Saturday, December 22, 2012
Cory Doctorow's Chicken Little
Happiness. Our eternal quest. What if we knew exactly what would make us happy? What if we could see how every action's repercussions would affect us? We could choose to be happy.
What if we already have this ability? And we choose not to use it?
As always Doctorow makes me think. His ability to define universal issues in the context of modern mass dilemma is uncanny. His voice is full of confidence in human nature even while revealing to us the flaky crust we each want to call our soul. He makes me feel like we are all baked in this pie together, 40 and 20 blackbirds; that this is how we might have our pie and eat it too. We are the pie.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Monday, December 03, 2012
Some time ago...resulting in my personal Reader's Block
The whole impetus behind my inspiration and intent for bibliotherapy is that creativity heals, is a healing process. But in reading Reader's Block with all the notes of creatives who have committed suicide or have been locked up in looney bins, I am reassessing and thinking it is not so simple.
Feeling deeply is dangerous even when those feelings are transmuted through an artistic medium. So therapeutically accessing feelings requires filters, thus art's structural confines and the importance of taking the time to develop skill sets related to the chosen medium.
Reading what someone else has written is a filtering by the author, i.e., the work has been done for the reader. It is only by fleshing out the work in relation to personal references that there is access and process occurring in any meaningful way for the reader. The most meaningful being to, in turn, become an author and make yet more meaning
Until my pain or pleasure or peace is looking back at me, I am not fully conscious of its worth or able to integrate the feeling in a healthy way, whether re-experiencing it or learning to move on.
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