35th Post October 2006

Friday, October 06, 2006
The dim between black and white
Current mood: chipper
Category: Art and Photography

I can't tell is this what I am supposed to do. Give more literally of my time and my space, or to not give it and gain happiness doing what I REALLY want to do... which allows me later to give more of my happy heart.
I am caught lately with that. What is more true? Giving to people because one wants to be nice and not selfish and thinks one is "supposed" to. Or not doing that and instead doing EXACTLY what makes one so happy in a moment, so that later one can spread some inward-found joy around.
Hmmmm.
A part of me feels these tiny little jabbing tears. And Fall is sort of glowing in the morning. It is strange to be fulfilled by this gift of love and by my life. It is strange to not need anything so desperately like I once did for so long. It is strange indeed to be happy. It is much harder to write certain things of broken hearts when one no longer is in battle about them. I don't care, if I have to make up stories, I will write until I die about the fight that I have had , and I will accentuate and emphasize in the end.... happiness. They said " it is misery that makes a true artist", as the saying goes that I always hated.

Why wouldn't I hate a saying that proclaimed that in order for me to stay an artist I had to stay miserable sad and desperate or breaking? I never, never, believed it. And you know what, it is only true of the semi-artists. See a semi-artist is a person who is only creative or thoughtful when the drama of negative events sound him off. But when the semi-artist is happy he is not creative any longer, or it runs low in him.... Why? Because he is NOT a true artist. The TRUE ARTIST maintains all times their creative flow without end... in both situations. Its like how the 5:00 news only says bad shit... because if it says too much good shit the ratings go down. why? BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE BORING... and they get bored unless terrible things make them not bored. I say... THAT's boring! A true artist can maintain inspiration cloud-like full of rain or full of shine... see?
True artist..... true hope.... true wistful
I could name a few
William Blake
Walt Whitman
Ghosties are in this house with me



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micilín


Laughing Song
by William Blake.
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"

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Posted by micilín on Oct 11, 2006 4:26 AM
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Robin

perhaps to be a good artist is to be able to communicate some thing. If someone is not in a good place with themselves it can be really difficult to communicate effectively.
I think that happiness with our own life makes a good artist and that to be happy with our own lives we have to do what we want, what we know is best for us, doing good for others can so often not really be good.
Do what you want, continue communicating beautifuly.


Posted by Robin on Oct 11, 2006 11:24 PM
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Adie the Beatty

Thank you for your true advice. I see how those who give out of kindness, but perhaps a little too much too often, and for just a smidge of the wrong reasons, can become embittered in their lives. Our time here is so very precious, one must choose so carefully how to spend it. I think you are rewarded greater if ALL OF YOUR HEART AND LOVE is wrapped into the things you give, not even a speck of obligation. Have a glory-full day, dear.

Posted by Adie the Beatty on Oct 12, 2006 8:07 AM