Keeping this in mind is Roland Barthes's "The Death of the Author", in which he makes the plea for separation of scribe and script. Barthes's ideas were focused in anti-humanism, which was a departure from the understanding that humans have a culmination of meaning. This translates into "Death" as he tries to shoo intellectuals away from the notion that paper represents the human being verbatim. In his opinion, to have such a visceral reaction to text and to paste assumptions to a man without knowing him is downright irresponsible when the author's intent may have meant something completely different than those of his readers and critics. Roland also admits that if not for interpretation, a piece of literature would not truly exist because written work thrives on word of mouth and nuances actual and perceived. In this respect, he values the connotations seen from his readers over his critics, (which, inside of an argument, could be accounted for a bad sport/defense mechanism), in that they do not judge the book from its cover.
In a more recent example of content verses creator is Gregg Michael Gillis of critically acclaimed/defamed, one man band Girl Talk. The Pennsylvanian DJ is a mash-up man who pairs current pop hits with songs of yesteryear and turns the volume up to eleven. The devotees believe that Gillis creates a fantasy world where all types of music are to be consumed and celebrated. The opposition complain that the songs lose their essence and just contribute to a big ball of noise and nothingness. Listening to these songs of songs, one can dance on both sides of the fence because clearly Gillis loves music and anyone can appreciate that but on the other hand, some tracks could seem a little sadistic in that parts of familiar hooks are either refused the right to play out or are looped until an audience will aim for the kill. This poses the question, "Is Gregg Gillis out to annihilate or harmonize music as we know it?" Only time will tell.
Following our feet to that destination unknown, we will, of course, travel through desolate lands of pixels and phalluses. With the rise of the blogger comes all kinds of voices once unheard, (some for good reason), and unmentioned. These precious posters and diligent dorks seem to empty their head of all content and drip their streams of consciences all over their monitors and send it off to anybody out there who will have a look or a listen. Take for example these "surf clubs" like nastynets.com or doublehappiness.ilikenicethings.com where there is a random assortment of inside jokes and blatant crudeness that anyone could understand; one could wonder what the point was and later if they even really cared. Sites like these either exist to annoy those who stumble upon them or more likely to communicate with others like themselves in underground quarters, (i.e. a digital 'indie' watering hole). Another example of this type of scene, but pushed to the extreme is w33d.tumblr.com (created by a SAIC grad student). The site is an ode to the groin and marijuana and it includes a special section for 'dick art' and an emoticon flips visitors off on the front page. Anarchy in the U.S.A? Eh...
