Saturday, July 7, 2007
There is nothing left to say!
One view on the belief-outlining essay.....that's why people don't write on beliefs and persuasions anymore-- at least not widely. (LJ and other projects being a sort of deviation. Heh.) Everything has already been said for them. It's like convenient shopping. Pick your stance on anything! Religion, government, human & animal rights, sociopolitical issues, sex, drugs, capitalism, meat in a can... there's already a written statement-- probably a good thousand-- available on every aspect of every topic imaginable. Ask someone where they thought the government should be headed during the 2000 election, and they'd likely just reiterate plans by their candidate of choice. Maybe even hand over some xeroxed propaganda. It doen't matter because the views are one in the same. Just less work & conveniently packaged for the average citizen. Like cheez-whiz. (Damn it! Every time I hear "cheez whiz" I think of fecking Bryan Erikson. And then pork rinds.) That brings us to the question: who had the ideas first? No one knows. They're passed on and on indefinitely, shifting slightly and revised for particular purposes. -------Besides, I already have extensive conversations about these issues with people I know. I read up on it and rant & rave mentally & verbally like anyone else. Why do I need to clutter the written world with even more bitching and rehashed verbatim, especially when it's already been said & ten times more eloquently? It's not laziness or amotivation... just that the need doesn't seem readily present. Time better spent on other things, seemingly... less on my shoulders.... not proud of it. It's probably always been like that. Few produce. I don't know. Just the way things have been skewed today. Kind of like staggering across the ice and completely eating shit in the parking lot after class, with a bag full of 20 pounds of STUFF landing on top of me and almost getting run over by thee go-tard van. I'm like a bad comic book character. Stupid random off-the-wall things keep happening but NONE OF IT IS AMUSING. Then I'd get cancelled after two issues and the creator would be workin' the corner for cans of fruit cocktail $1.99 and massive kicks... the suckers with tequila worms inside. I remember those. The ghetto convenience store in the town where I grew up always had them at the counter. They were... like... WOW. Utmost fascination. Mealy. I wasn't brave enough to inquire.And then---- after coming home and instantly flying out to the mailbox, receiving nothing but more goddamn advertisements (i.e. no subconscious special sauce) I cracked my hand against the door frame and have been feeling it ever since. Owwwww... I was all set to complete some half-finished drawings, but I can't even manipulate a pencil. I think everything's still in once piece, just momentarily fucked. At least I hope that's all it is. Maybe it'll stop hurting if I drink some more.
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Rock! Reply in coming. I've been short on time tonight. :/
i suppose i could comment on that, but i'm sure someone else has said far more eloquaintly than me. so instead, here's a screen still from Who's the Boss.
It seemed like I was on to something at the time... um.I hate this thing. No, really!
i like that still.why is she sucking her finger? is that the crazy oversexed mother-in-law? i like absinthes journal
"there is one other thing you need to know... when you have expressed yourself to the fullest, then and only then will it dawn on you that everything has already been expressed, not in words alone but in deed, and that all you really need do is say amen!"-- Henry Miller (from Big Sur And The Oranges Of Hyronymus Bosh)"we are drowning in information and starving for knowledge."---- I can't remember.
I hate this thing. No, really!hah. i thought it was nice and ironic in a way. you know. writing a little essay about how writing essays on stuff is pointless, because there is most likely another essay out there on thee topic that does it more justice. and there you are writing an original essay (or at least opting not to quote another essay on thee topic at hand.)[this all made sense when i sat down to write it out, i must declare that something was most likely lost in thee translation]and to quote someone who did say it better, well more paraphrase since i don't feel like rummaging through the book to find it in exactness, i believe george orwell, in 1984, said something to thee degree ov "the best books aren't ones that tell you something new, rather ones that reflect and restate what you already know." which is true. too often people are lead to feel alienated and alone or disgruntled, because they can't express how they feel, and think that only they feel that way, thusly, thee need ov artists and such to express themselves, and help others express themselves via their art. this is sounding all too like a motivation speaker for my likings, so i must cease! i think i said what i wanted to say. maybe.
Ah! Definitely. It makes complete sense. I like that chain of thought. I might have formed the entire tirade better (although not as nicely-put as Orwell or-- mentioned below-- Miller) had I been... uh... completely sober. (Alcohol ist bad. Ugh. No more.) Just a running idea that ended up in mealworm country.
LIKE it?Care to take over? :D
oherm..sorry...i LOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVE ya journal.it makes me squirm in ecstacy!!!!
mnemosyne was the name of my last novel!
what was it about?????
it was about my mother.
*gasp*Miller reference! Yus! The irony of using a quote to sum up absy's thoughts aside, Miller's fascination with the all-encompassing, the fact that the totality of existance is contained in every single instant is just one of the reasons why he's my favourite author. Gack! Now I'm tempted to go back to reading "Sexus" instead of books for class.
Thou rockest. Random thoughts:When you're drowning in the sea of filler that the majority of communication bandwidths are increasingly beginning to resemble, the need to speak, the need to put down that which is seems all the more vital. Cripes, I sound like a member of some preservationist society. You write, sing, speak to remember who you are. It is only once you cease to do these things that you truly fail to exist. It doesn't really matter whether the ideas are "yours" or not, they represent something about you (your upbringing, genetic disposition, taste, whatever), since they are stored in your mind and are indicative of your experience and life. Besides, I'm not nuts about the "pure creation" idea.Here's Miller (again) making use of Rimbaud (thee greatest poet ever):"Just lately some scholars dug up an ancient manuscript relating to prebiblical times. It had to do with the first words in Genesis about the creation of the world. In this manuscript God was said to have brought order out of chaos. This is quite different from creation. What God did was to bring about order. In other words, He did not create.That's the definition in my mind of an artist, that he is only a man who rearranges things. Arthur Rimbaud said, "No man ever created anything." Man is not a creator. All man does is turn things about, rearrange things, that's all. That's creation as far as man goes."--Henry Miller, "My Life And Times"Jorge Luis Borges sums it all up very nicely with this.Yes, I am aware of the irony of using someone else's words to illustrate a point at this juncture. Shaddup.
random quotes right back at ya!"In addition to all th other problems he has to cope with, the artist has to wage a perpetual struggle to fight free. I mean, to find a way out of the senseless grind which daily threatens to annihilate all incentive."- henry miller"I think that in such moments we are trying to tell ourselves what we have long known but ever refuse to accept- that living and dying are one, that all is one, and it makes no difference whether we live a day or a thousand years."-h.m"when the personality liqufies, so to speak, as it does so deliciously in dream, and the very nature of ones being is alchemized, when form and substance, time and space become yielding and elastic, responsive and obedient to ones slightest wish, he who awakens from his dream knows beyond all doubt that the imperishable soul which he calls his own is but a vehicle of this eternal element of change"-Henry Miller"Some will say they do not wish to dream their lives away. As if life itself were not a dream, a very real dream from which their is no awaking! We pass from one state of dream to another; from the dream of sleep to the dream of waking, from the dream of life to the dream of death."- Henry Miller
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