EVERYDAY IS A GIFT. WE MUST ACT AS SUCH, AS THOUGH TOMORROW MAY NOT COME! GOD BLESSED!
02 / 07. Souled Idea Exclusive Playmakin’ is live. An excerpt:
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Most will have trouble even fathoming the life of this Man as it’s so far from their four walled perspective, chained to the availability of others, or the level of freedom they believe each human is restrained to, by natural parameters (of which are nothing but self induced.)
They don’t believe Reality can be stranger than fiction and this limiting belief is the final nail in the coffin of EXCITEMENT.
Our guy is either so free from reality that he’s not chained by any of the shackles of normal limitations or #2 he’s so aware of reality, feels and senses it through all 5 of the avenues so deeply that he knows how to manipulate it in for his own benefit and, thus, the benefit of those around him.
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One day long ago during dew cloaked morning on the front porch of our family cabin I sat beside Logic and looked at him in the other rocking chair wondering how someone so predictable could exist and soon after, pushed away by the uninspiring look in his eyes, I left that cabin, drove off vowing to forget his religion and soon I returned pulled back into the City with a glowing heart!
You’ll never hear me talk about a strict, bounded approach to writing.
It goes against all I believe the craft was truly designed for. To put such fences, not even white picketed ones, around this medium is to trim and slice away the possibility for what really matters to pour out!
Assumption is this happens so people, when writing, believe their work will be best understood by The Outsiders they imagine in their heads. The Strangers across the world that will pick up and read their works. ‘People’ that will stumble by your musings online and see what you have to say.
This is creative slavery.
They’ve lost, or never had, the pure approach to sentences - sentencing readers to the World they’ve designed.
They don’t understand that to SPELL, is to move the emotions of fellow man and that a pen dancing under this spell, will cast curse, words of an uninspiring nature if it’s attempted to be tamed.
It’s likely you feel this difference.
One is of the spirit
One is of the brain.
Both serve a purpose yet to bounce back and forth between the two mediums results in madness now imagine a raving poet, head full of much wonder and he’s barely even tethered to what others call ‘reality,’ ‘the real world,’ now see this man clearly: it may even be you.
Now imagine this man trying to squeeze his style; that unbound; into writing a How-To assemble your new computer guide, or this lunatic who seems gifted in putting words to the unknown, trying to write a technical analysis on brachytherapy when the very structure these pieces are built upon are simply invisible to our wildling.
Many approaches to writing. Many styles.
Virgil Abloh was rumored to always bounce between ~8 different creative projects.
I don’t know exactly the mental image he had when explaining this but it hit with something I do called Islands.
The Islands
These are different lands.
Not much exist between the Islands that can be called similar.
A city of darkness, icy chill lurking in the air, eyes squinted from mistrust.
This is one place I go to write about ______ _______.
Another is a fruitful land drowning in Sun and in this place there are a few, simple worries, but the beauty of here is that all can easily be solved. Time moves slow here.
This is where I go to write about ___________.
This to say when I talk about structuring your writing:
I don’t mean to establish desired syntax, or to keep sentence count below X amount of words, or to remove all quotation marks like McCarthy.
Nothing like this: Those are detail oriented structures and one can only get to this place by first having their own style. Bukowski didn’t have to try to write like Bukowski. Short. Concise. Raw and open boned. Stand him now up beside Thompson, or Hamsun - the latter of which he respected, praised even, but when you put the two, stylistically, side by side, it’s obvious Bukowski never tried to veer into Hamsuns natural approach. Now stand Hamsun side by side Camus… all that matters is our own, intuitive way of explaining a point.
If it’s picked up by The Readers then so be it, if it’s not, that’s fine as all writers know the purpose of writing isn’t to be read.
See. Vonnegut letter to High School:
Last night I sat with this idea of the creative Islands. 8 projects.
Compartmentalizing and structuring creative words. Here’s my personal approach, maybe it will help in your own Artistic Endeavors:
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And this needs to be understood as a parameter I operate under. This is a belief I know to be true:
There are limitations to PURE creation.
This referring to moments during an Art form when it’s straight liquid,
all flowing through you with ease.
Few great burst of prized meeting point between input - output where gold surrounds your entire process. Moments when we’re the pen, nothing more matters and outside us the world melts away. These moments must be cherished and protected and dove onto when they come as quick as one would rush to cover grenade in nursery!
This takes ultimate priority above all else. What does it look like?
Varies by the person and…
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