Comments on: The Road, The Sea, and My Three-Pound Brain http://artofstarving.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/the-road-the-sea-and-my-three-pound-brain/ Art, Culture, and Politics Fri, 04 Dec 2009 05:17:16 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: tipota http://artofstarving.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/the-road-the-sea-and-my-three-pound-brain/#comment-1087 tipota Fri, 03 Jul 2009 20:03:51 +0000 http://artofstarving.wordpress.com/?p=1042#comment-1087 i can relate to those rituals especially the way it is written opens thought and releases sparklings for me because it is so unique the way the words are put-placed-chosen however it happens and to whatever it is that makes one image rather than another appear in the work- and how the work creates itself in a way i totally get that, but it does all come out whole somehow also i have to align myself with the idea of escape or avoidance of control when it isnt needed. i mean sometimes it is, needs to come into play for various reasons but the pure primal thingamajig doesnt ask for control and so it gets freedom, better, but that doesnt mean it loses anything in the discernment of quality department. i guess i am saying there is a mix and sometimes its just right the way it works. i can relate to those rituals especially the way it is written opens thought and releases sparklings for me because it is so unique the way the words are put-placed-chosen however it happens and to whatever it is that makes one image rather than another appear in the work-
and how the work creates itself in a way i totally get that, but it does all come out whole somehow
also i have to align myself with the idea of escape or avoidance of control when it isnt needed. i mean sometimes it is, needs to come into play for various reasons but the pure primal thingamajig doesnt ask for control and so it gets freedom, better, but that doesnt mean it loses anything in the discernment of quality department. i guess i am saying there is a mix and sometimes its just right the way it works.

]]> By: artofstarving http://artofstarving.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/the-road-the-sea-and-my-three-pound-brain/#comment-1086 artofstarving Fri, 03 Jul 2009 18:24:29 +0000 http://artofstarving.wordpress.com/?p=1042#comment-1086 Thanks, Tipota. Truth be told there are many rituals I can't do without, that just seemed to be the one to write about right then. There's also the ritual of swabbing up my thoughts and squeezing them out onto wet lace that tears in the slightest breeze. Sometimes I can't tell if I eventually get to a point where it all makes sense and I'm glad that in some way, somewhere, something did for you. I should be in better control of my work but often it dictates where the stories go and not me, and they tend to know more than me. Trusting that is one of the hardest things about this little pursuit of ours, I reckon. Thanks for reading as always. Your advice and comments are always helpful. :) Thanks, Tipota.

Truth be told there are many rituals I can’t do without, that just seemed to be the one to write about right then. There’s also the ritual of swabbing up my thoughts and squeezing them out onto wet lace that tears in the slightest breeze.

Sometimes I can’t tell if I eventually get to a point where it all makes sense and I’m glad that in some way, somewhere, something did for you. I should be in better control of my work but often it dictates where the stories go and not me, and they tend to know more than me. Trusting that is one of the hardest things about this little pursuit of ours, I reckon.

Thanks for reading as always. Your advice and comments are always helpful. :)

]]> By: tipota http://artofstarving.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/the-road-the-sea-and-my-three-pound-brain/#comment-1085 tipota Fri, 03 Jul 2009 13:47:53 +0000 http://artofstarving.wordpress.com/?p=1042#comment-1085 'what's the one ritual you cant do without' i find to be a profound question. i was reading this, it was late, i was sitting there staring into space for a while after i read it, then i got up and wandered away, still thinking, then i kept thinking but went to do something else and left the page open and forgot it was open and then came back the next day and it was still open and now i'm writing to tell you about it. each time i read it more emerges, its large and melding, it is like a synopsis of an epic, not really, that isnt exactly it, not sure what it is, the flow the sense of time slowing, the pictures painted with the words, not sure, but it all works for me, i mean it is great writing ‘what’s the one ritual you cant do without’ i find to be a profound question.
i was reading this, it was late, i was sitting there staring into space for a while after i read it, then i got up and wandered away, still thinking, then i kept thinking but went to do something else and left the page open and forgot it was open and then came back the next day and it was still open
and now i’m writing to tell you about it.
each time i read it more emerges, its large and melding, it is like a synopsis of an epic, not really, that isnt exactly it, not sure what it is, the flow the sense of time slowing, the pictures painted with the words, not sure, but it all works
for me, i mean it is great writing

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