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The Observers, who are they?� where are they from? what do they do? what are they? and why should we care?� The Observers are revolutionary and riveting, but watch out 'cause you never know when they're watching you!'� They are not a new group, some suckled offspring of the Generation X crowd, not a slacker, a grunge or a grungette, or a poser, which are not new at all.� They too are around all the time, passing in and out of every generation, just changing, evolving into new strains, and reemerging in neatly battered leather jackets for every decade.� Each era had its own group of them the gangster, the greaser, the goon, the poet, the hippie, the hipster, the beatnik, the punk, etc...� The gangster gave way to the homeboy, the greaser to the slacker, the goon to the government, the poet and the punk, the poet and the punk...well...Well what the hell did ever happen to them anyway, hum...?� Striking a dissonant chord both in memory and in mind, they seem a hard find without a fine toothcomb, though not yet resting in their tomb.� But the bunch that has beat them all out, the lot that has remained constant, steady, fixed permanently in our midst like death, is the observer� - The lone spectating spy.� The observers are not a subculture cult crowd.� They do not cultivate themselves to be the next crop of coolness; they do not jump the bandwagon to boast or brag.� No, they are not the latest rave, craze, rad zippety doo da, isoteric assoteric alternative art fart.� They do not try to purjure their existence by trying to prove their vast knowledge or deep insight, nor do they push their self righteous views on the world.� They simply are, rather they just are, as they have always been.� They are there in the background, in the shadows, in spaces in between the places of our limited global perceptions, they are there, in the darkness, in the light, they are there, they are everywhere.� In the waking, in the reality, in the sleeping, in the dream, in the fact and in the fiction, they are in the fantasy and in the flight, in the breath, in the death, they are in what you see and they are in what you don't see, they are in what you want to see and what you don't want to see, and there they are always seeing, seeing, seeing and there, doing.� They are what permeate the perceptions of preconceived notions of prophets and preachers, of parents and teachers, of professionals and prisoners, of pioneers and post modernists, of poets and of punks, of life lived unknown, of limelight life illuminated, of people and of people, of people, people, of one boy born and of one girl given. |
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