Post by Stacy on Nov 27, 2010 19:41:45 GMT -5
Crossposting from my LJ. 
Oh, and while editing the links this came up on the YouTube playlist and it is such an appropriate song.
Snow (Hey Oh) - Red Hot Chili Peppers
I have Dewey's Art as Experience but I haven't read it yet. I have read excerpts here and there on the intarwebs, and I think I'd mostly agree with the guy. I was introduced to Schopenhauer through the comments on this blog post about Dewey - Pure Experience.
Doesn't that theory remind you of my rants about people not really seeing art? Or other people? All the way back to my rants about the Sims 2 story exchange and people seeing the stories there not as art in and of itself, but as a system of personal popularity. I think that's why I never finished a Sims 2 story but I finished Valley - there wasn't an external rating system imposed on Valley. I could imagine that most of the clicks and comments were due to Valley's own worth and that people were seeing and reacting to it, not my BBS ranking or the star rating.
Which darn - reading the Wikipedia entry on Schopenhauer now and the dude was all up into Eastern philosophy. I was hoping he'd come up with his ideas about the Will and perception independently and my instant recognition of the Tao and Buddhism in his ideas was some new insight. Alas.
The Growing Edge of Things
This made me think very much of web fiction versus traditional publishing. Serials as opposed to novels presented whole and entire. Participation from readers as the work is being created. A shattering of old barriers. We certainly are denigrated and despised by the old order.
But is there anything "adventurous" in my content? I like to think so. I do not know if upper middle class highly educated men would call it adventurous, but I do.
LOL - I was just thinking and I could be all "more aesthetic than thou". I could be all "I'm so experiential that I don't even have a theory of what I'm trying to say or do - I'm just drowning in experience".
Plus if you want to talk adventurous writing - the plot of 10 is now turning upon Grace having dyed a purple streak in her hair during the summer.
The Philosophy of Shakespeare and Keats
Beauty, truth, and goodness - I really should post the essay I wrote about beauty when I was 14. Except for the part where it is painful and horrible and sucky. But still, the philosophy in it - you can see the same ideas, the same thoughts. Although I find that intense experience in nature as well as art.
I think the point of all this is that I strongly believe in art for art's sake. Not for money, not for social status, not for attracting mates, not for anything but the experience of itself, whole and entire. And that is the attitude with which I want people to approach my work. Pure and innocent and ready to step into Seth's world, not concerned about secrets or social politics or capitalist concerns about art as corporate product and how my work is devalued by being offered for free.
It always comes down to this: I give everything. And I expect everything in return. It's not a conscious expectation, but I know it's there because I am hurt when people do not read the whole story, when they come to the blog and leave without giving me a chance, when they talk down to me and pat me on the head.
I am here. I am everywhere and everything. I am the universe and the universe is me. I am Seth. I am Sarah. I am Jason. I am Lilith. I am Caitlyn. I am all of them and they are all me and I want them to be you. I want to become your characters and I want you to become mine. I want...I want connection. I want the deepest sort of connection, an ocean of being, where all is one and one is all and there are no divisions, no boundaries, and I know your emotions and thoughts and you know mine and there is chaos and stillness and movement and silence and all, all is love and hate and fire and oxygen and the wind and the rain and the burning sun and you are here and I am here and there is no there, there is only our here which is all that is.
THAT is what I want. And when I do not get it, when I get boundaries and rules and borders and bits held back and condescending pats on the head, I rage. I am Seth, alone in the silence which has no meaning and so I must start a fire to fill the void, only the void can never be filled and it is endless and it is black and it is white and it is red and it is Death and I am alone and the fire climbs higher in the night sky, higher and higher until it reaches to heaven but it finds nothing there, only the stars, cold and uncaring and so very far away.
And so I am the fire and I breathe it and it flows in my veins and I write it, I write it as hard and true as I can, so that perhaps it will get through to you. Perhaps you will feel its heat on your skin. Perhaps you will know the yawning empty nothingness. And in that knowing, you will come and I will see you and there we will be, in the water. Little droplets all on our own, but rushing down together to explode on the rocks.
