Reflections from 80 years back

December 9, 2012

I recently discovered Anais Nin.  It’s beyond cool and totally reassuring to hear my own thoughts reflected by someone who was born in the early 1900’s.  Too bad she isn’t here to have a cup of coffee with today.

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears

 like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”  Anais Nin (The Diary of Anais Nin, Volume I)

A Betrayal of All Perfection

November 24, 2012

ANDREW GALLIX

David Foster Wallace, “David Foster Wallace on ‘The Nature of Fun’,” The Guardian Friday 16 November 2012 [extract from Both Flesh and Not]

…The damaged-infant trope is perfect because it captures the mix of repulsion and love the fiction writer feels for something he’s working on. The fiction always comes out so horrifically defective, so hideous a betrayal of all your hopes for it — a cruel and repellent caricature of the perfection of its conception — yes, understand: grotesque because imperfect. And yet it’s yours, the infant is, it’s you, and you love it and dandle it and wipe the cerebrospinal fluid off its slack chin with the cuff of the only clean shirt you have left because you haven’t done laundry in like three weeks because finally this one chapter or character seems like it’s finally trembling on the edge of coming together and working…

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against the current

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archaic

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Get it?!

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“Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all” Alfred Lord Tennyson


Keeping it real

November 13, 2012

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Loneliness bridging the gap to passion

November 13, 2012

“Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”  David Foster Wallace

This is such an honest and relatable statement for me.  It is personal and intuitive.  Until very recently, I was too proud, afraid, insecure, and dishonest to admit that I was lonely.  Now, although still difficult to cope with sometimes, I find myself craving loneliness.  Nothing encourages me to seek out and stimulate those things that I am passionate about quite like the feeling of being lonely.  Being lonely forces you to reflect and it also stimulates growth.