Series; Supportive Network of Humans. (N.Young) "How Could People/So unkind?"
- May 9, 2015
- 2 min read
Authors are human beings. Some can be support. All can be teachers exposing where one is, positioning ideas in areas before the reader to think, act, progress, grow, reinforce and support ideas. No blind faith. Subjective truth to a neare objective truth. Like a chaplain once told me; No enemies, no friends, only teachers. What I am not. What I am. What I am. No slf-pity. Free of Baggage of any Duress. Motivation is by will? An author is an author. Writer/writer/feeling/thinking/cognitive/emotion/mood/provocative thought manifested.
I am a writer. It happened when? At 6000 standard pages, at my first book completed, in the midst, in the mind, a legend marginally in my own mind, er, ... time? Lol? I t happened. I got indoctrinated when I found myself in virtually an artis colony of sorts and felt comfortable, ... this is where I want to be? Create one, if you are not in one, find one, be.
Maybe it was when I read jungle books. Maybe Doyle/Sherlock Holmes, comics, heard Beat poetry for the first time, when "I was a chocolate bar in my father's back pocket" (Laurie Anderson), it was when I read Nabokov's works (partial list), was fascinated by Nabokov's cousin's friend for Easter/Pesach/Thanksgivings in my adulthood, read BE Ellis, D. Couplehand, got a high from seeing Vancouver film school ads, NYC film schools, in the sixties visiting my aunt in Indianapolis and Vonnegut Jr., standing strong for creativity at crucial times, protesting the Vietnam War/Conflict, May Fourth confirmation, holding back all the wrongs til the page, wanting to, doing things, worth writing about, sophomoric philosophicval bull sessions and philosophy "101," Hillel, "culminating" confirmation w/ Unitarian Universalism, boldly saying no, dialgues and prspectives w/ a need to be expressed, helping society seeing wrongs, rights? Humanism, humanitarianism, humanist, change, animal, barbarism oppressing, John Lennon Imagine, Neil Young writing, Dylan and love/hate/cusps of meaning, zenness, Ghandi's presence/mention/timing, long walks, the imaginary long walks that never happened/happened. Choose life. A talented musician/woman died this week, my Mom's cousin. It is a jungle, only the illusion of evolution and Darwinism gone awry survived, and emotional freed and resiliency surfaced w/ the sun surely sinking down. Nihilism almost was justified. Freedom from escaping from freedom, ceative licensure, fill in th e blanks/sentence completion.
Punctuation marks, another one, a pause in the reading between paragraphs, lives, after everyone, thing, a move to progress/developing talent more, backing off, putting it down on manifested destiny, "the page." "A day in the life."
Who wants to be a flunk-out at the Maharashi Institute, "University w/out Walls," a moment in time, the big dissertaion/thesis defense "Being in the Moment" and saying forty years later, "I could have been somebody then." ??? Who? Be the moment in time, time "to give what's mine." (Neil Young) "Over" w/ May Fourth 2015, Able, Baker, Charles, Bird Dog 19, Coming Home to the Blog.
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