The Revolution Cannot Be Televised.

In so much of what would be liberalism, for the sake of greed, it has ceased to be progressive. Progressivism yearns toward something new, but so many who would call themselves feminists or activists are helping in making the world ground to a halt so they can get the present goodies.

Germaine Greer predicted that as the world changed, as the witches came from the heath and we left a patriarchal and colonial frame of thinking for something different, art would cease to be so precious. Fine Art would give way to smaller every day arts. What she was speaking of was that the monopolization of the current world seen through religion in monotheism and through art as fine art would yield to a democratization of creation.

The other place where capitalism has lead to a monopoly on art is in our entertainments. Not many of us are going to spend the day in art museums, but many of us will obsess over musicians and other super celebrities. The obsession with manufactured entertainment keeps us from being creators and sharers. Instead we become consumers and what is done for us is production. We consume “content”

The witch resist the content that is not questions, delivered up precooked and drugged to our doors so we can simply swallow it and go to sleep. The witch is creating, creative, awake, capable of making her own things including her own entertainments.

The witch is waiting for the revolution. The witch is waiting for those things which have not yet happened. The witch is the priestess of the past who is waiting for the new creation. The witch is waiting for the feminist revolution, the Black revolution, the sex revolution which has only one fourth happened and has queers crawling back into Russian doll like closets in closets. The witch is waiting for the indigenous revolution, the green revolution, the second, third and fourth coming no one can envision. The witch is waiting for the equality of things long sought. The witch does not want to things to stay the same. The witch is waiting for the old church to give way to the new church to the no church. The witch is waiting for God the Father to meet God the Mother and then transcend both. The Transex God then a whole new word altogether, like Tiresias the prophet, once man then woman and man again, like the bearded, breasted witches of the Scottish Play, the which is transgressing and transsexual, is waiting for the end of old polarities and gender roles. And all the time the witch is waiting, the witch is working. The witch is stirring her cauldron.