The Poetic Terrorist

I found this comment while perusing the interweb news about the tyranny trying to be imposed by the big media lobby in the UK.

While fighting back through tweeting and letter writing and using the law is necessary. . .

It seems that at some point there needs to be civil action on the part of audiences to boycott media that plays by immoral and illegal rules. .. and civil action on the part of artists to not participate in an economy that can ruin the lives of the artist’s readers, viewers, gamers, etc. I know that I have made that decision.

When Philip K. Dick imagined that in the future reproducing machines would spit out degraded copies, he imagined with it that capitalism would be faced with a crisis of value: real objects would begin to devolve.

The genie has been let out of the bottle. Anybody can afford a complete recording studio and stick it in their basement. There is no rational reason that artists can make to justify the existance of “record” companies. There are no records.

Most people I know have already implicitly boycotted mass media by basically ignoring most of its output. Movies are next: they are a consistent disappointment and the new measure of success is “that didn’t completely suck”.

And this…

This isn’t just about this one (ridiculous) piece of legislation. It’s about the fact that copyright exists at all in an age when I can reproduce anything I find online with the same ease that I might whistle the tune I hear from a bird in the woods.

It’s about the fact that everywhere I go I’m bombarded with psychological warfare from massive corporate entities whose only goal is self-perpetuation.

It’s about the fact that the media are so devoted to shifting units that they don’t report news any more, they concoct it, to serve an industry that deals in selling worthless goods attached to the images of manufactured phantoms whose appearances are graphically altered to make them appear impossibly perfect.

The whole thing has to come down, all of it.

The Poetic Terrorist hears you,though you be anonymous and lost in a stream of information, random comments, spam… I have my finger on the pulse of the world.