Poetry Doesn't Want Anything Except the Death of Everything We Love

New dream in my dreamjournal.

Considering the many ways of being here, with friends, in the world; of being here, period; of be-ing.

Ted asked me what my most abnormal belief was. I was talking about how artists, through their art, express sentiments, beliefs and experiences far from ordinary, things that were they expressed in daily conversation would elict strange looks and gossip; in the workplace or other professional environment these expressions would be simply unacceptable. Art is the only sanctioned venue for extreme oddness. Ted suggested making art on that very subject, but I see that as very much done. If art is created to address the issu, as it has been, that art is immediately permissible again. The viewer will not and cannot grasp the subject matter except in the forum of art. An understanding that goes beyond that would require a paradigm shift in the viewer. This is, to me, similar to the way most people understand being transgender.

Many people will profess to support transgender people, will feel like allies, will be angered by any perceived affront coming from others, and will be as kind and as lacking in judgment as can be. Yet they will continue to see an FTM as a woman and (less often) an MTF as a man, and see genderqueer or third-gendered people as their birth sex, too. Their understanding remains solidly in the original paradigm, just as someone who doesn't allow what they understand from 'art' to truly cross into everyday life, even if that is the point of the art in question.

The paradigm shift needed in the transgender arena is to refuse to see the body as empirical evidence; that is, the body becomes secondary to something more incorporeal. It is much more common to nearly make this paradigm shift. Even if the idea of physical reality being secondary to something else is apprehended conceptually, it is still apprehended within a conventional sphere; thus it remains a concept.

It would follow that anything one could write or speak or paint, etc., is already nullified by virtue of its medium.

The end purpose of art is our liberation [the destruction of everything we hold dear or sacred.]