Dear blog (it's like bog but with a beautiful extra "l", in the mid-el),
This past week has been hell (rhymes and all). Fucking October, you're always pulling on my existential braids mercilessly.
Time for mental mirrors and birdlike reflections: My remaining granddad passed away, literally away... far from here. It's as if someone invisible just suddenly removed the carpet from under my tiny incoherent feet only to be left there, as pathetic as can be: floating around in a void of hermetically aimless psychological spaces.
(Yeah, classes are so boring I'm doodling like a boss)
First came the unexpected birthday crisis regarding my body's senescent condition, revealed, and now this. Death is pounding at the door, this time of year, anyways.
My thoughts are spinning like delirious flies around the subject of life's finite nature overall. But also and most importantly, I've been pondering over the human need for exercising compassion in general (while life lasts) and specifically as a way to achieve forgiveness, before the end.
Then again it's the in betweens that are sometimes hard to swallow: the liminal spaces. In this particular one I happen to have been hurt by misleading attitudes and under-grounded narratives dealing with colleagues of mine. Phew, Santiago sometimes sends you a personal black cloud to look over you, literally and in the most negative of ways.
I guess it's a matter of realizing that every person is only looking to satisfy her/his own needs and purposes, sometimes regardless of who they're stepping on along the way. The complexity of social interactions as a whole is a mind-fucking trip... talk about psychedelic experiences! In the end I guess we always tend to assume that others are Machiavellically plotting to make your life living Hades. But, the mission here lies in the fact that it's every person's responsibility to look at each situation with the eyes of a fluorescent spider (oh, so many, and so creepy, eww); and from every angle that's attainable. Oh Kant, what the fuck was your maxim? categorical imperativeness: "Do not impose on others what you do not wish for yourself" or in a cheaper and more self-help kind of way: "Treat others how you wish to be treated". Oooooor if you want to go extra mustachy nerdy: "Act only in accordance with that maxim through which you can at the same time will that it become a universal law". Whatever, dude, nobody's listening. Besides, determinism sucks.
Will Eisner said that life and art have a similar condition in the sense that they both rely so much on an acute use of perspective. I always remember my painting workshops, where the pretentious teachers lectured us on how we're supposed to look at our canvases from the different positions our bodies could manage to take, within the available space. One must pull away in order to see the whole picture... Atferwards one must once again plunge into the contents of her/his creation, with a brush in one hand and a joint in the other. It's a never ending fight against one's own demons, Sisyphus. Sissy pussy. The more you get used to facing the taste of your liquid madness, your horror, the more emphatically autonomous you'll become. Since you'll be fearing less and less that which becomes more and more familiar to you, pathos-wise. For real, y'all, it's THE infallible recipe.
We do not own each other, oh, but how do we desire one another from time to time! Mundus masters sometimes turn into a real-bizarre sort of Televisa soap opera/reality show, where everyone speaks with a funky Spanish accent (myself included).
But anyways, I just wanted to invite you all to look beyond your obvious/apparent impulses. BE SILENT, BE STILL. As a drawing exercise, for life, I want to observe more closely at the people I'm hanging out with... I'm finding out nothing is what it seems, and I love it!
We are all oh so fragile and imperfect... I want to learn how to expand my understanding of the other person, I'll try that this week. Instead of reacting like a constipated bureaucrat I shall breathe and buy the fucker who's grinding my gears some un-poisoned doughnuts. The fancy kinds.
Will we ever be able to completely empathize with someone else? Since we'll never be that person, we can only be ourselves. But don't you worry, gramps, like I promised you; I shan't stop making an effort to become kinder and kinder, therein lies the real challenge, like you well taught me.
Anyways, stop fucking around (literally). I'll write more about Santiago this week.
:)
Stay clean! (conscience wise)
This past week has been hell (rhymes and all). Fucking October, you're always pulling on my existential braids mercilessly.
Time for mental mirrors and birdlike reflections: My remaining granddad passed away, literally away... far from here. It's as if someone invisible just suddenly removed the carpet from under my tiny incoherent feet only to be left there, as pathetic as can be: floating around in a void of hermetically aimless psychological spaces.
First came the unexpected birthday crisis regarding my body's senescent condition, revealed, and now this. Death is pounding at the door, this time of year, anyways.
My thoughts are spinning like delirious flies around the subject of life's finite nature overall. But also and most importantly, I've been pondering over the human need for exercising compassion in general (while life lasts) and specifically as a way to achieve forgiveness, before the end.
Then again it's the in betweens that are sometimes hard to swallow: the liminal spaces. In this particular one I happen to have been hurt by misleading attitudes and under-grounded narratives dealing with colleagues of mine. Phew, Santiago sometimes sends you a personal black cloud to look over you, literally and in the most negative of ways.
I guess it's a matter of realizing that every person is only looking to satisfy her/his own needs and purposes, sometimes regardless of who they're stepping on along the way. The complexity of social interactions as a whole is a mind-fucking trip... talk about psychedelic experiences! In the end I guess we always tend to assume that others are Machiavellically plotting to make your life living Hades. But, the mission here lies in the fact that it's every person's responsibility to look at each situation with the eyes of a fluorescent spider (oh, so many, and so creepy, eww); and from every angle that's attainable. Oh Kant, what the fuck was your maxim? categorical imperativeness: "Do not impose on others what you do not wish for yourself" or in a cheaper and more self-help kind of way: "Treat others how you wish to be treated". Oooooor if you want to go extra mustachy nerdy: "Act only in accordance with that maxim through which you can at the same time will that it become a universal law". Whatever, dude, nobody's listening. Besides, determinism sucks.
Will Eisner said that life and art have a similar condition in the sense that they both rely so much on an acute use of perspective. I always remember my painting workshops, where the pretentious teachers lectured us on how we're supposed to look at our canvases from the different positions our bodies could manage to take, within the available space. One must pull away in order to see the whole picture... Atferwards one must once again plunge into the contents of her/his creation, with a brush in one hand and a joint in the other. It's a never ending fight against one's own demons, Sisyphus. Sissy pussy. The more you get used to facing the taste of your liquid madness, your horror, the more emphatically autonomous you'll become. Since you'll be fearing less and less that which becomes more and more familiar to you, pathos-wise. For real, y'all, it's THE infallible recipe.
We do not own each other, oh, but how do we desire one another from time to time! Mundus masters sometimes turn into a real-bizarre sort of Televisa soap opera/reality show, where everyone speaks with a funky Spanish accent (myself included).
But anyways, I just wanted to invite you all to look beyond your obvious/apparent impulses. BE SILENT, BE STILL. As a drawing exercise, for life, I want to observe more closely at the people I'm hanging out with... I'm finding out nothing is what it seems, and I love it!
We are all oh so fragile and imperfect... I want to learn how to expand my understanding of the other person, I'll try that this week. Instead of reacting like a constipated bureaucrat I shall breathe and buy the fucker who's grinding my gears some un-poisoned doughnuts. The fancy kinds.
Will we ever be able to completely empathize with someone else? Since we'll never be that person, we can only be ourselves. But don't you worry, gramps, like I promised you; I shan't stop making an effort to become kinder and kinder, therein lies the real challenge, like you well taught me.
Anyways, stop fucking around (literally). I'll write more about Santiago this week.
:)
Stay clean! (conscience wise)
I'm listening!
ResponderEliminarYa lee el libro q te mande alguna.vez! Un nombre para el infinito.
Te amo!