Okay here's a first, I'm drunk blogging, I can hardly focus on the screen but before I get any uptight emails about my standards of research or reference material, remember, I'm drunk.
Anyway, to the trickle of readers that frequent this section of the site (you know who you are), I thought amidst my meandering ramblings on my progress with the Indoor Street Art collection I'd mention a rather disturbing report I caught on Euronews (of all places) the other day. It's about some research an Edinburgh-based boffin by the name of Professor Miller, who seems to have discovered the elixir of lust. The chemical description for this sexy gene is DNHR2 which is supposed to do two wondrous things for the female of the species (sorry lads), simultaneously increasing the libido whilst reducing one's weight.
Great. Women will soon be able to lose their rear and thighs through the wonders of genetic experimentation. The only downside is that they'll be prowling the town all hours of the night in search of agile, virile and fecundant males with a highly voracious appetite for genetically enhanced females desperate for a one-night stand. The point is, and please excuse the vino for my familiarity, love is soon to become a redundant cul-de-sac of romantic tradition. No more prose or poetry, no more comparisons with the moon and stars, an end to all romanticism, and declarations of true love. This is it, life has become pornographic. The seven veils reduced to one and now none, feminine wiles and mystery thrown aside, nothing now but rutting flesh, it's the future, believe me, I have a nose for these things.
So what next? Genetically induced orgies of salubrious and fleeting desire, a race towards the finish, the climax, the outpouring of DNA and lubricated exchanges of a world where nothing but the clamber for immediate satiation of instinct and hormonally charged desire are the order of the day?
Imagine a world where the anima reigns supreme, the intellect, the emotional make-up of a millennia or two of civilisation are brushed aside for a cheap thrill and a quick fix. Suppose a future whereby nothing but the immediate contends for our attention and the simplest and most lust-filled drives hold reign over the cultural symposium. You're there, this is it, we are in this together and there's no way out.
Science has disproven love, and now it's in the throws of a new anti-religion, a faith of nothing more than biological urge and the thrusting forth of something uglier than war, or intolerance, or empirically, governmentally sanctioned and delivered conspiratorial deviciveness. We my friends, and strangers, believers and detractors, are in that most unfortuitous of times, another age of "blind faith". The only difference being that our gods up on high wear laboratory coats, speak in numbered tongues, and pass down a new detractive wisdom of Deoxyribonucleic acid truths we dare not question or defile.
I'm getting drunk now, it's true, words are beginning to evade me here, in fact they're standing in the opposite corner of the room muttering expletives, occasionally pointing in my direction, even chuckling to themselves when the mood takes them. My fingers feel fat. They're betraying me with every keystroke. Christina, my partner, yes an awful description for the love of my life, I admit openly, is watching junk on television, erratically stabbing at her own laptop's keyboard Now she's shouting across the room about the failings of the latest course she's decided to attend, a Masters in Landscape Architecture, a step up for her career, at least one of us has one of those.
I've been emotionally blackmailed into reviving her company, I think a video camera is on the cards, Youtube here we come, instant fame and notoriety in the world of horticulture, she has little competition as far as I'm aware, however I digress, the fact is I had originally intended this post as a half-apology for the slow progress on my latest work, "Bill and Ben", however to make up for that I'm including a few close-ups of what's to come.
In case you hadn't guessed it's a stab at the British government, the excessiveness of our state, their intolerance and perhaps fear of the rights of the individual, and all the chaos that ensues from freedom of thought and expression. I should collapse now, before the alcohol gets the best of me, which it most likel already has. Have a weekend, have a good one if you can, drink in moderation and obey the rules of the road…
