Matter

The troop from Matter Literary Magazine showed up tonight to perform their poetry, music ensemble. Fine time had by all.

Subtle, yet sublime, the highlight for me, as an observor, and of course a scientist, this being the experiment and all, was the curious point when one performer, seemed unable to amplify his record. That is, when he spoke into the mic, the mic didn't work. Now then this was 3/4 into the show and Luke, who was running sound, couldn't have known the material that was to be spoken. The mic just chose not to work this moment.

Humorously, this poets work happened to be the most vulger of the lot, a simple rant using the word "Fuck" every so often.

Now as an artist, I have not any concern with the word "Fuck". I used it enough in the Jeremy's Prophecy Dot Com novel I wrote. Still, though, I do think now that there are better, more challenging ways to express. But, I have no issue with profanity. Rub is, the venue, and its affiliations, are not to keen and rather sensitive when it comes to profanity.

So why did the mic, mysteriously just shut off? I was there and I know nobody knew the material to be read. The mic going out was a sudden technical difficulty. Or was it?

I propose that this was a super-natural occurance. In order to protect the sesitivities of the venue whom speak of God in literal (no cursing) ways. This poets energy, his prideful countenance, his coksure glances, he was destined to be muted as per the guidelines and premise noted:

Do this and watch as I reveal my creative ways.

Do not be concerned of those with critical and misguided beliefs, those with inflated pride or those who cry “shame”. Those who choose to be fearfully, judgmental will be of little importance in this space. They will be instantly revealed for what they are— mal-creators, responsible for all negative consequences that plague the earth.

The mic miraculously being muted. A small example of the majesty of the experiment.