Turn Magical to Defeat Almost into Unexpected
My life is lived for the hell of it. If I say that out loud women cluck and men snort, but that is all I got. Apart from learning and creating art; everything else is fine either way as far as I'm concerned. Some things appeal to me of course, comic books, language, diverse subjects, young women and most of all rocking everything in my life.
Because everyone was relaxed and having fun when they saw me, and because I published my pix and vids right away that satisfied them. Although I told them I was collecting material for a project few asked questions except socially, and even still, I reckon many folks think I was hanging out looking for love or friends. Sorry but it was only about the art for me, and it is necessary to maintain a professional distance from my subjects while working in a scene like this. For myself that is. But I hope some friendships we formed will continue to grow.
Blogging for my life and for peace and to kickstart my career has brought my equation into sharp focus, and challenged my analytical nature to expound the lyrics of John Lennon's Imagine into a metaphysical set of simplified complexity, calculated to act as tiny drivers to suggest more valuable insight for considering information each person already has in her brain already.
After all I realize just how many shows I shot this year and that @ each one I entered an altered state of perception in doing the work that carried on with me, sometimes for days afterwards. My spreadsheet clearly shows that as my mania grew so too the quality of the work I did; it became more interesting and valuable for my intention. One chick I admire as a peer and foolishly decided to confine in as a friend; I babbled on about my misgivings at having meet so very many cool chicks, but am unable to ethically approach any. Of course all she head me tell her is that I'm not into you. That night was suicide, but I flopped around a few more days, just long enough to piss off even the ones who were valiantly trying to rescue me from my pending catastrophe. Thank you every one!
If I did not fall in love with any young woman, at least I do still love very much the entire cast I captured in this project. However you feel now, in my work you loved me and it is there forever in the joy I caught in yer faces. All along I was looking for the future time when this will preserve those fast fleeting times we shared you will welcome the attention I betcha.
My life is lived for the hell of it. If I say that out loud women cluck and men snort, but that is all I got. Apart from learning and creating art; everything else is fine either way as far as I'm concerned. Some things appeal to me of course, comic books, language, diverse subjects, young women and most of all rocking everything in my life.
“In the time of the sorcerers who were the
founders of my lineage, women were, by rule, the naguals. Their natural pragmatism; the product of
their femaleness; led my lineage into pits of practicalities from which they
could barely emerge. Then the males took over, and led my lineage into pits
of imbecility from which we are barely emerging now.”
“To be a sorcerer doesn’t mean to practice witchcraft, or to work to
affect people, or to be possessed by demons. To be a sorcerer means to reach
a level of awareness that makes inconceivable things available.”
-don Juan Matus
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The course of my carefree life has lead me into capers of all sorts, but this Post-Punk document is many time over the largest one of these I ever pulled of, and nearly completely unscathed. What I mean by this is I began this project on a tiny thread of purpose and followed the music where it took me; shooting pix and vid as it moved me of what moved me. The bands, the guitars, drums, mikes, cables, petal box toys, moniters sound boards, crowds, what everybody wears, their shoes and drinks, snacks, smokes and attitudes having a rockin' great blast!
“With a lifetime artists grow,
move on and sometimes come home.
Love your friends and
remember they are always you and
all things keep coming back around.”
-Comic Book Shaman
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The idea that the perceptual
interpretations that make up the world have a flow is contiguous with the
fact that they run uninterrupted and are rarely if ever open to question.
In fact the reality of the
world we know is so taken for granted the (don Juan’s)basic premise of
sorcery, that reality is merely one of many descriptions could hardly be
taken as a serious proposition.
-Carlos Castaneda
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The promotional aspect of the magical guitar was a sound spell and worked very well but unfortunately my power was divided too thinly in numerous aspects of my life, and I failed to keep @ the strength it took to carry it on. Here some chick would have put me over and everything else would have been better served, but what the hell.
Thus as a teacher of sorcery,
don Juan endeavored to describe the world to me from the very first time we
talked. My difficulty grasping his concepts and methods stemmed from the fact
that the units of description were alien and incompatible with those of my
own.
-Carlos Castaneda
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If one wants to stop our fellow men one must always be
outside the circle that presses them. That way one can always direct the
pressure.
-don Juan Matus
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Blogging for my life and for peace and to kickstart my career has brought my equation into sharp focus, and challenged my analytical nature to expound the lyrics of John Lennon's Imagine into a metaphysical set of simplified complexity, calculated to act as tiny drivers to suggest more valuable insight for considering information each person already has in her brain already.
Fright never injures anyone.
What injures the spirit is having someone always on your back, beating you,
telling you what to do and what not to do.
-don Juan Matus
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After all I realize just how many shows I shot this year and that @ each one I entered an altered state of perception in doing the work that carried on with me, sometimes for days afterwards. My spreadsheet clearly shows that as my mania grew so too the quality of the work I did; it became more interesting and valuable for my intention. One chick I admire as a peer and foolishly decided to confine in as a friend; I babbled on about my misgivings at having meet so very many cool chicks, but am unable to ethically approach any. Of course all she head me tell her is that I'm not into you. That night was suicide, but I flopped around a few more days, just long enough to piss off even the ones who were valiantly trying to rescue me from my pending catastrophe. Thank you every one!
After stopping the world the next step (is) seeing. By seeing don
Juan meant: that I would like to categorize
as (responding) to the perpetual solicitations of the world outside of the
description we have learned to call reality.
-Carlos Castaneda
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