I no longer have patience for certain things

…not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.

I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping.

I hate conflict and comparisons. I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement.

On top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.

– José Micard Teixeira

Absence is our abode

If I am to sum up the whole problem of this age in a single word,
that word would be ABSENCE.

Absence of a presence – as someone very well put it.

Absence is the suspension of any conceivable Value,
as Value resides in Presence.

Crassly speaking, Nothing Real is being created today,
as Presence is simply a word in the dictionary;
we have no idea any longer what it entails.

Wherever you go,
you sense this corrosive state of non-existence with all its derivatives:

Boredom, lethargy, cynicism, greed, theft, moral shortage,
dissimulation, sloth, futility and loneliness.

Our art and music today

Nowadays, the most favorite artistic expression is frustration, accompanied by cynicism and aggression. The most preponderant in the palette of expressions is though vanity. In all aesthetic fields, Vanity is taken to its paroxysm, we witness really the Triumph of narcissistic and nihilistic madness.

Besides the afferent nihilism in art – as well as in music – we deal with the primordial feature of modernity, characterized by a blatant reductionist infantilism, on the one hand, and on the other – especially in music – with a monotonous violence, conceited and shameless, relentlessly perverted and ubiquitously offensive.
Our aesthetic is the mirror of our ugly and distorted feelings.

The equation is simple:

Diseased emotions, diseased people.

Because of this insidious pathology, we come to spoil and destroy everything, everything we touch we disfigure and break down, including our lives.