Quote Of The Day: "....You were the chosen one!!!... You were supposed to bring balance to the force not destroy it!!!...." ~Obi Wan Kinobi (Star Wars Episode II: Revenge Of The Sith)
Yep, I saw it already. Excellent movie, cant really give it enough compliments. It was everything I have ever wanted in a movie, the birth of a great and powerful evil, the corruption of the light and the rise of a shadow that soon eclipses the sun itself. But enough about that. Friends I am seeking a new co-author and it is because of something relating to balance. More and more I find that I am carrying all the weight in my novel, I have given my current co-author every chance to help produce but nothing comes of it. She ocassionally lends me a small idea here and there but ultimately does nothing and simply sits there with no thoughts at all. So now im in the amrket for a new one to share in title of auhtor and all benefits thereof. It is open to everyone, male or female, young or old but it must be a partnership that both parties contribute to the whole story. I write in fantasy as I write here. I write about power and nobility, the light and dark, corruption, betrayl, redemption of shadow, corruption of light, and all things dramatic. I need someone to help bring subtlety to all of this and to create equally powerful settings and charcters based around a brilliant storyline we create together. I can be reached at 541-290-4752, quixote_thoughts@yahoo.com Somoen for the love of the gods help with this. You need not have writing experience, you dotn even have to have read a fantasy story, although it would help, if you have one creative bone in your body that you want to develop and mold, if you have a vision of a great epic then bring it to me, let us develop it together.
SVS
A journey into the mind of madness and into the heart of the confused.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
The Traveler Continued To Face Down And Shout At The Heavens
Quote Of The Day: "Into the depths of madness we go, never stopping to consider if its healthy. We know only that we must and that are other concerns are tantamount to knowledge." ~Anonymous
I gotta say, that anonymous guy is 100 times popular than any other auhtor out there, must be gettin buko royalties by now. Dont ask me what exactly that means, kinda got to assume it was directed at something specific but I think we might garner from it that there is a point at which wanting something badly, something of a nature like knowledge, leads to insanity and obessesion and thats not always a bad thing. But take from it what you will.
So have I mentioned how much I hate my job lately? Its not really the work itself precisely, though that is a part of it, its more the enviroment and the ideals behind the work. To a lesser degree its some of the people involved with that work but not so much as past jobs. The principals behind it are simple, its greed and worse yet its greed hidden behind this mask of idealism that attempts to justify itself through things like "...we are providing quality customer service to our client and its customers, thereby providing and atmosphere of quality satisfaction.". I hate everything about that statement because it takes something that is horrible and ugly and tries to justify and make it beautiful, for me all it does is further prove that it is so horrible and so ugly that not even clever words and incredible stretches of justification cant help its image. But what can I say? Its corporate America, corporate any coutnry really but this is the one I live in so I have a better understanding of this one. Yeah im a conservative but I dont hold true to that label 100% of the time. Not overly fond of liberals and their ideals that they have this outlook that makes for a more moral and "equal" world but I'm not fond of the rampant greed that is so obviously seen in the conservative groups, (liberals have that greed to but they dont show it as well as the conservatives).
Lips, buddy, I know exactly how you feel. Its hard to balance school, work, and a social life, especially when you want the social part of it more than anything else somedays. Kidna wish I could honestly say that somehow I know its gonna get better and that all you have to do is be patient but I dont really believe that and im not one to say things I dont believe in unless im at work. I think that part of the reason we feel so.......shall we say frustrated and bound by our social situation is that somewhere we got the idea that this "social" promiscuity and need for a constant companion of a romantic nature is the norm. I'm not saying its not but I am saying that its possible that this is just an idea that was somehow ingrained into us perhaps by society or our own idealism and that with enough effort and concentration we can push past it or at least hold it off for the time being. I'd like to be more help here but unfortunately its something we all just have to hope gets better or solves itself and there is no garuntee of either happening.
