Archive for August, 2012

willpower

Aug 19 2012 Published by under Uncategorized

sometimes to an outsider observing a special personality, the celebrity lifestyle seems effortless, even ideally suited to that individual; but as in so many things reality may contradict appearance. Jane, a screen siren of overwhelming popularity, was privately experiencing aspects of her emotional life as increasingly difficult in proportion to the growth of her fame. as her performances became ever more astonishing to her audiences she had appeared to become ever more beautiful, until surrounded by cameras and columnists she ascended to that apparently perfect radiance which appears only very rarely, perhaps once in a generation. and in the great celebration of the technical genius of her art, even she felt that she must certainly be one of those unusually fortunate beings who have obtained all that life can offer. but she had to be so painstakingly careful now, of the movements of her body, lest some little jerk of the wrist or bobble of the head alert a more suspicious observer to the fact that for some time, Jane had been a marionette.

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recluse

Aug 19 2012 Published by under Uncategorized

“The writer is either a practicing recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one; or both. Usually both.”

– Susan Sontag

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on what he gives us

Aug 17 2012 Published by under Uncategorized

“Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.”

– Tom Stoppard

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tale formerly attributed to guatama buddha

Aug 17 2012 Published by under Uncategorized

once there lived in the forest a hermit and a hare. they survived on water and plants. one year there was a long drought. the water dried up and the plants withered away, so the hermit determined to return to the city. the night before he planned to leave, the hare lay down on their fire. “do not abandon your retreat,” shrieked the burning animal, “consume my body that you might be sustained!” moved, the hermit offered a prayer of thanks to the heavens, before butchering and eating his immolated companion. but for many months the hare had been secretly gorging on hatred for the weak and unworthy hermit, and had made his own flesh toxic through this evil nourishment, so that the hermit was fatally poisoned and suffered an agonised death writhing in isolation. this story is symbolic of the fact that the world is basically malevolent.

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darkness

Aug 06 2012 Published by under Uncategorized

the greatest value of the active highly creative imagination will be found by those who possess it to be the construction of narrative for personal amusement. there need never for these individuals be a boring moment, with this facility available to satisfy any vacuum. and such had always been the case for John, an otherwise unremarkable creature with this single secret talent. his lackluster days were consoled in the promise of those golden moments after turning out the light when he would close his eyes and allow his mind to expand outward and wander the world. let loose it would seize upon the unlikeliest of elements and weave them together in unexpected ways, delighting him in the magic of connection, before lulling him to a special wonderland of dream. but imaginations will have their own ways and one lonely evening the creative tendrils rather than reaching outward turned inward, collapsing on themselves and consuming their own filaments, and j’s self, the lamp, the bed, the desk, the chair, all that was in the room torn into this insatiable vortex, the house next door and the cat down the street, city university and singapore africa america, the world a black hole

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