grap the most pressing BlaBla? Holding it up, confronting oneself and others! Look at it up close and personal, listen to it, smell it, taste it, if you dare. It is for each and everyone to decide whether the bloody divorce of this fallen soap star or the smelly garbage can of your curiously poodle-ed neighbour, is more important than this genuine outcry for authenticity. Do you have some ugly fat of the good old BlaBla in your sights? Are you able to distil the core? Of what really matters? Do you feel it, recognize it, value and build on it? Or is this all BlaBla to you?