—I fell off the map somewhere back in October, judging by the dates on my most recent blog posts. I realize now this was right before my grandmother’s funeral, which I unexpectedly flew to Buffalo for after she spent a weekend in the hospital, intubated and comatose, finally passing away in the night before my mother was able to reach the hospital, taking a Red Eye flight up from Dallas.Read More
Filtering by Tag: meditation
His story becomes a living human parable, populated by impossible creatures and events, such as the ones I've described, illustrating a grander psychological reality. And the idea passes down through history, transforming naturally with the passage of each era and in the translation through each unique artistic voice. The Temptation of Saint Anthony has been immortalized for the past six-hundred years by master painters from every generation, stretching all the way from Bosch to his twentieth century descendants in Dalí, Carrington, and Ernst. Even the Renaissance Master Michelangelo's first painting, when he was just 13 years of age, was a rendition of Schongauer's copper engraving of Saint Anthony. And it's influence of course hasn't been isolated to the world of painting, Gustave Flaubert alone spent the years of his life from the ages of 24 to 53, just 4 years short of his death, drafting and redrafting his novel based on the story. He considered The Temptation of Saint Antony his greatest achievement and, quite literally, his life's work.
And it's in these transformations and mutations down through time that I think the real magic lies; the true fulfillment of Saint Anthony's lifelong journey, his walk across the delerious desert landscape which stretches now endlessly, along with his ultimate triumph, through the infinitude of human expression.Read More
The broken people, the fragmented people. Subjected through information and technology to thousands of contradicting ideas and narratives, no main thread of consensus, no guiding principle or system of values. So many options and yet so few, left crippled in indecision by information and stimulation overload. Hung out on a limb by previous generations whose incentives were things; economic stability, financial comfort, jobs, college. Things which are in shorter and shorter supply, and are of less apparent intrinsic value. Everything is chaos now, fact is fiction, fiction is fact, the overwhelming urge is toward peace and understanding but what's manifesting in the world is destruction and ignorance. More and more people are suffering from depression, anxiety, and mental illness, as they struggle to articulate themselves socially, intellectually, and emotionally in an increasingly confusing and disorientating environment. I've decided I'll try and do something to address this. This terminally paralyzed and frantic generation, of which I am very much apart. The aspiring artists and entrepreneurs who've spent the first quarters and thirds of their lives reading book after book about their craft and trade, trying to learn how to live through the buffers of instruction manuals, without having taken a single step. The children of online self-help and routine inspiration—Echo and Narcissus made one.Read More
Finally reading Hear the Wind Sing, by Haruki Murakami. His first novel, it's that nifty 2015 edition that collects the first two, Hear the Wind Sing and Pinball, 1973. It really has no back or front, because one side of the book is one novel and the opposite the other. Except they're upside-down relative to one another, so 101 pages in, at the end of Hear the Wind, you turn the page and are on the upside-down last page of Pinball. Given Murakami's penchant to flip between worlds, one ordinary and one dream-like, one real and the other imaginary, it's a really inspired little gimmick. Especially because, as his apprentice and journeymen efforts, these are two of his least regarded works and it ties them up into a nice little package for fans and collectors. No mess, no hassle.Read More