So I was re-thinking my goal in life last night and im proud to say that I still very very much want to be a professor of Creative Writing and English Literature as well as a writer. Well to be hoenst I am a writer, just not a widely known one yet. I was thinking about what I might tell my students, other than the mechanics of both subjects, and I think that its important that I be honest with them. What would I tell a student who wants to be a writer for a career? Do it, if you think you have something to offer a large audience that would ensnare their minds and keep their eyes on your pages then by all means go for it but realize that every year the writers audience gets shorter and its becoming very competitive for readers among writers these days and you should have a secondary career that makes you just as happy with life. Ultimately if you write one poem then your already a writer but the true difference in what most people consider to be a writer is that the popular definition is a writer who writes then shares his or her writings with the world in an open and readily accessible forum by anyone who cares to read your work. The other type of writer is the one who writes and never shares it, there is nothing wrong with that and sometimes some things arent meant to be shared they are merely meant to be written and brought to life on a page.
To a literature student what would I say? Well literature isnt so much about reading and memorizing facts about authors dead and alive, its more about reading anything you can get your hands on and considering its various meanings. Why was it written? Who wrote it? What type of person were they? When did they write it? How long did it take them to write it? Did they want to write it or did they NEED to write it? Did have a point, if so what, if not then why write it? Did they believe what they wrote? Did they have anything to gain by writing it? Was there a risk in writing it? Is it acceptable for the time it was written in? What sex was the writer? What is the auhtors race? Did either of the previous questions have any bearing on what they wrote? Were they writing it for someone? Who were they writing it for? Was the author religious? Did that have any bearing on the writing? These are important questions because the better you understand the answers then the better you understand the writing itself and the many motivations behind it. Well thats it for now.
SVS
I gotta say, that anonymous guy is 100 times popular than any other auhtor out there, must be gettin buko royalties by now. Dont ask me what exactly that means, kinda got to assume it was directed at something specific but I think we might garner from it that there is a point at which wanting something badly, something of a nature like knowledge, leads to insanity and obessesion and thats not always a bad thing. But take from it what you will.
So have I mentioned how much I hate my job lately? Its not really the work itself precisely, though that is a part of it, its more the enviroment and the ideals behind the work. To a lesser degree its some of the people involved with that work but not so much as past jobs. The principals behind it are simple, its greed and worse yet its greed hidden behind this mask of idealism that attempts to justify itself through things like "...we are providing quality customer service to our client and its customers, thereby providing and atmosphere of quality satisfaction.". I hate everything about that statement because it takes something that is horrible and ugly and tries to justify and make it beautiful, for me all it does is further prove that it is so horrible and so ugly that not even clever words and incredible stretches of justification cant help its image. But what can I say? Its corporate America, corporate any coutnry really but this is the one I live in so I have a better understanding of this one. Yeah im a conservative but I dont hold true to that label 100% of the time. Not overly fond of liberals and their ideals that they have this outlook that makes for a more moral and "equal" world but I'm not fond of the rampant greed that is so obviously seen in the conservative groups, (liberals have that greed to but they dont show it as well as the conservatives).
Lips, buddy, I know exactly how you feel. Its hard to balance school, work, and a social life, especially when you want the social part of it more than anything else somedays. Kidna wish I could honestly say that somehow I know its gonna get better and that all you have to do is be patient but I dont really believe that and im not one to say things I dont believe in unless im at work. I think that part of the reason we feel so.......shall we say frustrated and bound by our social situation is that somewhere we got the idea that this "social" promiscuity and need for a constant companion of a romantic nature is the norm. I'm not saying its not but I am saying that its possible that this is just an idea that was somehow ingrained into us perhaps by society or our own idealism and that with enough effort and concentration we can push past it or at least hold it off for the time being. I'd like to be more help here but unfortunately its something we all just have to hope gets better or solves itself and there is no garuntee of either happening.
So I was re-thinking my goal in life last night and im proud to say that I still very very much want to be a professor of Creative Writing and English Literature as well as a writer. Well to be hoenst I am a writer, just not a widely known one yet. I was thinking about what I might tell my students, other than the mechanics of both subjects, and I think that its important that I be honest with them. What would I tell a student who wants to be a writer for a career? Do it, if you think you have something to offer a large audience that would ensnare their minds and keep their eyes on your pages then by all means go for it but realize that every year the writers audience gets shorter and its becoming very competitive for readers among writers these days and you should have a secondary career that makes you just as happy with life. Ultimately if you write one poem then your already a writer but the true difference in what most people consider to be a writer is that the popular definition is a writer who writes then shares his or her writings with the world in an open and readily accessible forum by anyone who cares to read your work. The other type of writer is the one who writes and never shares it, there is nothing wrong with that and sometimes some things arent meant to be shared they are merely meant to be written and brought to life on a page.
