Creativity and Mindfulness – A Rough Sketch of the Interplay of Art, Time, and Person

Rough draft of some ideas on enriching life through art, mindfulness, and cultivation. As well as some stray thoughts on synchronicity and the creative process.

Yes, I know the title is ponderous. Yes, I know I’m holding a guitar without playing and yes it does look pretentious. But I was practicing and then the idea came.

TFS 42 – Microcosmic Rambles, Germany’s Asparagus Camps, and Goths Sack Rome

 


Plumbing woes have me making yet another disjointed vlog of vlogness. Herein you’ll find minutia from my life, defending the merits of Korean gals, Germany’s kinky stance on Romanian labor, discovering a Southern Yup Magazine, a random ass passage from Russell, and amateur god damn music.

Yeeha.

Vee’s Excellent Explanation of Corporate Bullshit and East European Subservience


Ebegging Because Scotch is Expensive

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The Saracens in Flight (Song/Poem/Guitar Idea)


Sifting round for musical ideas.


Black sand shivers

Dog star glimmers

Sapphire silence

Subtle violence

The Saracens in flight

Lamps are burning

Sacred yearning

For the ending of the light

Bones are dancing turning engines

(Crystalline machinery)

Of the rite

The Saracens in flight

False so called is all this wisdom

True it never was a thing

Here beneath the ruined kingdom

Lay the bones of scarlet king

The Saracens in flight

For the aeon is upon us

At the crossroads

Of Lemuria and Kyuss

Rise o sleeprs from abodes

Join the chorus

Of the hawk-wind

Screeching cross this seabed dry

The Saracens in flight

Restored flesh

Infused with spirit

Fresh like dew

Without limit

Sands they drew

From the beginning

Set the leaning

Hour glass aright

The Saracens in flight


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TFS 29 – Spiders, Swaters, and Genes


Stuff

1) Perfumed Sweaters

2) The Merits of Spiders

3) Are scientists better than laymen at assessing topics outside their areas of expertise

4) Semi Musical Prattle

5) The stigma of early 20th century eugenics keeps us from analysing genetic vulnerabilities to disease

6) 2015 was half a decade ago


Articles Discussed

https://theconversation.com/should-i-kill-spiders-in-my-home-an-entomologist-explains-why-not-to-95912

https://www.unz.com/article/its-official-chinese-scientists-find-genetic-explanation-for-coronavirus-discriminating-by-race/


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Rick Beato Tackles YouTube Stupidity

My Two Cents: you can’t own the mixolydian scale. you can’t own a persons understanding of music. you can’t own a person’s performance of music. by this logic cover bands, and musicians playing covers in bars, are criminals. i.e. every musician is a criminal who owes somebody money going all the way back to the caveman who smacked a coupla rocks together.


Mr. Beato’s Rant


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Reaching for Content in the Spirit of Walt

 


I was actually really set to record some music that I thought would be decent. But then I got muscle spasms/cramps in my arms because I am a girly man and will never be governer of California. So instead I did a shitty guitar jam with my crampy arms and then had a go at Jack Bickham’s 38 Common Fiction Writing Mistakes.

Interestingly enough as I was clicking around my tabs this article showed up:

https://getpocket.com/explore/item/how-to-keep-criticism-from-sinking-your-confidence-walt-whitman-and-the-discipline-of-creative-self?utm_source=pocket-newtab

I haven’t read it yet but I’m fairly certain from the volumes in my ex-girlfriends house that Walt Whitman is the cunt who wrote Blades of Grass and punched his editors. I was going to invoke him as the sort of person who wouldn’t give a damn about 38 most common anythings. But temper it by saying O come on, you can’t just shit out whatever you want…

And then I shat out whatever I wanted.

So hail Bacchus and Hail Whitman.

Cheers!


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