The statements below are taken from an article—almost a manifesto—titled “Bam. Bam. Bam. The Lostness of Man” by Jason Flores Williams for Truthout (November 9, 2013).
“We are living in a detour that has spun so far out of control that the main road no longer even exists. There is nothing for us there anymore. To go forward is to further a delusion into inevitable destruction and to go backwards in order to reclaim some kind of philosophical high road is an impossibility.
All the GPS in the world can’t help us now—we are stuck in a place with a map that neither corresponds to reality nor allows me to dream. We have burnt ideals that no one was worshipping, so are left with ruins that no one recognizes.”
“To find out who one really is, to put the flowers in the hair and become one with the universe. The great formula for popularity here is to say that the closer one gets to one’s self, then the closer one gets to truth. The way to unpopularity, of course, is to say that the foundations of our consciousness are so perverted that the farther one gets from one’s self, the closer one actually might get to gaining a vision of the outlines of his own shadow.”
“It is in the dead zone of the metaphysical night that we get stripped down to the point where integrity and honesty are even possible. And in this struggle to free ourselves from fantasy, we begin to find reward. The formerly hidden becomes clear: the institutional forces that control society reveal themselves in a blindingly stupid light. Civilization is a battleground that gets fractured by language, not another garage for the oiling of the machine.
We are not robots, as one man said. We are the ones who may have walked away down that long, narrow street of smoke, steam and asphalt but are somehow still within earshot, still within that faded distance of memory, waiting to be called, desperate for that one word of authenticity that aligns us with the liberation of our being.
We will, at the very least, lose our need to be justified, and along with that, perhaps, our need for many other things that keep us from the raw power of what is to be alive.”
While I don’t agree with everything Mr. Williams says, I can’t really produce much of an argument against what he says. “Bam. Bam. Bam. The Lostness of Man” is not a pretty read (in fact, it’s downright scary at times), but it may be a GREAT read! Hell’s Belles, in places, it rings with the sound and feel of poetry as Rimbaud envisioned poetry. Okay, maybe I am hyperbolizing, but I do highly recommend that you high your butt on over to the Truthout website and read it in its entirety.