“The more we retreat from the culture at large the more room we will have to carve out lives of meaning, the more we will be able to wall off the flood of illusions disseminated by mass culture and the more we will retain sanity in an insane world.”
— Chris Hedges
I tend to walk a fine line between retreating from popular culture and embracing it. Part of it is my upbringing. I grew up in the 60’s before I knew it was bad for you. Most nights I would spend multitasking decades before it became popular between watching tv and reading a book. I am somewhat embarrassed by the number of theme songs that have gotten stuck in my head and that I can still recall at a moment’s notice (HR Pufnstuf anyone? Of course the Sid and Marty Krofft shows nominally for kids were pretty trippy and subversive for their time.) These days I watch much less, preferring to spend my time in other ways and what I do watch is sans commercials yet I find culture to be somewhat of a double edged sword. It both influences and reflects what is going on societally today and one ignores it at his peril.
Yet that being said, I do find it possible to move in the world but not subscribe to it. Use it as a cultural barometer yet not feel obligated to let it live in my skull as it were. Where once I embraced it, I now find a quick hand shake (occasionally head shake) to be sufficient. I would rather spend my time either making art or hanging out in nature meditating or reading. Oh I am still as caught up in illusion as the rest of us but at least my illusions are mainly my own.
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Andras (#63 in Goetia Series) by G A Rosenberg
Crumpled Paper as Fractal Typography by G A Rosenberg
The art gallery page for 2015 has been updated on Waking Spirals (http://wakingspirals.me) and now has my art from February.
Please browse through and if you have an interest in purchasing any prints please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn:
From time to time my heart is like some oak
Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.”
— Arthur Rimbaud
Sometimes dreams whisper. They sneak in as memories or relatively normal conversations and then take strange turns. Sometimes they pop into my head fully formed as I get a glimpse of possible futures that I immediately want to make happen. Some become nightmares both in terms of fears that they bring out and in terms of events that happen subsequent to them. Nightmares can whisper also tho as little insecurities and doubts that echo and keep on repeating until I accept that they are there and let them pass through. The best dreams for me tho are the contagious ones where the more they are shared, the more people start dreaming and acting on those dreams. They are melodies that long for a chorus. Dreams of freedom and dreams of self-direction that fill me with hope. Of course there are silly dreams as well where someone hands me a spaghetti pizza or boiled eggs but I leave those to others to interpret.
“At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss.”
— Paulo Coelho
Caught up in the fantasy of my everyday life
I follow through with no follow through
as the hours pass on
It’s a tightrope and I balance
with no net
between my wants and what has to get done.
There’s a chasm underneath me
and I ignore so much
missing out what other people tell me
One day I may fall
but I’ll catch myself again
I love the risk involved
in reaching for my dreams
yet there’s a nightmare circling my head.
— G A Rosenberg
A bit of solo word association. A drug trip for those who use words to see what might spill out. It’s an interesting form of meditation that helps when I don’t know what to write or it feels like my brain is overfull and there is no way of communicating what lies inside.