The climax of the annual Burning Man bacchanalia in a Nevada desert was scheduled for Saturday, when the 40,000-plus attendees were to gather around the 40-foot-high man-statue and watch him burn.
Instead, the effigy went up in flames four days prematurely early Tuesday, and a San Francisco resident faces felony arson and destruction-of-property charges in connection with the crime of burning Burning Man too early.
Good work Paul Addis, that is the name of the man who spoiled the fun, in the words of the great poet Tupac, I ain’t mad at cha’.
I can see the organizers with their soiled and grubby underwear in a bunch, bitching about it.
“Dammit, our ‘experiment in community, radical self-expression, and radical self-reliance‘ was ruined by an individual who didn’t follow our exact rules for when the effigy was supposed to burn down!”
The point of Burning Man is to escape the constant rules and regulations and social pressures of the modern world and to celebrate ‘community, artwork, absurdity, decommodification, and revelry‘. (Wikipedia)
I’m not sure if Paul burnt down the effigy as protest against the hypocrisy of Burning Man, or just because he is a douce, but boy am I pleased.
It’s not that I hate Burning Man, it’s okay and I don’t knock people who enjoy the festival, each their own, but I do have to laugh when “counter-culture” events (that attract 35,000 people) fall prey to their own ideology. Like when graffiti artists complain about other graffiti artists painting over their “art”.
You want radical self-expression and revelry? You got it.
You charge $200 plus dollars to celebrate decommodification, don’t get all huffy when someone beats you to the punchline.
Let’s hear from some burners.
“I am disturbed that the Man is burnt. As I looked at it, I was going, ‘This can’t be happening,’ ” said Bob Harms of South Lake Tahoe, a seven-time burner.
“Some people were chanting, ‘Let him burn, let him burn!’ and some were chanting, ‘Save the Man, save the Man!’ ” said Kyle Marx of Eugene, Ore.
I would have been laughing, watching it burn. Wasn’t that the point? Who cares that it wasn’t saved for the finale? Who cares that Paul took it upon himself to get the thing crackling? Isn’t the point of Burning Man to let go of our anal plans for our lives, to escape the carefully-constructed reality of the modern world? To do away with schedules?
If people would live their lives everyday with self-expression and revelry there would be no need for Burning Man. The only Burners I know all have white-collar jobs and take a vacation from their suits for a week to go to the desert only to come back bragging about how “changed” they are, how enlightened. Then they return to their soulless, daily endeavors, except with an exaggerated sense of superiority.
Artists and free-thinkers for a week, corporate whores the rest of the year.
Burn early, Burning Man, burn early.