hey there,
not sure what I'm going to write about but wanted to say hello out there. Am working on some writing again, which is good and walked through a pretty dark week after feeling very grateful and light the week before. Am doing a kind of experiment, which is to not force myself out of this space but instead allow it to be and see what happens. And even though feeling weirdly vague and unfocused not hopping into some kind of organizing and self-exhoration routine...seeing what emerges organically. I'm afraid of course that I will fall into some kind of morass and never come out but we'll see. So far, seeing some interesting results, some rigid ideas being exposed as such and some writing coming into clearer focus tho glacially slowly. I would like for once to not have the sneaking suspicion I'm doing work of whatever kind, including creative, to just get out of a funk. Maybe that's too purist of me, don't know.
Anyway, if any of you out there have any experience of this kind of experiment, I'd like to know of it. And what, if anything came out of it or if you gave in and fed the hungry ghosts of Puritan Work Ethic or Ideas of What One Should Be...etc. I'd love to stop feeling like food for the undead, if you know what I mean. I've even had good work come out of me, but I still feel I could go deeper, get to something better by sticking with this somewhat dour experiment.
Or am I just nuts?
Could be.
Also, a shout out to Japan and all the poor people who are suffering or have died and hoping that after this the Japanese will finally be done with nuclear energy. Of all people, you'd think they would not have drunk the kool-aid on that one after WWII and all. Dear God. As Oppenheimer himself said 'I am become death the destroyer of worlds.' Indeed.
On the other hand, the other lesson from all this is even more simple: prepare all you like, be a wealthy nation and still you are powerless over forces larger than yourself. Someday I will learn to accept this for real and at that moment I will become happy.
peace out and all that kinda thing.
A series of anonymous rants, raves, dreams, nightmares, thoughts, beliefs, loves, hates and general stuff about living life on the edge of global capitalism being a transcendental existentialist artist writer bi-continental long term sober alcoholic addict and survivor of every known kind of abuse (like so many)…in other words: life with no windshield. Come on in, you’re welcome here whoever you are, there’s a cool wind blowing and you can feel Everything.
Welcome
This is an anonymous blog and you are invited to comment anonymously on it. You can subscribe if you wish or follow anonymously as well. This is to invite as much honesty as possible from me and you, an open sharing less concerned with performing than listening, communicating, opening to ourselves and each other.
No comments:
Post a Comment