Too weird to not pass along.

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Man eating , cow killing badgers in Iraq (i’m not making it up)

Just when you thought you were going crazy, consensus reality shows itself to be crazier still.

Create. Works. of Art.

mama we’re all crazzee now!

Svenson - thanks for a great contribution!

Prediction: distinguish between your friend
outside crazy right now
went book, comes conflict
unearthing scale lost aliens

Sequence scenes same central idea
does the writing, has naturally
goes disheartening acted.

Sort system dredging
tempted being close adventure
planting, crying, remember:
command ultimately swirly good.

Universal hand soul form
laughter quote you want give
powerful dimensions getting, strive.
Other people becomes scopes midst
bubbling truth within myself
because nature gifts develop dreams
ideal point beasts
fantasies: just tell me;
us can do.

You asked what I should do. Basically (surprise surprise) I have the same problems as you. I ended up getting pushed into this writers workshop, and I’ve learned a lot.

The nature of the work with writing is to take the beautiful dream world and get it into reality, just as you say. This is tricky for me, because I have been a long time devotee of “whatnowism” where I am constantly awaiting the next breakthrough, the next revelation, the next awakening, the next illumination, the next mind changing event. And they come as expected, but always destroy the world I was in, so nothing big ever gets done, the next revelation always renders the previous work meaningless, a nasty side effect.

So now I realize I am faced with the work of actually sticking with something, making it happen.

The first part it seems, is to start with the heavenly skeleton, and bring it down to earth, or “in from the sea”. (per hemmingway, old man and the sea) We have to only bring down the hideous skeleton of our heavenly ideals because we can’t yet hope to bring down the whole picture, perfectionism and hoplessness will ruin us if we try. So we just need the key reference points for earthly reconstruction.

then, we are faced with the act of breathing life into the dust of the bones, or the alchemists task of turning lead to gold, shit to shinola. Anne Lamott in her book Bird by Bird:
http://www.amazon.com/Bird-Some-Instructions-Writing-Life/dp/0385480016
says that the fine art of turning shit to gold is accomplished first by producing a whole lot of shit. We have to do a lot to make the dreams happen that sucks, that isn’t good, isn’t inspired, that is labor: shit shoveling. An we have to put this around our precious hideous skeleton.

Its actually AFTER this point, when the mud man has been made, that we seek the inspiration. Only now, with both the reference points made earthly and accessible, and the fertilizer from which the body can grow, can the creation blossom with life. But this too takes work, not the shovelling work but the praying work of the rabbi seeking the holy letters to inscribe on the clay man’s forhead to give it life. But the thing is at this point that we actually have the CHANNEL for this inspiration to manifest in a worldy sense: good songs aren’t written, they are rewritten. At this point its about integration, worldly labor becomes divine action and our dreams take earthly form.

Or at least that’s what I’ve taken from some good books on writing.

Look at Rufus:
http://www.ranchoelbigote.com/images/others/Rufus.jpg
He has sullied his feet, his eyes and ears, nose and mouth by poking into black inky places, but his body remains pure as driven snow.