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Editorial NEO-BOHEMIAN
EX POST FACTO NON-MANIFESTO We,
the undersigned, having lived a neo-bohemian life in Paris for the last four
years declare after the fact: We
are a generation that makes the lost ones look like a bunch of kindergarten kids
having an afternoon tea party with their big-wheels and GI Joes, and just a bit
of cheap lying sex. How do you
expect us to create meaningful art and love when every intellectual, historical
and emotional foundation of our childhoods has been blown away?
Take a look at the facts; we ran around in our adolescence: 1.
Singing, 'Free Nelsen Mandela' ('Say, Robbo, who is this Mandela guy?',
'Shut up, have another beer and keep on singing').
Now he's the fucking President of South Africa. 2.
Thinking that the world would inevitably go up in nuclear smoke at some
time in the next decade due to a nasty mistake with the launching systems of the
Yanks, or the Soviets, or of both. Now
there just aren't any Soviets anymore. They've
all gone into exporting potatoes to the Chinese. 3.
Scratch the Berlin Wall too, guys, the Cold War turned into what it had
always been, an economic one. 4.
Being told European Wars are a thing of the immoral past.
Ha, fucking miserable, ha ha. What
can stop our total relativist cynicism in front of such brutal self-serving
realpolitik? Oh, and don't think
that higher education is going to provide some sort of moral pole to cling to in
the face of this baseness. The true
commercial nature of academia and its honours is clear. 5.
Believing meaning was being revolutionary; youth against society.
Bullshit. We are the most
neo-fascist reactionary swiss-cheese generation since the 30s.
We all want to get married and have a fucking Volvo in the suburbs.
Look at our pop music, look at films and T.V., our governments, and our
"enlightened movements" working righteously towards an Orwellian 21st
century. We
are the damned, we are the free. We
have no direction, no agenda, no food but the greasy chickens that we prepare in
our cockroach-ridden nests. We are
the anguished with no future and no thoughts, no pleasure free of guilt.
But this is our joy and burning silver.
This is our beauty. For we
are the supermen and women, if ever there have been.
We are crazy and we are crazed and we will live our lives like
gorgonzola. |