Wildly Interesting Books

  • Adam's Task by Vicki Hearne
  • Anything by Colin Cotterill
  • Auguries of Innocence by Patti Smith
  • Big Box Swindle by Stacy Mitchell
  • Darwin: A Life in Poems by Ruth Padel
  • Gehry Draws
  • Human Smoke by Nicholson Baker
  • Out of Our Heads by Ava Noe
  • Stylepedia: A Guide to Graphic Design, Mannerisms, Quirks and Conceits
  • The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larrson
  • The God of Small Things by Arundahti Roy
  • The Long Fall by Walter Mosely
  • The Martin Beck Series by Maj Sjowall and Per Waloo
  • The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski
  • The Wrecking Crew by Thomas Frank
  • Vermeeer in Bosnia by Lawrence Weschler
Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Cripple You Yoga


Larry the Fish does not need expensive classes to make him a fish. He's a fish.






Arrgh! The search for enlightenment is over the minute you think it's a search. I'll admit that it's not so easy to discover that you are sitting on a gold mine of peace and enlightenment, but it's gonna be a long way off if you're trying to 'buy' it. Get up and out the door, folks This is America. There's nothing they won't 'sell' you. Don't be mystified (except in the best sense). It's all free. Acceptance is the beginning of the end of all striving. Can we just be? It costs nothing. No one can package and sell it.



Listen. We used to work. We used to do our own work. We walked to work. We were farmers. We worked in the home. We don't walk to work anymore. We aren't allowed to plant and harvest anymore. Big Agro does it for us. Laugh if you want to, but going down to the river to beat the clothes in the stream was a better workout than you can pay for today. And it was a community experience. In the old days we worked our bodies hard. It was a hard life, too hard. But now they tell us that life is not hard. Well it is. It's bitterly hard. Our communities are gone and we don't(for the most part use our legs or our muscles to do work. So we have to pay for a gym or sign up for yoga classes. This is not cheap and not within the reach of most people.



Instead, for the poor, we have television. For all of us we have television. I stood on line at Dunkin Donuts with a huge T.V. in my face while I waited for four minutes for my iced coffee. Four minutes, I can't live without T.V.



Apparently people have T.V. sets built into the seats of their SUV's.



Why not just sew the T.V. onto your head?



Okay, so I'm ranting. But what else is a blog for? Healing, mediation, enlightement,it's all big business in the USA. Mail order mystics, as Chris Smither calls them. Go out, friends, and do your own work. Don't pay people to teach you how to move around. We were born knowing how to do that. Turn on the music and start dancing.



Best of luck,


Jeanne



Thursday, June 12, 2008

This Makes Women Sound Lame

It's for sure true that there was a time when women wrote under a man's name in order to get published. And there are reasons why most people think that Mary Cassat and Georgia O'Keefe were the only two women in history to produce works of art. And, no, sexism isn't gone by a long shot. God knows!



But what is it about all these "therapy" books for women artists that makes us sound so lame. I've seen a few books like this that make us seem so pathetic it's hard to believe that any woman could produce a body of work in the 21st century.No, look, I know. It's really hard to sit in from of a word processer or an easel without feeling sick to one's stomach at times. But are these books going to help anyone get past this? I don't think so.



Here's a quote from "12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women" --picked up at a yard sale last week. I told my daughter that I could open this book at random and show her what I was talking about. Here's what turned up:

Secret 2. Honoring your inspirations. In order to access your creativity, you must validate and capture your inspirations. these inspirations are precious seedlings awaiting nurturance."



Here's my advice. Schedule time each day in the place where you do your work. Sit there at the appointed time until boredom overtakes fear. If this doesn't happen, go back --as the song says--tomorrow night and do it again.

If this post is upsetting, you might want to cancel your feed, or unbookmark the site. I am so not through with this topic.







Be like a cave painter. Work fast as though something might start chasing you any minute.

Monday, April 07, 2008