psychegram
The Living Force
Hey, I responded to 'beadwork', and I've got enough testosterone in me that I went bald at 21 :/ That said the new title is much more appropriate.
Oh, how I can relate to that. On the one hand, my mother was generally encouraging about the stories I gave her to read, as were my teachers. On the other, my father just couldn't bring himself to say anything good about any of them, and went out of his way to dissuade me from pursuing a career as a writer, encouraging me instead to be practical and get a good-paying job. And being a boy, my father's approval meant a lot more, emotionally, than my mother's (being a more difficult thing to come by), and so, well.... That could be a part of it.
(Amusingly, the situation is reversed with my older sister, a multimedia artist getting into children's books: my father has never been anything but supportive of her, while my mother sort of rolls her eyes....)
That describes my situation to a 'T'! All of my old blogs are still online at blogspot, where I used to pontificate on similar subjects ... though I don't recommend you or anyone else reads them. There's little knowledge to be gained (unless one wants to gain a peek into my psychological state at various ages); quite a bit of unconscious disinfo (I was quite the little tramshumanist neocon! Though I'd never have admitted to the latter); and really a lot of bad writing. When I bother to re-read (which is rarely to never), I cringe, wince, and occasionally whimper. Perhaps it's the same for any writer?
Well, I'm not ashamed of any of it. Certainly I disown none; at the time, as bedower said, I thought I was writing the truth and on the side of the angels ... and if I know better now, it's in part because I didn't know then.
So, now I'm trying to integrate all the things I've learned, the new world I'm learning to see ... I certainly haven't given up the blogging, and who knows? Perhaps I've a novel in me yet.
Laurelayn said:I hope this isn't too far off topic, but it seems to fit for me.
I have always been artistic but grew up in an environment that was only supportive of "practical" things and was strongly discouraged from art of any kind.
Mother told me"You should be a nurse or a secretary, there are "starving artists" everywhere, you can never be good enough" but, I could not quench the impulse in myself to create beautiful things
FireShadow said:Yes. I, too, was raised in a family that considered art to be impractical. My grandmother lived through the Great Depression and much of her attitudes were shaped by that experience. She raised me for several years (before my father re-married and took me back) and of course she raised my father also and he has many of her attitudes.
I think this is part of why I have thoughts of "I should be doing something more important" (or more practical). For a long time, I rebelled and did what I wanted anyway. I certainly have material ambitions, but they were never enough to make me do "whatever it takes" to be successful. Oh, I tried, but could not live in that world. This attitude is one of the reasons I now live in poverty. I have simplified my life and am actually quite happy with that. We do have the basics and the internet is one of our very few indulgences (or is it a necessity?).
Oh, how I can relate to that. On the one hand, my mother was generally encouraging about the stories I gave her to read, as were my teachers. On the other, my father just couldn't bring himself to say anything good about any of them, and went out of his way to dissuade me from pursuing a career as a writer, encouraging me instead to be practical and get a good-paying job. And being a boy, my father's approval meant a lot more, emotionally, than my mother's (being a more difficult thing to come by), and so, well.... That could be a part of it.
(Amusingly, the situation is reversed with my older sister, a multimedia artist getting into children's books: my father has never been anything but supportive of her, while my mother sort of rolls her eyes....)
bedower said:'As I was doing it at that time...' Well, it's no secret; I enjoyed scribbling about stuff like politics and religion, prose and poetry, (nothing worth publishing, I do assure you! Cheesy , and nothing approaching the calibre of Laura's works). Reading most of Laura's articles over at the Cass site, and the various threads here dealing with the Work, I came to see my scribbles not only as as self-important vanity, but also, in some articles, as misleading disinfo. Although I believed it to be true at the time. That's all there is to it, really. And, yes, I did find writing to be theraputic and cathartic, especially when it was about our dear leaders.
That describes my situation to a 'T'! All of my old blogs are still online at blogspot, where I used to pontificate on similar subjects ... though I don't recommend you or anyone else reads them. There's little knowledge to be gained (unless one wants to gain a peek into my psychological state at various ages); quite a bit of unconscious disinfo (I was quite the little tramshumanist neocon! Though I'd never have admitted to the latter); and really a lot of bad writing. When I bother to re-read (which is rarely to never), I cringe, wince, and occasionally whimper. Perhaps it's the same for any writer?
Well, I'm not ashamed of any of it. Certainly I disown none; at the time, as bedower said, I thought I was writing the truth and on the side of the angels ... and if I know better now, it's in part because I didn't know then.
So, now I'm trying to integrate all the things I've learned, the new world I'm learning to see ... I certainly haven't given up the blogging, and who knows? Perhaps I've a novel in me yet.