I was awoken by a flash storm this evening, one which carried with it great thoughts and consequences. An epiphany was delivered to me - as an article, fully formed in my mind - and when I finally roused myself to put pen to paper (so to speak), the first drop of ink landed at 3:13am.
Decadent Romanticism: A Poetic Definition for Contemporary Society
My immediate peers, that is, members of what society currently defines as ‘the Decadent Romantics’, will not forgive me for what I’m about to do, for it will be essentially turning a tongue-in-cheek term into a definition for a school of thought (without said ‘school’ having existed, at least in an institutional sense). Unlike the Brothellian Movement, which brings together like-minded individuals to share in the common goal of igniting a new cultural renaissance, the ‘school’ of Decadent Romanticism has been born not from an ideal, but from revolutionary attitudes handed to us through global situation and circumstance.
It is not an institution and it does not have a manifesto; it is the unblessed spirit of verve and vice. The Romantic age was a glorious one indeed, one born through the struggle for liberty and retreating at the march of blood and discovery, but what vanishes from sight does not simply die; such inspiration has the power to return under the correct, revolutionary circumstances. The previously mentioned school of thought is a spring founded on these circumstances, a source from which we all drink and draw inspiration.
But we are not simply Romantics, for we have earned wisdom and philosophies from our predecessors, and we can see the vanity in championing naturalism to an already jaded civilisation as clearly as the necessity to endorse the need for aestheticism in contemporary artistic society. It seems that we are all damned to the global pandemic of sanctioned lust, celebrity culture and mass consumption, and in this way it is apparent that we have become the next ‘poetes maudits’: accursed by society, not the self.
And so my definition of Decadent Romanticism crawls, naked, into the night. We use this flawed, jaded society as the motor for our art, and revolutionary spirit as it’s fuel.
- taken from the Brothellian Manifesto
“Brothellian individuals understand that our creative talents and imagination are sexually intriguing, and that this holds great mystery to others. There is no shame in ‘sexing up’ the arts establishment as the appeal is already there, it’s just rarely…
Apologies for being slack in my posting as of late, I’ve been preparing for ‘The Caravan’ and ‘Gomorrah’, (both carnivals of artists ‘prostituting’ their work for the public, in association with the UK Poetry Brothel). There will be a Poetry Brothel, of course, but there will also be a number of rather wonderful sideshows, each tailored for those daunted by the idea of hiring a private Poetry Whore.
Both of these shows will be held in Leicester City, England. The Caravan is on Saturday 20th and Gomorrah will be Saturday 27th August. You can check out more details and precise locations on the website: www.gomorrah.co.uk
I finally got Kieron’s portrait of me mounted…in a Victorian frame, no less!
Inspired by Oscar Wilde’s visit to America to give lectures on Aestheticism, I plan to visit the US this October to tour from NYC to Chicago and then on to Little Rock, Arkansas, to host a number of talks on Brothelliana and the Brothellian Manifesto in various Poetry Brothels, radio stations, festivals and colleges, (this audio file is a speech of me explaining why I feel I must visit). If we successfully manage to secure funding, I will be accompanied by Miles Marr of Studio 68, who will be filming and photographically documenting the whole tour and uploading our progress onto the internet every day.
I would never usually ask this, but if you could reblog this message, it’d really be appreciated as we will be starting to raise funds in July. The above link will be to one of the blogs where you can keep up to date with our progress - and *fingers crossed* tour!
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The Decadent Romantics: An Ode to Procrastination
Exclusive footage from our photo-shoot at Newstead Abbey. Lord Byron would have been proud…*cough*