End Of The Renaissance

23/4/16

Artists and ‘liberals’ are being bumped off by a virulent regressive religious movement. Liberals of all kinds, pop stars, politicians, painters, sculptors, musicians, comedians, actors and actresses and in particular writers, of fiction and journalists. Even dancers and models have been targeted. The list is long! The cream of society and culture are gradually being assassinated and no security measure provides enough safety.

The unexplained death of a pop star, lascivious in his personal morals and in his image, poisonings masquerading as vicious diseases, accidents, knifings in the street and suicide attacks!

I enter an out of body world of imagination, high above the petty concerns of the millions, the squeaky clean citizens who dot all their sentences and organize their pensions, but live without soul in a world of bank accounts and tidy houses.

I am flying in my flat, hidden from the world outside, making stories of freedom and personal abandon. I go to worlds of colour and excitement, where real people could not travel, except in their minds. I can make up histories as I go along, moulding them to create the realities I want, which can’t be real, fighting evil and emerging on top, in ways which cannot be guaranteed in the actual world.

Finally they find me, the last independent mind! Everyone else has been made to bow to an extreme form of Mecca, at the point of sword or bullet. Goodbye to imagination, goodbye to parties. There is no more sensuality or naughtiness; the female form is dead and tales of fantasy are long gone. All the writers are dead or hiding. No one writes for the extremists; no one dares to risk their disfavour. Goodbye music, no more concerts. Rock’n’roll is banned, , funk is too sexual, disco is dead, rap can tell no truths, and punk – how could that be in this new world of conformity and fear, where death’s angels, the violent youths of the new supremacy reign supreme over mature minds and the memories of greater times when anything was possible.