An interpreter at work
Work isn't interesting. It's being inspired that is. To be inspired is to be called to something more challenging than what was intended.
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Work isn't interesting. It's being inspired that is. To be inspired is to be called to something more challenging than what was intended.
Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
One morning, or rather one night, a new blog was born in my little family of sites, a messed-up blog, designed to collect spelling mistakes with a ladle.
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...
Writing relieves the tension of over-thinking, stops the bleeding, cauterizes the sense, temporarily closes the still moist wound.
Sometimes it's painful... necessarily painful, referential icons. And sometimes in spite of them. All dogma stinks; not all people.
In the theater of degradation... we go to great lengths to chain together beautiful images "in homage to..." At the Generator, we put our strength into the art of creation.
Even alone, one may not be in tune with one's inner self. We are too afraid that it is a crime. Fortunately there is the mask to help us be.
There's the work that we don't do, that makes other works do... that feeds them all the time... the great mass that is huge... it's beautiful... good night...
What is my intelligence today? How is it modified, shaped daily, stimulated by my time?