Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Perspective Inn: Conversations with Catharsis - Part 2

Perspective Inn: Conversations with Catharsis - Part 2: To the artist It is time, to gather those thoughts into articulate and simple terms. It is time. Time to let go of those old patterns and...

Conversations with Catharsis - Part 2

To the artist

It is time, to gather those thoughts into articulate and simple terms. It is time. Time to let go of those old patterns and put in the hours needed to materialize your dreams. For you my friend, might not be anything if you aren't many things, for you specialize in being generally gifted. However turn away from this claim of 'creations'. You've always been more interested in telling a story with colors, with sounds and music, with movements, with stillness and with your imagination. Here's a question though: When all your faculties came from some place and all the functions they deliver have been predestined; then what exactly have you ever 'created'? You haven't, you've just found a new way to put circles in lines and lining up the circles. We found these unique things, a unique state of something which is present in that given moment; then we just reproduce it. We aren't creating anything my friend we're explorers, travelers even wanderers; showing the world from this lens and then that one. Serving at most as a medium, but not the real thing; we're just a word to the wise.

 To the song 


You move me when I listen to you, your melody and rhythms that tend to hit the right notes. Then from my ears to my eyes you form images; materializing that universal language into objects so fundamentally simple to understand. The percussion that I feel in my heart that tries to follow you around like you're a long lost friend calling me back to that childhood home and the yard that never ran out of interest. After that its just me, my intoxication and dance! Yes! dance I will, till the beat stays true and until the truth is this beat. Some say that you are a tool of evil, that you actually deviate people from the Ultimate thought and distract them to yourself because they don't know better. Well, I know you and I know that Thought. All I've got to say is that; if my focus on the Everlasting was deviated by something so infinitesimal in degree of comparison; I'd never leave the house. You are beautiful, but it is us that make you that way; for without heed you are just noise in space or just a space in the confusion of noise.

 

Perspective Inn: Conversations with Catharsis - part 1

Perspective Inn: Conversations with Catharsis - part 1: To the criminal You weren't joking when you said that you are complicated. Its true, you are complex; but that doesn't mean you a...

Saturday, 25 July 2015

Conversations with Catharsis - part 1

To the criminal

You weren't joking when you said that you are complicated. Its true, you are complex; but that doesn't mean you are advanced. You are a paradox many times a day, but that does not mean you are interesting. You're out of the ordinary; but that doesn't mean that you are extraordinary. For what you are, is what you act upon and that would be great if you had control. If only you had control over the moments where you are feeding on the fire in your belly externalizing it; exposing it to those who've trusted you to be around. Slow down, or you'll burn out your resources too quick; like a candle lit on both ends. You need to calm this storm that is rooted in the right places but fruits at the wrong ones. It's true, you are dislocated you are decentralized and you are in pieces. Unify, breathe, exhale and try to rehearse your moments because 'winging it'; no longer has its wings.

To the witness 

I was there, just next to you but you didn't see me. I saw you though, I saw you see. You are the lowest grade of faith because you witness only to contemplate, not to contribute. Now you are here, to present your testimony; but that doesn't change anything because you could have stopped the criminal. Seeing is believing, so you better believe that the wrongdoing you've witnessed is already a testimony of what you neglected. Be gone! because accountability has already been allocated.

To love 

I know your gracious, kind, warm, wise and faithful. For you are what is right with me but then sometimes I am the only thing that is wrong with you. I really hope you're larger than I am, because if my struggle with you is inevitable; I'll choose to loose every time because you are indeed a blessing and I am too uncertain to be anything. I'm not saying I'm worth the choice; I'm not even saying that I am remotely eligible. All I am saying is that I love to try, I try to love; in my own fallible and broken way. Do me a favor if you can, I know its a lot to ask but; stick around. Because all of the pieces come together in audience when you show yourself. Stay near, so I can materialize and stay because once I do become whole again; you're the first I want to introduce myself to.

RFD