(MY PRISON BREAK) I must concede that writing
PRISM and my recently published book
PRISON: TORMENTED BY THE REFRAIN, The Premeditated Manipulation of the Conventional Mind have been liberating exercises in escaping from the restrained confinement of 'rational thinking'; a form of mutating cognizance that is 'all the rage' in our current 'group think' Cosmopolitan Universe of timid philosophical acquiescence and perceptual conformity.
Inevitably, this insidious soul-numbing wretched social paradigm wears on us, whether we consciously acknowledge it or not.
"Oh, the droll pale brute familiarity of it all." At least, it did with me!
Therein resides the reason and the question before me:
"if not, why not free up some virtual space and explore, the other side of the story?" I took my own lead and did exactly that. It resulted in the rendering of these delirious and kooky anti-rational treatises'?
Here, with
PRISON and There, with
PRISM, I totally 'upped my game.'
I waived away my bougie 'politically correct impulse privileges.'
I gave myself license to drill down and drift far away from the subliminal constraints of 'precise logic, ' and bridged the so-called 'reality gap' in
PRISON with vignettes of personal peekaboo conjectures and superbly insightful absurdities.
"There is so much that I had previously refused to see, hiding in plain sight." This remote exercise has also been an exhilarating whiff of creative freedom with co-solidarities converging alongside my innate raw idyllic imagination 'gone wild.'
I loudly railed against all those 'polite thoughts' that had been previously dangled before me as truthful 'psycho-automaticisms' of the contemporary mind.
NOW completely untethered, I became free to troll the erratic pastoral fields that existed on the 'other side' of these ugly 'psycho-mythological'
PRISON walls, with no precognitive intentions or infuriating malicious strategies for my
'Execution!' I was eager to spill my guts, to bear witness and affirm the side way corridors of my own mental periphery.
In other words:
TO CONFESS! Trust me, I've been 'incarcerated' wayy too long to hold back now!
No financial, artistic,
or therapeutic motivations or purposes.
I laid prone amongst the reassuring dotted lines engraved upon the duplicitous streets and nakedly bled into the sewers lining the gullible gutters of the nauseatingly placid Public Square.
Strange things happen within your cramped rabid mind when you've been locked up 'for Life' with 'No Perceptible Exit' possible. A slippery Mad / Sad Duality and Multiplicity emerges from the suppression.
