MIND MASKS

i’m not a very good writer because i just kind of let the words write themselves. people like me don’t build technology. i just explore my thoughts and emotions. see what happens. like a painter who paints from their innervisions.
there is outer world art and inner world art
of course my own experiences are always getting intertwined with my mind and drowning in this ocean of emotion.
so it’s both.
it seems too easy to just write something that i know many people would love. that is what hit songs do and all those big movies with superheroes and explosions. they take a big group of people and give them a song or movie that understands them, gives them hope, or helps them escape. it is all calculated so at least a certain amount of people will love it and give them their money. i used to like those movies too… but then i woke up somehow. i can’t remember anymore how or why.
the only heroes i create are my demons when they learn to dance and entertain you.
that’s why i usually don’t have much money and when i do have some, i buy books, guitars or travel. i am too selfish. and i like art that is made by selfish people because it is more genuine and unique. it’s like the selfishness becomes more inclusive and intimate so the self eventually dissolves. you go so deep, it’s like you created it all and you are Bob Dylan just as much as Robert Zimmerman was. It is a mask. A role. A perspective. A character.
your current identity is also just a character you play. There is the one who plays it and is aware of it and you are now hearing yourself reading these words.
pop art is mostly propaganda. indie art is spirituality. i want to mix them and then piss on it and light it all on fire. and then do our rain dance around the fire. or we can just sit there and watch others dance. because that is what my character likes to do. he likes to dance and watch others. and integrate things that are popular but also marginal. outside the inside become another inside.
nobody knows what it’s like to be you. the REAL you. not who/what you want me to see or be or say. i am always trying to go INSIDE a person and get to that very inner core of their being. first i want to know their story and then i want to know who is behind the story. it is very challenging but extremely intriguing… and then i might steal all your best ideas and feelings and write poetry. this is how you recognise yourself in the things you love. i am looking for myself through you.
great artists show us who they really are… they go so far that they stop being the creators of their own work. even they just become passengers. sometimes the work kills them like Jim Morrison or Kurt Cobain or Heath Ledger. i always wanted to join them but i was just too scared so showed you a mask of a mask of a mask of a mask. i made pop art but it never popped.
art always kills egos. but that doesn’t mean your body has to die. you can be born as a new person. Kurt or Jim or Heath could’ve just changed their lives. Of course accidents happen when you flirt with death your whole life.
How do I take off a mask if I am being a mask?