Je suis Anna

Imagine the very thing you live to create being the thing that one day would lead to your death?

And a death with a violent end, via an unknown to you gunmen; aggrieved at your creative interpretation of ‘their’ religion…

Events of this week have led me to ponder more than usual what is it that drives some to create with the pen, the brush…

Some with the gun?

I’m under no illusion that the events in France are created acts… acts stemming from thinking overtime that leads to actions, and in this case more thinking, planning and putting into action. Actions that within the minds of the, now, killers were ‘justifiable’.

So what am I thinking about… where we create ‘others‘ as different than us.

Where we draw conclusions about how ‘we‘ (which is really an ‘I think’ hidden in the group think, in disguise) think/be/do better, differently opposed to what ‘they‘ think/be/do less than…(here its either a ‘you’ in disguise or the nebulous ‘they’ – a generalised and separated ‘other‘).

So how is this creative? Our creative thinking leads us to picture the world, hang a frame on what we see.

This in turn creates actions, drawing to conclusions, inventing scenarios, living out dramas where we are the author of our own plays, mini series… and eventually full blown wars.

What also comes to mind is how a piece created for a daily paper; a cartoon drawn to highlight a joke about another’s religion can seem so far away from those who believe. Especially if its not what I choose to believe…

“The freedom to criticize ideas…” Rowan Atkinson

It strikes me in the supposed PC world we live in, or at least we ‘think’ we do we are both striving for and missing the mark…

Yet we are free to believe, creatively think, speak and act …

Freedom of speech is a human right worth dying for… then when some of ‘us’ act in ways outside of what ‘we‘ deem appropriate  (I’m in no way condoning murder and terrorism in any form) we are up in arms.

And this is the dichotomy, the mystery, the gifts of Life I continue to ponder on, seek the truths within and to create from that space…

Lyrics to Proper Propaganda – Dilated Peoples 

With press passes, we bring it to you as it happens
The streets love my crew for music and rappin’
Street commander slash beat expander
Here to fight the slander with the proper propaganda
What’s happenin’? You got a question then ask it
The news is just a TV show, get past it
And this, from a quiet wartime journalist
Headlines, wake up, refuse and resist
Like this, like this, like thi-thi-this, y’all

We kick finance, action and scores of sports
Politics, new fashion and war reports
Entertainment, when we come to perform, watch
And the illest weatherman in the biz, I’m storm watch
Triclops Media, record, tape and TV
Net radio, CD or DVD, iriscience
Write rhymes on paper time
This is why Baboo is scratching and keeping time

I make the people listen boogy down and move
I make the people listen boogy down and move, yeah
I make the people listen boogy down and move

Glory, the pen is mighter than the sword
‘Cause the pen gives the word sending swords to war
They twisted it when they quoted Mao Tse-tung
They said political power comes from the barrel of a gun
The officer meets his fate, by .44, .38
It was a dirty deed but that don’t mean a dirty case
Witnesses against the state are shushed
Facts overlooked so the judge can throw the book
Perhaps for politicians with something to prove
In the city where they blew the roof off and move

Yo, questions when answered leads to more questions
Why’d it take months to remember a confession?
The principles are the same even without the name
But I still say, “M U M I A”
I have to fight, it could easily be me
But just being the thinker than speakin’ it freely
Although I use my brain before using a fist
Don’t push it, wake up, refuse and resist