Sunday, December 25, 2011

I keep hearing about some movie called "It's a Wonderful Life." Never seen it. Holding out for the zombie version to be released.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Pumped up Kicks (Foster the People)

Happy Christmas (by John Lennon)

Beat Down and Scarred

Society is based on control. As a system, it beats us down, keeps us in control. We work until we are numbed to our own existence. In order to survive we are quite frequently forced to die to ourselves, to deny our own basic instincts for living.

Survival instincts override the need for joy. We keep breathing, yet our lives are out of breath, run dry of our own basic vitality. Very much a zombie-syndrome society, walking about without feeling.

Our souls have become fibrous with scar tissue from repeated lashings incurred through self denial, through self deprecation.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Still Waiting for Go

There's a book I've been working on for too long, way too long. I feel I'm chasing the characters right off the stage. There they are, all doing their thing, until I show up. Whenever I attempt to put their words and actions onto paper or into the laptop, they all sit down quietly and behave. Totally not fun! Not cool! So I try to catch them off guard so they don't know I'm watching. Maybe I should pretend I'm nodding off and then listen try to listen through the wall!

Answers Not Forthcoming

All of us have paths to walk. Do we have a choice in any of it? Even the choices we make, are they ours? We think they are. Many times, though, they are predetermined for us. Let's say we're given four choices (at best). We think we choose one of them. But guess what, those four choices were usually made for us, and choosing any of them is accepting another voice's determination of the progression of things.

Stay calm. Don't get upset. Follow the rules. Do what you're told. We're raised to believe that others in authority are looking out for our best interests. Is that always true? Yes, sometimes it's true, but not always.

I've spent years trying to get my life in order. Whenever I get close, something always happens out of my control which seems to spin me backwards. It would be refreshing if to fell supported and empowered. It would be beautiful if the artistic process was fostered instead of stifled.

Proper "language" is stressed in corporate settings, with the belief that if you say things the right way, you can get people to do most anything you want them to do. When you disagree with them, the language is then turned on you, to convince you that corporate thinking knows what's best for you.

If you please, I'd rather continue to think for myself.