A Much Needed Update!! - A Poem

The Barren
By Jenna Reimer

In the end you are weary of this abandoned world.
Among your fetishes in a weak and soulless flame
That fume a sky of clouded doubt and unknown,
Where a fury of scarred electric stars and blazing moons
Exist in a furnace of cobalt and crimson hollows,
You tremble in a league admit a blinded fleet.
Drifting ashes brush the faces of preset men
Wanting to walk home and simply retire.
Yet, you launch into a solemn slumber,
Aloft the drift of deep delirium in an exiled sleep;
Dying in a tamed and watchful sorrow.

F*ck It Friday... Living in the Absurd

Born into a silent world, a world where there exists a hierarchal struggle between the human mind and truth, the soul is forever confined within a hostile world where indifference precedes the mercilessness of human nature. Life’s absence of meaning seems to remove any reason for living; yet, it is this lack of purpose that presents humankind with true freedom. It is a fruitless argument to relay the notion that life does not exist, as I am unable to prove it does not, yet it seems my own sanity is contained by the thought that my reality has limitless tangents in which I dictate the directions and perceptions of each stream that is solely secluded in my mind.

Happiness is the sole purpose of life. To be happy is to be content with the reality that presenting problems may not always relay solutions. We fear thought; we fear the act of thinking and knowledge more than death. Humanity has a disastrous habit of passively accepting the mundane actions of life where there is little room for subconscious contemplation. It is dreadful to face a day absent of any passion; however, it is all that will free the mind of the harshness and constraints of the contemporary world. To live within a clear mind absent of any worldly influence and survive within the realm of one’s own perception is the essence of existence. One must understand there will never be a lasting peace in the soul of the individual until civilization outlaws the grim circumstances of the world. It is this essential concept of truth and internal reality, where the inevitable demise of ones body and unfortunate conditions of a pitiless world will forever persist, that will free one from the chaotic and insatiable ways of life.

F*ck It Friday- Absurdity, Absolutes and Amaranthine Loveliness

Inspired by a book a friend had suggested I read I decided what better way to start off the Easter weekend with thoughts on Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus. The essay touches on futile attempt in finding meaning and clarity in one’s life in the wake of an unfathomable world absent of a God or eternal truth. The essay reveals the crippling vulnerability of humankind and its inability to accept the utterly tragic purpose of life; life has no predestined absolute, simply being has neither intent nor reason, rather, it is an existence that is entirely subjective. Absurdism embodies this concept; one will inevitably fail at any attempt to find a rational explanation of the existence of humanity within an immeasurable world.

How delightful isn’t it? Why is it I find such a bleak and devastatingly bold theory to be incredibly romantic? Camus made several things clear throughout this essay that spark my pessimism into a new level of superiority over those who believe in a higher power: the absurd arises when humans feel the need to justify the purpose of tomorrow, the absurd man should live through action not rational thinking, one must relieve oneself from false hope, and finally, much like the mythological Greek myth of Sisyphus, one must acknowledge the tragedy of life’s immeasurability in order to be content. That seems fair enough right?
For F*ck It Friday I couldn’t help but see the incandescent truth that emits from such a dismal, yet entirely reasonable, theory and want to share it’s gloom and doom with the world. However much I’d like to live in a world where my fate is predestined to a life amongst fairies and clouds I find it highly unlikely, more so, sitting on this notion seems anything but didactic towards humanity; perhaps it is no more than a misleading concept that keeps people cozy in their delusional world of spiritual hierarchies and periwinkles… yah, I said periwinkles what of it? I'm not trying to be too extreme here, I do believe extreme positions are only ever followed by contrary extreme positions. I suppose I just want to glare into a world where the medium of time and meaning has disappeared; it seems it is only then when everything backwards becomes rather lucid to me.

F*ck It Friday! Thoughts on "Nothingness"

Hmmm… how mundane our lives are. For F*ck It Friday I decided to post a novel written by the brilliant Jean-Paul Sartre as this work seems to reflect the idea of life being extremely dull, which in turn causes us to get a bad case of the “F*ck Its.”

Nausea has been one of Sartre’s most notable and intriguing novels. Chronicling the life of a Historian, Sartre depicts human life as a trivial existence that misappropriates the gravity expressed towards petty issues. The novel illustrates our humdrum lives as simply being a meaningless existence; this concept reflects his existentialist philosophical perception on the art of “being.” The Main character experiences a strange and sickening sensation he is unable to identify which seems to be Sartre’s way of illustrating the pain we feel after discovering our lives are essentially worthless.

Depressing isn’t it? It appears we are afraid to acknowledge we exist in an essence that is separate from other people and material objects: “existence precedes essence.” Ultimately, there is this bare existence that is utterly tragic. Human life is incredibly isolating and meaningless, and in order to “get by” if you will, we must assert our own existence and escape into the nothingness that our insignificant lives offer.

The Body and Blood of Art... really.

The spectrum of artistic creativity has an extremely long and winding plane that seems to be warping in and out of consciousness every minute. Does that even make sense?
An artist by the name of Gunther von Hagen has created a controversial form of art that has ruffled a lot of the tight wads feathers. His art is a display of partially dissected corpses in varying poses, mostly sporting positions. Von Hagen’s exhibit will be arriving in my city, Calgary, in May 2010 at the Science Center.

I am utterly fascinated by such a brilliant way to expose the bleak reality of the human body’s inevitable demise. Not only is von Hagen unearthing the complex beauty of our biological inner workings, his art reflects a notion that the conventional world seems to cast as arrogant: Our bodies do not hold any type of significant substance, our physical selves are ultimately flesh and bone which will whittle away into the nothingness of our world. He is elevating the concept of self identity by illustrating the misappropriation of value that is placed onto our physical bodies.

Am I going out on a far out limb here? Is von Hagen taking his anatomist background and simply experimenting with art? Maybe… all I know is the radical fusion he is creating sure made my mind go to a tea party with Charles Darwin and Jean-Paul Sartre.