Friday 21 April 2023

'art' - but? certainly the greatest example of NOT telling people what to think, in writing or....

 or any 'coaching' or curating...

I know full well that, EVERYthing became self regard.

Saying, writing, preaching things for self regard.... 




Saying things, simply to get paid to say the 'right' things...

But never any more knowing how to BE, live ... embody, those things..... almost all the time. No matter what we assume....


To think that 31 or 32  years ago  - if my memory serves me well, In a Belgrade hotel, my last true friend, even if a yank, she really did share herself somehow as the last act in a dying age of the collective,  with her phone call " is it ok...are you ok i marry him...i want to ask you..? you and your love, even when i was a tit as i was,  earned  my question... by living me rather than judging me"

 

Anyway there is a spontaneous 2 gb video to go in here...one day - if i can be bothered, but then long ago i knew that no one can communicate, or allow themselves to receive communication, and i know mine is pretty good... and the reason is in that film....

Being stuck.

It has extraordinary silver linings. 

But no more - kairos time.... 


Thing is all the clever words in books nowadays telling people what to think, and most films (except one script i read), despite being on the face of it a naff thing,  there simply is no greater weaving together in art of the unsaid, the unsayable,  and the black swan - he, the last person on earth she may imagine may, gave her license to let out, her emotion... 

It is genus.

if i had a wise woman in my life who had not seen this, don't, look, now... watch it from the start. 

cos the story is one we learn truly lifelong lessons from 

and stories are all we are - not that hardly anyone can write a good one any more


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=au8cCvGk9eU


neurotic self affirmation of the weak 'seers' requires weak people tell other people how to be.....and think..... and that never ever worked. 

Only a little guiding, hold their hand to the cliff edge.... via great art and literature, or rare genuine selfless wisdom,  ever did...... (and the subtly self pitying  gobshite from Gabor or Mister "Toll-please" is not).

..... and just maybe they may be lucky when they jump off the parapet of their ivory tower (theyre all crumbling now! wonderful..i adore economic crises!) , to land in a soft patch of sand...