Annual Write Up On What I’m About And What I’m Doing Here

Not by me, but by a part of the We called Caitlin Johnstone.

Demographically, she and I have almost nothing in common.

Politically and existentially we have a lot. She may prefer ‘socialist’ where I prefer ‘anarchist’, but after a certain elevated point in the walk I don’t think those labels differ very much.

What matters a little more is that she is … more pure, in her project, in her solidarity of common purpose.

Though we are kindred, I am decidedly more alienated and free of optimism, in mine.

Another way of saying it might be that I’m evolving toward an art that is not Committed in the Sartrean sense of historicity and communal or class spirit.

In content terms, my methods will be more filmic and less cerebral.

I’m leaving two examples of what I mean here, but these examples are anti-examples.

youtube.com/watch?v=outCvcQCmFw
youtube.com/watch?v=fJbK7_ZKV-A

I’m not hotlinking them because I don’t care if you watch them or not. They’re notes to self, about what not to do, and their aesthetics and technique frankly horrify me.

I’m guided, rather, by the beauty of belletrism.

I have no interest in identifying as a vlogger or a vanlifer.

I’d rather just be the doggedly gentile southwesterly Leonard Cohen.