Spotting the Next

One way to experience these days of foreseen, coercive shifts of thought is to add to your projects list that which lures you. What lures you that you aren’t doing, or haven’t started? By chance, is there an artist inside you whom you’ve shushed? Maybe you’ve yet to start that work of art in writing, painting, drawing, or begun ballet, piano and singing lessons?

Those who befriend artists notice they can be clownishly quirky; awkward enough to occasionally bump into walls or stumble with panache; conversive, merely reserved, or loners, they contribute unexpected hilarity; are smart and quick minded, not sharing exactly the common points of view; when serious minded, they are likely more feelingly vulnerable.

Humans we call genius or eccentric are those who are truly creative, who do not intuit on a horizontal mode. In words of the musician Andres Segovia: Their lives are an ascending line along which none but they can travel.

Artistic creatives, whether studied performing artists or those studious in the silent arts like writing, painting or photography, can be deeply familiar with societal façades that repress simple potentials of anger. Considering anger feelings as one urgent motivation, some artists—more than others can possibly imagine—prefer conceiving illustrations of life’s horrific and beatific situations for decidedly self-important, sleepy amnesic humanoids.

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him [and her]... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create—so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.
~ Pearl Comfort Sydenstricker (Pearl S. Buck) (b 1892), writer, first American woman awarded Literature Nobel Prize 1938

I think Ms. Buck pretty well describes this pianist turned writer. Yet, I’m of the idea that many human creatures are born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive; negate their own sensibilities within repressed or superstitious cultures; are capable of spotting the next thing to create while unpracticed with putting together words that describe a muted desire to create.

As an example of an artist’s vision, the ongoing Staying Awake ezine evolves, tethered by creative dissonance for exposing some negligible but steadfast beliefs. The study of cosmology can provide creative assumptions and questions, interrupting an obsolete, rapacious stream of consciousness without providing solutions.

As economic and physical survival become more apparent, constantly finagling mindsets to fit fixes for one challenge then into the next can be an exhaustive trap. How can we imagine using the same training and mindsets of today as the mindsets and language for spotting and exploring the next possibilities? Map your mind around this, and notice where the solutions are not…

This moment in Earthlings’ history is not the time for spotting the next resolutions until we become fascinated with the idea of extinction of the human species.

Until we’re studying and discussing sacrifices inherent in extinction, then the repackaged and retailed language of metaphysics and traditional worn out poetic religious sentimentality can only keep Earthlings unconscious and unhappy throughout the current species’ transformation. ~ DM

The moment science is assumed irrelevant to our lives and businesses, we can presume we’re lost. Did you just feel something after reading that last sentence? Some artists feel innate relief after affecting those who wouldn’t otherwise spot the next possibilities in the transformation of conscious existence in humans.

Years back, when participating in one after another of personal development programs meant to interrupt my consciousness, I stared at a black and white photograph of a profile of a beautiful African-American woman wearing a turban. Perhaps, you too remember that popular photo? The caption under the photo was something like if you don’t have a black person in your life, you’re missing out. I would agree and add, if you don’t have an artist in your life, you’re likely missing out.

Missing out on what? The advantages of spotting the next or distinguishing any context imaginable. Religious politicians’ deliberate profanities upon the good nature of taxpaying hirelings are distractions to the many things they don’t want us discussing: The scientifically observed unimaginables.

Remarkable scientific revelations for all species are carved by the symbols of mathematics out of seas of more possibilities.
~ DM

Our constant curiosity is key
to watching what’s being created.
~ David Moorhead