To a literature student what would I say? Well literature isnt so much about reading and memorizing facts about authors dead and alive, its more about reading anything you can get your hands on and considering its various meanings. Why was it written? Who wrote it? What type of person were they? When did they write it? How long did it take them to write it? Did they want to write it or did they NEED to write it? Did have a point, if so what, if not then why write it? Did they believe what they wrote? Did they have anything to gain by writing it? Was there a risk in writing it? Is it acceptable for the time it was written in? What sex was the writer? What is the auhtors race? Did either of the previous questions have any bearing on what they wrote? Were they writing it for someone? Who were they writing it for? Was the author religious? Did that have any bearing on the writing? These are important questions because the better you understand the answers then the better you understand the writing itself and the many motivations behind it. Well thats it for now.
SVS
The Traveler Looked Up At The Heavens And Simply Yelled His Frustration
Quote Of The Day: "Anywhere you go, let me go to. Christine, thats all I ask of you" ~The Phantom (Andrew Lloyd Webers 'Phantom Of The Opera')
Evening friends, its been a bit since the last post I suppose. Id like to say that its because ive been busy or that I've had a lot to think about and couldnt find the time or energy to write here but it simply wouldnt be true. I cant even say that I've been too depressed to write. Rather I havent written because I found myself caught up too much in reality, a place I've often despised. I go to work, come home, get up in the morning and exercise when I can. I suddenly found myself in a place I have dreaded, complacity. I work in a cubicle damnit!!! I cannot tell you accurately how much I loathe my job, I hate knowing that what I do doesnt do ANYONE!!! any good whatsoever, that I a merely one of thousands who all do the same damn thing and not one of us truly does it any better than the other. I hate that I even started putting that job first above things id rather do in life. Money is one thing but my sanity and my pride are not for sale. I hate this place, this very hole of a void in the world. The people here are complacent and cowed, they feel so very little and know nothing of the greatness of the world around them. I was looking up on something, a memory and a thought of something long ago and I had a yearning to reach out to it, to listen to it unconditionally until it was done speaking because at the moment that I was looking at it I was feeling weak. I felt sorrow for it because I know the power and the passion that lies within, then the memory of what had happened returned I remembered that nothing so vile and nothing so undeserving of happiness will ever hold my sway again, ever bare witness to my weakest moments and be given full access to my counsel.
No, for my passion has returned and I am whole once more. My time here is quickly coming to an end and my journey to more is beggining. Rest assured that all the things that have come before and gone unanswered will return to haunt those that have wronged me and I alone will be their judge and pronounce their sentence and deal their punishment personally. To all those who know that my ire holds a special place for them, pray that I never fulfill my true potential because if I do I swear to you that I will return here and with every resource I have access to I will make sure that you feel the full weight of the misery life can bring. You will know poverty, you will know lonliness, and every immoral and illegal thing you have ever done will return to haunt you and ultimately bring you down. You are already beneath me but given time the rest of the world will see you for who you truely are, enjoy your time until then.
Was that a bit dramatic? Yes it was, but it is also true. Life is meant to be dramatic, we are not meant to be so lack luster as we often are. Good God half of you people are so dull, so undramatic that id be very much surprised to learn that you have enouch passion in all your mind to so much as ever show any of it. Who ever told you that its wrong to show that you arent dead yet, that you arent allowed to pledge your love to someone in a public forum or tell an enemy that they will rue the day they met you? This isnt wrong, this is life, this is how we are meant to be, we are not animals that have limits to the things they show. We are humanity and that carries a ring of passionate nobility with it. If you are angry then shout and yell it out so that everyone knows, if your in love then let the person know and fuel the flames of their passion as well, and if your happy then smile and do somethign to celebrate that happiness. If only we had stereos to play theme music for our moods. Think of all the organ music we would hear when someone is holding great amounts of dramatic anger in them, or how oftne the Vader March would play, how trumpets and bells would play to annouce the declaration of love, how many times at night we would hear Lady In Red or some various love song as two people realize their passion for each other. How grandeous would breakups be if they could only be put to music. Perhaps that a project to hink about for later. In fact that is somethign you should all do. Pick one or two songs for every emotion you feel in a day and play them for someone and let them guess what kind of day you had. And as im sure some of you are wondering, what would a typical day be like for Lord Shawn? Well there would be at least one song from The Phantom Of The Opera and then various things of little note during the day but then at night you would hear things like O'Fortuna, Colonne Sonore, Cannon in D, 'Come Fly With Me', 'I Need A Hero', and of course 'The Way You Look Tonight'. Perhaps 'Learn To Be Lonely' a bit too often but we all ahve our hangups I suppose. For now goodnight and learn to be passionate, learn to express yourself as you were emant to do. Oh and remember all great civilizations are built ont he back of slaves and serfs.
