Media Revolution

It is true that politics borders on the one side with theater and the other with religion.Symbols are a central element in these rights. Like the theatrical scene or the mass,the political act is a repersentation.That is why the principal initiation to politics is not through the treatises of our political theorosist but through Shakespeare's theater. Therefore, what sets apart our era from the preceeding ones is the double preeminence of news and the image over reality. Through the image, time loses continuity and consistency to the benefit of the instantaneous sensation; through news, the true reality is always spmething else; it is over there. I see it but I don't touch it;nor do I think it;unutterable,it disappearsin a wink. For more than 30 years we have lived in what a French writer has called "a society of spectacles." In the world of spetacles, things occur as they do in the real world and at the same time, they occur in another way, in the magical space of time and representation. They are here and they are there. It is not arbitrary for me to use a language reminiscent of that of the clergy; the ancients had visions, we have television. But the civilization of the spectacle is cruel. The spectators have no memory-because of that they also lack remorse and true conscience. They live tied to what is new,and it doesn't matter what it is so long as it is new.They quickly forget and scarcely blink at the scenes of death and destruction of the Persian Gulf War or at the curves, contortions,and tremulos of Madonna and of Michael Jackson. Commandants and bishops are condemned to suffer the same fate: they also await the Great Yawn,anonymous and universal,whichisthe Apocolypse and Final judgement or the societyos spectacle. We are condemned to this new version of hell; those who appear on the screen and those of us who watch. Is there an escape? I don't know.One must seek it. In order to attempt it,we must turn off the television,close the newspaper or magazine,and go for a walk. But walk where? Outside or within? It doesn't matter if it is through the streets of our city,populated with phantoms like ourselves, or through the imaginary plazas of dreams explored with eyes closed,unconscious in the cold light of dawn. The point is to walk inward or outward among known specters or among strangers with whom we converse every day, losing ourselves in the city or in our thoughts, touching the hand of a neighbor , questioning the child entombed within; to stop being images, to become again what we are; men and women, blood and time.Outside adventures. Endless summer nights. Ocean. Im a clown and love to make people laugh. Soccer/futbol. flirting. Dance the night away.Kissin and makin out is always good to. B(.)(.)B's