Just write anything on here everyday.
Unstructured.
Unedited.
See what comes out.
Doesn't need to be a lot at all.
Just something.
To leave a mark.
If God is the Creative Force.
And Creativity is Generative
Then,
In a way,
We are like Gods sperm
and our purpose
like the sperm
is to find and combine with the egg
Us, in the act of being creative
are acting like the sperm
And our Great Work is the Egg
That only we can unlock
And by engaging in the creative act
we connect and become it
with access to all of it
And through that process we flail
back and forth
towards our personal great creative work to bring into the world.
One that only we could
Because only we have this exactly combination
of genetics and experiences
to accomplish this great work
And i hope you find yours...
In this lifetime or the next
Why does it seem like all popular culture does is suck the soul out of everything it takes in?
It's as if by commoditizing something it kills it.
Those of us looking for living, growing creative cultures must keep moving as the popularizes come running up from behind- eager to copy and monetize.
But those that only copy have no way of breathing into the thing the one thing that makes it special- that creative life force.
The thing that drew the seekers in in the first place.
Write. Just write. This is always the way that it begins. Write as fast as you can type. It does not matter so much just that you care continuously typing. Running and ducking past the censor. The filter. The Conscious You. Or what you think of it as much .
But then you get writing like this and then this whole other thing starts pouring forth. You don't have time to think or process what is going on really or even much of what it is that you are typing. Just that you are typing your hardest to type all the correct keys so that you don't have to stop the flow and slow down.
Now what the hell did I just write?
......
I find the slowing down to be much more laborious. And pretentious. Maniacally manicured and rearranged so that, while it is effective in what it elicits, it no longer represents that living moving moment. Thinking and plodding along- looking for the right words – and then regretting the change or worse: losing the thread.
Lost the ability to reach up and temporarily grasp that stream of consciousness, traduce it down through us ... and Pop! you have yourself the making of a good Rant.
First blog of this new place.
God I love a good rant.
There is something magical in the stream of consciousness.
Catching it.
Holding on.
And not knowing exactly where it is going to take you.
Get distracted and it is gone.
Purely in the moment.
Not rehersed.
Or Practiced.
It just is.
Until it isn't.
Improv.
Where the magic happens.
And thats why I love a good rant.
You can feel it's aliveness buzzing through.
Cherish it.