You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you?
UNDERSTAND THAT REDIRECTING CIVILIZATION is a major undertaking. You can write volumes about it and who will listen? But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn. You know that.|
My question would be, do you mean my art? If so I have a couple paintings that I enjoyed working on.
The birds were on my balcony in Tehran and the mountain in the background is Damavand, and the grapevine is very old from a village wall.
The end of the Mayas is the moment their world would change forever.
These paintings are acrylic on canvas, about 2’x3; the shapes are cropped due to image restrictions in WDC. But putting photos into a blog is cool!
Of the artists of the world, I love all of it and have no favorites.
Prompt: "Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."
George Bernard Shaw Do you agree?
I don’t think I agree with George’s statement. Some people really have to find themselves. Actually most young teens certainly have to face that struggle. And who’s to help? Their parents? Their friends, if they have any close ones. Their teachers, if they’re lucky. And then there’s experiences both good and bad.
I also see smart and clever individuals who have created a persona. Maybe bold and aggressive, maybe cool or sexy, super moms or dads, the exceptional athlete. It goes on and on. But who are they really? We know they have fears and insecurities well hidden. How often have you heard, “She’s actually a pretty nice person, once you get to know her.” Or, “He’s not like that really. He just has a hard time meeting new people.”
If a person is honest with self and feels comfortable, is that created? Is a personality something that evolves over time and without conscious thought created? Is a person who’s ego drives them to behave in a certain way (good or bad) doing it without knowing? Are they disconnected from self?
I believe some folks stumble along through life never knowing who they really are or could be. They eat, sleep, watch television and their iPhone if they’re lucky to have those amenities.
People that are hungry and worried about when they’re going to eat again have a different perspective on life. All the millions who live in poverty with kids spend little time worrying about finding themselves, other than into a different situation. Some become very strong, knowledgeable, loving individuals, and they didn’t create it or plan it that way. Go figure.
We’re all born with the raw materials. After that it is a puzzle to solve.
How’s your puzzle?...>>>iggy
Prompt: Trees: We get many material uses out of trees. Are there any other intangible, artistic, or philosophical uses of them that come to your mind?
This a repost of an old blog because it says what I wanted for this one.
When I was writing Tears of the Willow, I lived in Ridgeway, Ontario. Just down the road there was a huge Willow tree fed by an irrigation ditch. The tree grew right beside the road. I could stand on the bridge and touch some of the lower branches. It became a habit to walk down and visit that old tree every day I was at home writing. It became the symbol for my book.
There is something eternal and extremely powerful with the spirit of these old living creatures that must stand in one place observing all that passes by and goes on around their ever expanding trunk.
When I lived on a mountain in Wyoming, there was one of the very old, original Lodge-pole Pines that survived numerous forest fires that destroyed almost all of those trees. It was so big, I could only reach about one-third of the way around it. I used to walk down and give it a hug every few days. Again so ancient and enduring. It's still there as I'm sure the Willow is still gracefully draped over the ditch after returning after another difficult winter of snow and ice.
In Belize we still have some of the Royal Palms that grow very tall and elegant. Some planted, I'm sure by some of the original settlers. The buildings may have disintegrated to rot and insects, but the trees on the impressive entrance still survive.
It is very humbling to realize the uncounted years of human existence these very long-lived entities have patiently observed and silently endured.
Long live the trees! >>>iggy
Prompt: Rebecca Solnit says: “Writing is saying to no one and to everyone the things it is not possible to say to someone. Or rather writing is saying to the no one who may eventually be the reader those things one has no someone to whom to say them.” Do you think she is referring to writing in relation to solitude? What do you think on the subject where your writing is concerned?
I think Ms. Solnit is writing to express herself with no intention or concern that anyone might or should read what she has written. It is purely self-expression. If there is stuff in your head that needs to get out, writing it down often helps clarify and resolve some of the concerns. Writing for self can also be a simple exercise in writing. Training your brain to express using language that makes sense.
Look at what people do with journals and diaries. They write to keep a record of their daily life and thoughts with no intention that anyone else would read them. I have maybe forty years of journals. It's better than my brain for remembering where and when and who. Before digital media it was all hand written in books that are too heavy to carry around now, so they sit in a trunk in far-off Wyoming.
I have used automatic writing for many years to see what's there. And a great deal of the images and concepts of my novels started from those early writing. And many of the characters evolved out of the automatic stuff. That's definitely writing in solitude, but with no plan or conscious intent. Just being relaxed enough to do that---without trying to judge or direct the stream, can be very difficult. As soon as you do, the automatic part evaporates. It is a different kind of discipline. I guess like a form of meditation.
So, is it a form of channeling from another dimension, from another part of my soul, from another layer within my own mind? I don't know. But it works for me.
Prompt: Create something with an unwise owl, a disloyal dog, a demanding cat, a slow rabbit and a fast turtle.. story, poem, make it yours.
ACROSS A SHORT-CUT LAWN
The slow rabbit hopped deliberately,
Barely half-an-inch above the short-cut lawn,
Mowed and trimed and watered liberally,
To reach the patch of carrots before the dawn.
The unwise owl observed the rabbit’s progress
Wondering at the reason why,
The bunnie’s slowness might be less,
If he were to flap his longish ears and fly.
Across the neat and short-cut lawn,
Another creature flashed with speed,
To reach the patch before the dawn,
A surprise to see the fast turtle’s lead.
On the sidewalk beside the lawn,
A disloyal dog pulled off his leash,
The fragile leather he had gnawed,
To break and run and never cease.
