Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The (Lap) Dance of Creativity - NSFW

I've been dating a model recently. A mental model. We're inseparable. And so cute! We finish each other's sentences and stuff. It’s true love!  Unfortunately, I keep getting so caught up in our torrid inner love affair that I forget that my perception of the world is based largely on fictional narratives. I lose touch with the unreality of my reality.

Our conception of the universe and everything in it is like an infinite array of nested Russian sex dolls. Maybe that’s why my creative process feels like a private lap dance between my emerging work and me. Unfortunately, that amazing feeling of deep and fluid intimacy is lost when my attention is drawn to an imagined audience. "All the world's a stage," isn't just a metaphor anymore. That said, neither is, "All the world's a Surveillance State." But the first one is definitely catchier, right?

Oh my. Cleverness escapes me. I probably shouldn't have left her so oiled up last night. Knowledge grasped too tightly squirts away or chokes you silly. An unquestioned opinion is a mental straightjacket. I wish it was a gag. Strong ideas are rare and engaging. Strong opinions are common and repellent. In fact, the most universal and pervasive form of oppression is the unquestioned acceptance of our own beliefs, of that, I'm absolutely certain. Questioning my own ideas is always more enlightening than defending them. So yeah, I’m a fucking hypocrite.  Fortunately, when you change the protagonist, you change the story. So I plan to stay committed. To the change. Hopefully, not to a psyche ward. 

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