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Reality’s Oasis in an AI-VR World
A Seed of Intention planted in the virtual, fertile soil that is the Internet, nourished by the increasing level of attraction to grow its presence; to one day blossom, flourish as an Oasis of Reality’s last domain in opposition to the artificiality of the virtual world that is becoming this 21st Century; though it be the Womb to its Birth.
A Seed of Intention:
To foster and grow an environment space harkening back to a time of substance and perceptible, material presence. A time in recent human history that ushered in a period of spontaneous inspiration sparked and energized by a pent-up resentment toward the normal, the all too conventional modes of expression.
This time is referred to as the era of the Beatnik: a young person in the 1950’s and early 1960’s belonging to a subculture associated with the beat generation.
Those who defined themselves part of the Beatnik, Beat Generation subculture were more often than not distinguishable by their style of dress and public antics to the dismay of conventional, white, middle-class America of this time:



The hallmarks of this era include actors James Dean, Sal Mineo of Hollywood’s `Rebel Without a Cause’; avant-garde artist reflective of his time, Andy Warhol. Poets and authors such as Alan Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs respectively, the source of counter-culture exposes’ of raw sexuality of all persuasion, hard drugs and Gay rights at its infancy.

A counter-culture that was quick to spread its influence spawning the birth of small bistro-style cafes’, minimalist in their furnishings though over-flowing in creativity displayed on walls, shelves; soapbox and table performances of spontaneous literary expression befitting the mood of its inhabitants and duly rewarded by profuse applause and unguarded verbal appreciation.



The Beatnik subculture took on all matters sexual. Throwing away conventional definitions of sexuality; introducing the erotic expression of homosexuality, bi-sexuality; a direct affront meant to challenge to societal norms of this time.
Alan Ginsberg’s 1955 poem HOWL, and accompanying poems, when published were such a literary departure for civil society to bear its publishers were charged, arrested and brought to trial for distributing obscene material. The Courts subsequently ruled against the book of poems as obscene; thus opening the pathway for such literary, sexual expression to flourish and be widely distributed.
The Beat Generation is, arguably, the start of the sexual revolution still in progress to this day. Though, unfortunately, current manifestations of this sexual, social movement fail to capture the guttural, raw exhibition of sexual sensuality that oozed from the literature, live performances, attire, or lack of it, of this gone-by-era.



All being said and illustrated here is not directed at replicating this by-gone-era but rather to instigate a renaissance, a rebirth of creative, subjective materialism in the visual and literary art form; reflective of the sexual Human in humanity who is losing ground to advances in Artificial Intelligence and Virtual Realities.
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Last Human Standing
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This poem, originally written back in 2012 in response to social and geopolitical issues occurring at that tumultuous time, upon review, seems more appropriate to the current state of world affairs with the inauguration of the 45th President Donald J. Trump.
Unlike the fears garnered when the poem was first written; what seems poised on the horizon to erupt, due to increased nationalism not only in the United States but across Western Europe, should instill a true sense foreboding reminiscent of the pre-World War II era.
Unfortunately, humanity once again appears to fall victim to the machinations of the pathological designs of true power:
Last Human Standing
Falling deeper into the abyss of our making
This life on Earth seems forsaken
Though remedy of solution viably in-hand
But ignored, for reasons becoming clearer to understand
Global power held by the unseen elite
Are determined to manifest humanity’s defeat
They will not rest until their destructive plan is complete
Instigated with common people fighting each other in the street
Economic collapse is their efficient tool to instigate
Knowing empty belles’ are much easier to infuriate
Whilst poised in their ivory towers left to masturbate
While goon-squad militarized police, the uprisings, mitigate
It would take a fool’s mind not to see what is happening
The civilized structure of the last hundred years is set for collapsing
Then by their design a New Order for civilization is ready for hatching
To render a commoner’s life to impoverishment by servitude, ever-lasting
These are not words to echo the cry of humanity’s impending defeat
It is a call to recognize what is about to come and its receipt
Demanding if it is to happen – common people take their stand on the street
Poised ready to fight until the last Human standing on their feet
If this poem resonates with you please explore others written in the same vain as well, several poems of a more entertaining and humorous note. Thank you.
Please feel free, too, to let me know what you think by dropping me your comments to:
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