A human prerequisite is enduring and contending with persistent detours of the mind and body.
Heraclean tasks of the modern world.
1. Capture any solution and wrestle it into reality.
4. Recognize a nihilistic response and remove the physical challenge that is begging to be violated.
5. Bend two wrongs to make a right.
6. Scare a murder of crows away with extraordinary music.
7. Focus your aggressive, uncontrollable humor on a mirror forcing it to reveal itself.
12. Use a gift as a great persuader.
Labels: 'Chance Neglected'
I do not remember changing the oil in my car in my 20s.
meaningless forced social interaction
appreciation / care / gratitude / compassion
That is: The compassionate moment.
I often miss the compassionate moment to be kind and helpful.
Because of fear, rejection, pick any human condition on this side of the scale - I look away, and steer away - instead of walking into someone's life for that moment of need. Simply - how often do we ask "Do you need a blanket?" - and are told, “Not really." Instead of kindly gifting.
When asked "How are you?" And, we simply shrug off the kindness by saying, “I’m okay" - when it is obvious to both that something is at hand.
I believe in the practice of ebb and flow that is working within the heart of kindness, there is an easy give and take.
Coming back to Blake now and again has always been entering the slipstream. I’m remembering part of the Four Zoas written by Willi Blake, but I need to find it … I am good at drawing, also at drawing blanks.
"What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy,
And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the wagon loaded with corn.
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted,
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer,
To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs.
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements,
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan;
To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast;
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies' house;
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, and the sickness that cuts off his children,
While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers.
Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten, and the slave grinding at the mill,
And the captive in chains, and the poor in the prison, and the soldier in the field
When the shatter'd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead.
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.”
I believe this to be a confession and an apology. I think the ‘easy’ part is the believing feeling
of good when the good is going. It is in those moments we feel invincible, that the dark side of
fate cannot touch you... and in this feeling, on the other side of compassion, beware of the
revenge that may spring up that may rejoice in others pain ... “but it is not so with me”.
It is poetry, it is telescoped, this is only part of the work, there is much more...
A simple note in my apologetic conversation remorse way. Chopped up and spread over a page without much notice.
unable to refuse
Idea: There is fascination with the sacred even when it is someone else’s.
I do believe there is an aesthetic difference in essence art and personality art. The unknown always seems more mysterious than it needs to be. And when it is not on my mind, it's not mysterious at all.
Yes, that is the mood of the day. It will, as ever, make for interesting conversation.
Time is short, even though one can seem to get a lifetime of work done in an afternoon. The life times, real or imagined, stack up in the corner of my desk. It is hard to be one person when we each are so many. Funny how that time thingy expands and contracts.
Spring has the allure of what’s next. Calling you outside and looking forward. Six months later, when the leaves turn their faces down and fall helplessly there is a pulling back of energy. I notice myself going in and curling up to await the cold. Winter work is coming. I have been wading all summer in the warm sunlight, now its time to dive deep and stay under for a while. Time to create one’s own light.
It is what we do - drawn by the entanglement of the scaler wave. As energetically connected we become whatever manifests itself on paper. Something manipulates the dance of letters. Images are a code to be cracked and absorbed back into life.
Whatever you fear the most, is probably your best way to go.
- paraphrasing Joey C
- paraphrasing Joey C
And so, I’ll say it again; I am fundamentally opposed to agendas. But, I love tight deadline.
“Reason dictates that it would be a waste of effort creating something that does not at least try to be special. What wasteful force would strive to create the mediocre or even to rise toward the familiar; the comfortable past? Reason dictates that the act of creation should be approached as if drawing with infinitely valuable black ink across pages of fragile skin and that every line, every word should hold equal sway, each an integral part of the whole – a molecule in the substance of the page; a page in the book of everything.” - Garth Erickson
When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.
- Alberto Giacometti
- Alberto Giacometti
- obama • Japan
The problem turned out to be
that I was never that kind of artist.
- Todd Rundgren
Apologize, but —
I’m seeing businesses on line, in brick & mortar shops, in boxes; offering the commodity of creative. Being taught the craft of being creative. Costing and tricking people into being creative. It’s yummy time - get those creatives juices flowing = GROSS! I get that it’s a tribe. I get that some people need to be pushed into a directive. I get that some people may be busting numbers around all day, dreaming of being artistic. But, numbers and paper-work sound like a break to me! Im looking for ways to get out of being creative.
Actually that will be my next gimmick.
Ask me for an uncreative solution.
Break it completely and throw it away.
Whoa, did I just write that out loud?
Working for, working with, working through — it's all the same energy.
Just sometimes someone is looking and paying, sometime not.
If I ever felt like I didn’t have a purpose … I would need to work harder. Or, I should have chosen something I imagine to have more purpose.
We all chose what we do, and we pay for it … David Walker said something like, years age as he calmly philosopized and designed in a costume shop corner — while I wrestled a hat into submission.
-— I'm sticking to it.
-— I'm sticking to it.
- Albert Einstein
Never mistake a single mistake with a final mistake.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.- Peter S. Beagle / The Last Unicorn
Yay, for Non-Descript Robes Gender Neutral Color Bland.
A teacher in yoga-wear crashes the party in my dream. Gaining everyones attention, he begins to show us dance steps.
Soon, he becomes exasperated and angry, "Don't you know this by now?"
"You haven't taught us this, so don't expect us to be off-book."
Then I realize he doesn't belong, and I told him so.
"You are in the wrong dream, go down stairs and see if you belong there."
Angle primary. Thinking single directive.
Walking down the street I cant help my mind. It just goes there. Lengthen for X-long sleeve there — hem up a half inch — long waisted / adjust pattern —tilt hat froward.
Settle everything by throwing it all away. -Alan Watts
While dangling from a glacier, mapping her way up in to the clouds, she dropped a treasured trinket into the void of chasm. Her mind calmed, she would always know where it would be.
Finding a logic that feels like trust.
N. Gaiman walks in and has a sit. After thinking for a bit he councils me.
“You can’t do sentimental, and you definitely can’t do horror. So don't reinvent the wheel; do your drawing-words gimmick.”
Literary devices, or, when projects list themselves;
• Non-sequitur - write a story of a man flip booking through a encyclopedia or switching the screen from channel to channel at jiffy speed.
• Build a trilogy that goes together kicking and screaming.
• Arrange for someone to be in the next room trying to get all the attention.
It all seems miles away.
Life changes fast. Life changes fast. Life changes fast.
When it comes to date and time, close enough if often okay with me.
Sometimes, I do not think people need tattoos on their faces. A face is busy enough with what’s already going on. Sometimes I do.