The disloyal dog chased the cat,
And stumbled over the turtle speeding,
and fell headlong into the rabbit’s lap,
To disrupt the race that he’d been leading.
To the utter amusement of the demanding cat,
The rabbit flapped his ears in high frustration,
To see a dog rolling end to end and landing flat,
On his carrot of choce a cruel tantalization.
The unwise owl was deeply fasincated,
By the how the accident changed his perception,
As the fast turtle rushed past unabated,
And the chase continued without interuption.
The rabbit still got his carrot to munch,
The turtle out of sight and very much long gone,
The dog getting winded and worried for lunch,
And the cat strutting across the well-kept short-cut lawn.
Peace and Love...>>> iggy
Do you have any suggestions to keep our blogging on track? I know some of you are not in summer right now but you probably have the same fatal attraction with real life... as those of us here in the states. Help, what works for you?
I worry about all this stuff all the time. How do you make a difference?
This is a society that is absolutely addicted to entertainment. Did you know that the average American spends more than 10 hours a day plugged in to some form of media. Are those minds being directed to a certain track? What kind of influence is being exerted on teenagers and bored adults? I see SMS being changed into live video, instantly transferred. What kind of content is in that? Do you know?
Once upon a time, we were one of the most loved nations on the entire planet.
Now we are one of the most hated. Bloggers might research and comment on that idea.
“The debt-fueled prosperity that so many of us take for granted is about to come to a screeching halt, and we are about to enter the hardest times that any of us have ever known. And I am not just talking about economics either.” How close is that prediction to your current reality?
People who have already done the research say, “We are about to enter a “perfect storm” that is going to shake this country in just about every possible way that it can be shaken. So I hope that you will truly savor this summer – days like this will not come around again any time soon. What about summer now compared to summer ten-years ago?
What is the true state of the United States of America? They keep talking about the American Sheeple and when they might wake up. Narrow it down to your life, your community, your neighborhood. When did you wake up? That's worth about ten blogs.
If you are plugged into blogging---give it value, move beyond entertainment and amusement. If you are in Canada or Europe there are more challenges. Change is happening all around us.
Peace and Love...>>>iggy
That’s a prompt for a pop-fiction short story.
Well, the first thing that happened was waking up from a nightmare at 3AM. I dreamed about faceless men wearing glowing, lavender shirts pretending to be business men. They were moving around, looking important, only accomplishing nothing. Woke up and could not go back to sleep. What kind of nightmare was that?
Then the power went out for one third of the country, so I lost the Internet. That pretty much isolates me out in my jungle estate where I am house-sitting. The house is huge and the trade winds are howling at the wooden louvers. Next it rained, which cooled it off, but raised the humidity.
When the sun came up, I looked around and for sure it is not Oz. It is a lush, green jungle with coconut palms, flowering trees, and banana palms all around the Wind Song House. The three dogs greet me with wagging tails and wet tongues.
I take my walking stick and enjoying the warm, morning sunshine, follow the electric power line the quarter-mile out to the meter box to make sure it was not our line that the wind took down. All is good. One of the dogs jumped the fence to come find me and escort me back to the house.
After lunch the power came back on so I can post this now. So much for not being in Oz, but I love where I am.
Peace and Love...>>>iggy
Prompt: Which good memories are better-the recent and vivid ones or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
I don’t have a problem with any of my memories except resenting the military for drafting me at age 22.
HOWEVER, there are thousands of combat veterans who suffer from PTSD and I pray their memories could be covered in a sweet haze. I know they are not, except with drugs or alcohol. Time does not help and they face it everyday.
I have no more to say about that...>>>iggy
Prompt: Sense of Humor
“Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance.”
Do you use that comedic view for the ills in your life? And how successful is it?
When certain people take themselves too seriously, they need a good dose of humor to balance them out. I’m afraid my humor can get quite sarcastic.
The idea of a ‘spiritual distance’ is foreign to me. If anything, I would want a more spiritual closeness---and that can easily include humor. But then you realize that ‘spiritual’ can mean many different things to each person.
I also have questions about ‘ills in my life’. That seems a very negative way to look at problems that happen. I do know people that carry around a bag of their ‘ills’ to list in great detail if you dare ask, “How are you doing?” Their negative energy sends me running.
Now, do I have a sense of humor? Yes, for sure. But I don’t tell jokes---I never can remember them. I love hearing jokes or reading them, but once I’ve laughed, they’re usually forgotten. My best novel characters have a sarcastic sense of humor. Funny how that works out. I loved Don Rickles, he was so clever and could get away with saying just about anything. Joan Rivers was another. I also love the gentle humor of Betty White. These folks make fun of reality with such skill.
Do you think artists should connect with their fans via social media or leave up the wall between performer and audience?
If ALL ARTISTS were exactly the same, you could have some kind of general rule about privacy or transparency. HOWEVER, no two artists are the same.
Some artists are private. Their work is highly personal and perhaps emotional. You can see it (their art), admire it, buy it, but you cannot know about the person who created it.
Some artists are almost totally a creation of the social media. Their image is everywhere, what they wear, who they have dinner with, the scandals, the intrigues of who their next lover will be. All of it is part of social media. And some are multi-millionaires because of this exposure. Others are just laughed at and they soon disappear.
Did you notice how real news has merged into social media to the point where they are indistinguishable. Of course it’s not surprising, all of it is produced and edited and presented by the same few giant corporations. It really blurred when Facebook began featuring the news networks.
Now you could say that social media is THE MEDIA of our world.
Is this illusion complete enough for you?
Where is the reality? >>>iggy