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julien lociuro wrote:
Thanks for this.
I like your way of thinking..it seems like you do this very naturally..
I don't know..I think you have to have the appropriate mindset..
But I don't really understand your process..you thought of a
relationship.."we","sough","motive pebble"..and wrote those four
lines??And the idea would be to have those on a wiki..so everybody
could change them?
That would be great..
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julien
Yeah, that's pretty much it Julien. I mean, you can't string lyrics,
poetry, or prose together without a story or scenario in mind.
So, I sat there for a moment and thought I'd take the easy way out and
use the general image of a "relationship" as the context.
Then I thought about what kind of images I might draw from - and I'll
close with a few examples both to make a point and maybe serve as a
starting point - and began to feel the struggles and sometimes common
yet other times divergent paths a relationship takes.
Think about the less corny ones. First one that just popped into my
mind, and for some personal reasons, was "It's Too Late Baby" by Carole
King. Long time ago - early 70s. Here's the essence of the death of a
relationship due to nothing more than its running a commonly seen
course. One person gets in deeper while the other drifts away. In the
process awkwardness and pain grow until it's got to end...now.
Anyway, I thought of an image I've had before, in a number of contexts -
including technology training where expertise radiates out from a core
of folks inseminated with ideas and skills until it reaches and affects
everyone in the situation.
With this concentric circles metaphor, something happens to start
thoughts or events into motion - that motive pebble (a kind of strange
term that I've never used or thought of before but again I kept to be
true to the process and 'cause I sort of liked it). Here's a concrete
example: Troubled relationship, woman goes off on a vacation, meets
someone but nothing more than that at first, returns, mentions it to man
- maybe just to be open an honest, maybe to give him that fateful clue,
the ripples of this encounter eventually impact everything between them
and in their hearts until it's...too late baby.
The bit about the impulse coming from the depths of what was sought is
something of a cheat for meter and rhyme, but fundamentally a coherent
piece of the story. Something tiny, from deep feelings, deep fears, or
even the subconscious can in a moment assert itself - something calls it
up or sets it off. Here's a concrete example of that: Couple in a
troubled relationship are at an amusement park, and something happens -
he does it or she does it - and suddenly an awareness occurs or
concretizes resulting in those fateful ripples. Maybe the ball toss to
win a stuffed bear reminds one of them about an earlier relationship,
and this recollection changes the perception of the current relationship
leading to that too late baby moment.
Yikes! I've never actually intellectualized all this before, but it's a
very interesting question - what is a mechanism for the creative
process. I've always considered myself a problem solver and a creative
person - music, computers, programming, committee work, so at least for
myself I could if not a book then write a short pamphlet on how it works.
Please excuse any appearance of pretentiousness here. I'm just trying
to offer whatever help I can. My comments will be beneath those who've
gone farther but may be helpful to those who haven't gone as far.
Finally, some other images relating to thoughts, feelings, philosophy:
We're such social beings, but so imprisoned within ourselves. Like
islands, but surrounded by our boundaries instead of water.
You can never know what I mean when I say I love watermelon, and can
never know how a m7b5 chord makes me feel, or exactly what kind of buzz
I get from a perfectly formed piece of code.
We can never get closer than bumping together (not us guys Julien...I'm
thinking of some of the lovely young things at school) or maybe a little
physically "closer" during sex - nothing crude intended - but, no matter
how desperately I want to crawl inside the very essence and being and
mind of someone I love...I can't.
What we have is grossly limited language and nuance, gestures and
touching. However, everything, every damned thing is translated by the
other - filtered through her experience and consciousness and
perception. Or as the Animals once said, "Oh Lord, please don't let me
be misunderstood." Actually, once before I'm off this mortal coil, I'd
love to be UNDERSTOOD.
So, were islands, close sometimes but separated, demarked and delineated
by many degrees of isolation - gender, age, experiences, personality,
intellect, soul and spirit. If only our essence (whatever in hell that
would be) could drift outside ourselves and literally merge so that we
could truly, oh god I'm going to type this..., grok each other. Her
eyes become my eyes, and her fingertips one with mine. I can feel
cosmic by meditating, or ingesting certain natural and man-made
substances, but for all the times I've called out to someone with only
thoughts, I've never heard an answer.
Whew...spooky shit. I've got to grab a couple Popsicles and the
Newsweek that just came and go outside and hit the pool - set a record
today here in Western New York following a glorious week and a half in
turn following a positively glorious Summer.
Anyway, Julien, if you're still reading down this far, and anyone else
who's been thinking through this stuff - if you can't write a song out
of all that crap, I have truly failed!
Frank
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