On Being Fine
08/15/06 6:45 AM – 7:11 AM
It is there in the subtle work of forgetting that we are remembering the action that must be taken now. Where are you going? Is it away from what must be done now? There is no difference between sitting at the desk at home and standing at the desk at work – both fall into the category of “things the dead can’t do.” So remember that. You’re alive and memory is a mysterious process.
How do you write? You sit down and write. If the first daft, you just write. You can’t tell the story until you tell it. There is no plot until the story is told. Any invocations of archetypes or higher criticism or lower criticism are bullshit. If the story you want the story to tell were actually being told, it would be a lot more boring. There is the story and that is all. Read it. Write your own if you don’t like it. So there. Coming back to this, remember the better process of forgetting that which is not present. Just write the words as they flicker into your mind and stop wondering where they came from. Woohoo. You’re an “artist.” Woohoo, let me repeat.
For the Little Boy in My Line Who Was Scared of Ambulances and Will Never Read This – no, you’re not fine. Your mom was lying to make you feel better. Actually, she was lying because she didn’t like the effect that your fear was having on her. No, the paramedics will not always be able to take care of whoever it was that needed them. You are not fine. You are going to die. Your mom is going to die. Everyone and everything is going to die in some way. And we have no proof of what is going to happen after that event. Forget about it. You can’t stop it. Let it go and get on with the realities of being alive right now. You’re what, seven? You’ve got ten more years of school at least. When you get home from school, do not immediately do your homework. Go outside and play. Give the best hours of the day to playing, give the crap that they require of you second or third best. If you’re scared of ambulances, then you’re smarter than average, and your second best will score pretty damn well on their grading system. My time limit is up so here’s my parting advice - drink booze, take drugs, have sex, eat meat, but in all of this, be tied to nothing. It’s all going to get taken away at one point or another. You will experience many small deaths before the big one takes you. Life is short, it just takes a long fucking time. You might as well enjoy it. So, on second thought, yes, you’re fine.
It is there in the subtle work of forgetting that we are remembering the action that must be taken now. Where are you going? Is it away from what must be done now? There is no difference between sitting at the desk at home and standing at the desk at work – both fall into the category of “things the dead can’t do.” So remember that. You’re alive and memory is a mysterious process.
How do you write? You sit down and write. If the first daft, you just write. You can’t tell the story until you tell it. There is no plot until the story is told. Any invocations of archetypes or higher criticism or lower criticism are bullshit. If the story you want the story to tell were actually being told, it would be a lot more boring. There is the story and that is all. Read it. Write your own if you don’t like it. So there. Coming back to this, remember the better process of forgetting that which is not present. Just write the words as they flicker into your mind and stop wondering where they came from. Woohoo. You’re an “artist.” Woohoo, let me repeat.
For the Little Boy in My Line Who Was Scared of Ambulances and Will Never Read This – no, you’re not fine. Your mom was lying to make you feel better. Actually, she was lying because she didn’t like the effect that your fear was having on her. No, the paramedics will not always be able to take care of whoever it was that needed them. You are not fine. You are going to die. Your mom is going to die. Everyone and everything is going to die in some way. And we have no proof of what is going to happen after that event. Forget about it. You can’t stop it. Let it go and get on with the realities of being alive right now. You’re what, seven? You’ve got ten more years of school at least. When you get home from school, do not immediately do your homework. Go outside and play. Give the best hours of the day to playing, give the crap that they require of you second or third best. If you’re scared of ambulances, then you’re smarter than average, and your second best will score pretty damn well on their grading system. My time limit is up so here’s my parting advice - drink booze, take drugs, have sex, eat meat, but in all of this, be tied to nothing. It’s all going to get taken away at one point or another. You will experience many small deaths before the big one takes you. Life is short, it just takes a long fucking time. You might as well enjoy it. So, on second thought, yes, you’re fine.
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