Ahhh Artistry

[wolven7]

Jack Off Jill - [Losing His Touch]--- The other nyte, i couldn't sleep, until i had written two paragraphs of this story about New Orleans. (Gary Numan - [Exile]) It simply would NOT leave me alone. So i got up and i wrote it, and then i went to sleep. NOW the story wants me to find a way to work it into this OTHER story i have, about this guy who can't finish a story he's writing, and ends up becoming the main character from his story. Or something like that.... i think that the New thing may have to be the epilogue-Thing... hmmm... That could work.

Creativity is such a fucked up thing. Artists, writers, musicians, and even "normal" people will sometymes get an Idea, you see. This Idea will then haunt them, until they Release it, in the form of Music, or Art, or Poetry, or Story. And then there's a lull... a brief sated period... Depending on what type of person you are, this lull could last for as much as a month, sometymes YEARS... If you're a writer, however, that's your worst fear... and often fervent wish... If the stories go away, you get to sleep... But if the stories go away... Will they Come BACK?

Fuel - [Untitled]--- That's always the fear, there, you know? If you're a Creative, you don't want the Source to go away, and leave you without Story. But you want a break... you want not to have to get up in the middle of the nyte, due to Idea-induced insomnia, or III, as i'll call it, from now on.

Radiohead - [Just]--- III strikes the Creative full force, in varying levels, and intervals... and it's GREAT, cause we can get some REALLY GOOD SHIT, that way. But damn; a body's gotta sleep SOMETYME. Ah well... la la la...

At least i figured out how to end this (these) story(ies). Heheheh. Good Nyte. Dream Well.

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Typical. Selfish.

[(Anonymous)]

Quoted from Moro the wolf-goddess, AKA Gillian Anderson.

Anyway. This livejournal reminded me of my situation with THINGS.
I mentioned a few entries down that humans NEED THINGS. They need food, they need shelter, they need air, and they need THINGS.

I. Hate. Things.

I hate things because in one world I am a creature of power, with clout, with well-earned respect, and with a really big sword made of demons, still growing inside my body.
That world has no attachment to THINGS the way This does. So, basically, the love people around me have for their THINGS simply reminds me how little I fit in. Reminds me I'm not supposed to be here. I am not a creature for this place.

That's not the point. The point is this: Give THINGS away. Believe it or not, EVERYTHING can be given. I have given of my anger, my sorrow, my joy, my Magic cards, my Dreams...
You have too many dreams, Wolven? Give them away. Free them of your body and don't expect them to return. Because they won't.
But the Dreams won't run out. Trust. The End is not near, even to you, impossible as that is. Tankens is a rampant spirit with a Heart of Gold (See the symbol I've been using). This miracle has been brought to you by the makers of Tide. Waves go up, waves go down. I was particularly proud of connecting it with the moon. It was a good Idea.

tschh..

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It's not the idea, it's something you ate, a half-digested crumb and a swirl of mustard, to horribly misquote Dickens...the creative mind lives in a world that is in its entirety a stage, surrounded by a suffocation of plots, characters and scenes. The mind is just, as a general matter, closed or distracted. Knocking yourself into awareness is possible to do as a conscious matter..or one can be knocked into awareness by a particular beaut of a juxtaposition of matter and mind...but the fact is that it's very easy to anaethatize oneself consciously, or to scribble down a few notes and forget about the thing, because waking sleep is for all of us the default setting. Being haunted by an idea betrays a lack of control over one's membrane with the world..close yourself off occasionally or anything might get in...