And I am going to take a shower and then write 10.08 because look at what we just unlocked.
Oh, and while editing the links this came up on the YouTube playlist and it is such an appropriate song.Snow (Hey Oh) - Red Hot Chili Peppers
I have Dewey's Art as Experience but I haven't read it yet. I have read excerpts here and there on the intarwebs, and I think I'd mostly agree with the guy. I was introduced to Schopenhauer through the comments on this blog post about Dewey - Pure Experience.
Doesn't that theory remind you of my rants about people not really seeing art? Or other people? All the way back to my rants about the Sims 2 story exchange and people seeing the stories there not as art in and of itself, but as a system of personal popularity. I think that's why I never finished a Sims 2 story but I finished Valley - there wasn't an external rating system imposed on Valley. I could imagine that most of the clicks and comments were due to Valley's own worth and that people were seeing and reacting to it, not my BBS ranking or the star rating.
Which darn - reading the Wikipedia entry on Schopenhauer now and the dude was all up into Eastern philosophy. I was hoping he'd come up with his ideas about the Will and perception independently and my instant recognition of the Tao and Buddhism in his ideas was some new insight. Alas.
The Growing Edge of Things
This made me think very much of web fiction versus traditional publishing. Serials as opposed to novels presented whole and entire. Participation from readers as the work is being created. A shattering of old barriers. We certainly are denigrated and despised by the old order.
But is there anything "adventurous" in my content? I like to think so. I do not know if upper middle class highly educated men would call it adventurous, but I do.
LOL - I was just thinking and I could be all "more aesthetic than thou". I could be all "I'm so experiential that I don't even have a theory of what I'm trying to say or do - I'm just drowning in experience".
Plus if you want to talk adventurous writing - the plot of 10 is now turning upon Grace having dyed a purple streak in her hair during the summer.
The Philosophy of Shakespeare and Keats
Beauty, truth, and goodness - I really should post the essay I wrote about beauty when I was 14. Except for the part where it is painful and horrible and sucky. But still, the philosophy in it - you can see the same ideas, the same thoughts. Although I find that intense experience in nature as well as art.
I think the point of all this is that I strongly believe in art for art's sake. Not for money, not for social status, not for attracting mates, not for anything but the experience of itself, whole and entire. And that is the attitude with which I want people to approach my work. Pure and innocent and ready to step into Seth's world, not concerned about secrets or social politics or capitalist concerns about art as corporate product and how my work is devalued by being offered for free.
It always comes down to this: I give everything. And I expect everything in return. It's not a conscious expectation, but I know it's there because I am hurt when people do not read the whole story, when they come to the blog and leave without giving me a chance, when they talk down to me and pat me on the head.
I am here. I am everywhere and everything. I am the universe and the universe is me. I am Seth. I am Sarah. I am Jason. I am Lilith. I am Caitlyn. I am all of them and they are all me and I want them to be you. I want to become your characters and I want you to become mine. I want...I want connection. I want the deepest sort of connection, an ocean of being, where all is one and one is all and there are no divisions, no boundaries, and I know your emotions and thoughts and you know mine and there is chaos and stillness and movement and silence and all, all is love and hate and fire and oxygen and the wind and the rain and the burning sun and you are here and I am here and there is no there, there is only our here which is all that is.
THAT is what I want. And when I do not get it, when I get boundaries and rules and borders and bits held back and condescending pats on the head, I rage. I am Seth, alone in the silence which has no meaning and so I must start a fire to fill the void, only the void can never be filled and it is endless and it is black and it is white and it is red and it is Death and I am alone and the fire climbs higher in the night sky, higher and higher until it reaches to heaven but it finds nothing there, only the stars, cold and uncaring and so very far away.
And so I am the fire and I breathe it and it flows in my veins and I write it, I write it as hard and true as I can, so that perhaps it will get through to you. Perhaps you will feel its heat on your skin. Perhaps you will know the yawning empty nothingness. And in that knowing, you will come and I will see you and there we will be, in the water. Little droplets all on our own, but rushing down together to explode on the rocks.
And I am going to take a shower and then write 10.08 because look at what we just unlocked.