Tag: art
white knuckling
I try to write things with meaning and weight, but tonight as I have to start planning the next steps of this adventure, I need to simply offer some records. I have been writing, i have been making progress. I have no measures to know if any of it is enough. I have heard of…
“I’m taking the year off…to…um…write”
I am embarking on a strange new way of living, one that is structured only by my own self-discipline, rewarded in a currency of my own making, and with a high possibility of some type of failure. After ten years of teaching in a formal high school classroom, I am leaving behind that structure to live amongst…
rest-abundant muse
The restless muse The term ought not be restless, rather it should be rest-abundant, my muse has been dormant for too long. Now it tugs and begs and cajoles and dares me to feed it. Where once I was content to do what had to be done, my inner imp continues to berate me with…
non-failure at its finest – directly targeting prismatic failure
the Creative Time Summit: The Curriculum “At the Summit, Chief Curator Nato Thompson described this year’s theme, “the curriculum”: “It singled that which prepares a person for working, thinking, and participating as a fully developed member of society. When understood as a network of lived experiences, learned actions, and known facts, curriculum speaks to all…
an editor
I write, I rant, I offer tidbits and remains of drafts sit in folders. As I ponder more and more the act and art of writing, how to hone a habit and refine my craft, a certain truth emerges. The truth of the other person in the writing relationship, the reader. And before the reader,…
Simulacra
A post modern thinker I encountered when I had the time to meander the pathways of existential thoughts wrote on the fading reality people experience. The replacement of experiences through the five senses with simulations. Being at the concert of The Weeknd this evening brought together a disconnect with the intensity of the music, the…
recording rather than experiencing, recording in place of memory
I went out to hear music this evening, spiritual, traveling, crossing time and space music. and it struck me how many people, including myself, take flix. I call it a flix, a short little tic, a tic tic tic tock tic tock. listen listen, flix. what are we recording so much for, do we often…
collective failure 