SVS
Evening friends, its been a bit since the last post I suppose. Id like to say that its because ive been busy or that I've had a lot to think about and couldnt find the time or energy to write here but it simply wouldnt be true. I cant even say that I've been too depressed to write. Rather I havent written because I found myself caught up too much in reality, a place I've often despised. I go to work, come home, get up in the morning and exercise when I can. I suddenly found myself in a place I have dreaded, complacity. I work in a cubicle damnit!!! I cannot tell you accurately how much I loathe my job, I hate knowing that what I do doesnt do ANYONE!!! any good whatsoever, that I a merely one of thousands who all do the same damn thing and not one of us truly does it any better than the other. I hate that I even started putting that job first above things id rather do in life. Money is one thing but my sanity and my pride are not for sale. I hate this place, this very hole of a void in the world. The people here are complacent and cowed, they feel so very little and know nothing of the greatness of the world around them. I was looking up on something, a memory and a thought of something long ago and I had a yearning to reach out to it, to listen to it unconditionally until it was done speaking because at the moment that I was looking at it I was feeling weak. I felt sorrow for it because I know the power and the passion that lies within, then the memory of what had happened returned I remembered that nothing so vile and nothing so undeserving of happiness will ever hold my sway again, ever bare witness to my weakest moments and be given full access to my counsel.
No, for my passion has returned and I am whole once more. My time here is quickly coming to an end and my journey to more is beggining. Rest assured that all the things that have come before and gone unanswered will return to haunt those that have wronged me and I alone will be their judge and pronounce their sentence and deal their punishment personally. To all those who know that my ire holds a special place for them, pray that I never fulfill my true potential because if I do I swear to you that I will return here and with every resource I have access to I will make sure that you feel the full weight of the misery life can bring. You will know poverty, you will know lonliness, and every immoral and illegal thing you have ever done will return to haunt you and ultimately bring you down. You are already beneath me but given time the rest of the world will see you for who you truely are, enjoy your time until then.
Was that a bit dramatic? Yes it was, but it is also true. Life is meant to be dramatic, we are not meant to be so lack luster as we often are. Good God half of you people are so dull, so undramatic that id be very much surprised to learn that you have enouch passion in all your mind to so much as ever show any of it. Who ever told you that its wrong to show that you arent dead yet, that you arent allowed to pledge your love to someone in a public forum or tell an enemy that they will rue the day they met you? This isnt wrong, this is life, this is how we are meant to be, we are not animals that have limits to the things they show. We are humanity and that carries a ring of passionate nobility with it. If you are angry then shout and yell it out so that everyone knows, if your in love then let the person know and fuel the flames of their passion as well, and if your happy then smile and do somethign to celebrate that happiness. If only we had stereos to play theme music for our moods. Think of all the organ music we would hear when someone is holding great amounts of dramatic anger in them, or how oftne the Vader March would play, how trumpets and bells would play to annouce the declaration of love, how many times at night we would hear Lady In Red or some various love song as two people realize their passion for each other. How grandeous would breakups be if they could only be put to music. Perhaps that a project to hink about for later. In fact that is somethign you should all do. Pick one or two songs for every emotion you feel in a day and play them for someone and let them guess what kind of day you had. And as im sure some of you are wondering, what would a typical day be like for Lord Shawn? Well there would be at least one song from The Phantom Of The Opera and then various things of little note during the day but then at night you would hear things like O'Fortuna, Colonne Sonore, Cannon in D, 'Come Fly With Me', 'I Need A Hero', and of course 'The Way You Look Tonight'. Perhaps 'Learn To Be Lonely' a bit too often but we all ahve our hangups I suppose. For now goodnight and learn to be passionate, learn to express yourself as you were emant to do. Oh and remember all great civilizations are built ont he back of slaves and serfs.
SVS
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