(Editor's note: I will not be including excerpts or gross allusions in this critique. Your choice to ingest it elsewhere, my choice to keep it out.)
The only reason I am taking this on (because I could have honestly gone my whole life without acknowledging this books' existence) is because everybody seemed really concerned about it, but not necessarily for all the right reasons. Good and moral reasons to be sure, but let me paint for you the true travesty that books such as Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey have brought upon the literary world.
In 2005, Stephanie Meyer released her first installment of the Twilight series. Featuring a young malleable female protagonist whom, "all girls could relate to because she is so blank" and a young looking old vampire with stalking tendencies as this vampire will casually lets himself into her room, at night, while she's sleeping, and without her permission. The story started the engine in 50 Shades of Grey author, E. L. James' mind that created the now well known conflicted relationship between Christian, a millionaire, a victim, and an abuser, and Anastasia, yet another somewhat blank in easily molded female character.
Stephanie Meyer started Twilight with some good and moral intentions that she managed to keep. She wanted to make it a big deal that Bella and Edward had a pure love because they did not have sex until after marriage, however, her book failed to carry this message to the world at large. All anyone seemed to care about was the sexual tension in the series.
The soft pornographic nature and the possessive style relationships featured in this series combined with a young impressionable fan base that accepted it as credible mainstream material gave this work unprecedented power for the wrong reasons. Young girls were swooning at the idea of being wanted so much by powerful hot vampires and young boys were trying to figure out how they could emulate those vampires so they could attract the girls they liked. Scary right?
In short, Twilight became a series that didn't quite carry the message that its author wanted because of the louder sensational elements of the book. It is a tragedy when the author can't keep an audience focused on their point.
50 Shades of Grey, originally inspired by Twilight, also had a good premise.
Don't stop reading. Hear me out. The story is rubbish, but the premise isn't. At it's core, all it is, is Beauty and the Beast all over again.
The story does deal with certain human truths which is what we do want in our literature. Like most abusers, the male protagonist was abused as a child and perpetuates that abuse in his future relationships. This does happen in the world. It doesn't have to be discussed explicitly, but it does happen and it is a topic that can and should be discussed in some literature. Our female protagonist even becomes the hero by exercising an old trope where the pure virgin tames the brute and turns him into a well adjusted human being and defeats his abuser in the process. She doesn't manage to stay a virgin, but it's still based on that trope. It's a very Faustian story at it's core and there is a story there that can be told well.
However, like I said, only the premise in 50 Shades of Grey is a great idea. The topic of having an abused underdog overcoming the cycle of abuse is totally a story worth having.
Yet, this book, just like Twilight, has way to much in it that distracts from that potential message and I can honestly say that the author never intended to focus on anything moral at all. The only acknowledged theme here is sex, sex, sex, and more sex. Yet another great opportunity is lost in the literary world for a real story to be brought to light and relished. Sex can be a theme if it shows how it affects society, history, human psychology etc. Otherwise its just a thing people do. No meaning whatsoever.
This is horrible to those of us who seek out books to discover new perspectives and meaning in a chaotic world. Instead we're being drowned in sensationalist garbage that means absolutely nothing. Where are the philosophers? Where is Socrates, Shakespeare, Milton, and the unknown authors of Beowulf? Where is Ernest Hemingway, Harper Lee, Mark Twain, William Faulkner, or Thomas Jefferson? Where is Gandalf for crying out loud! Books aren't just about entertainment, they're about presenting new perspectives on timeless ideas in this multifaceted world of ours. Trash books like these make us forget that.
Worse, people who don't take the time to read good literature and discuss it make us forget that.
We only have our illiterate selves to blame that books like these gain more conversation than Paradise Lost, because we decided long ago as a society that big old books are just too hard to understand.
I've always said that a true story teller can engage a large audience without having to fall back on shock factors like foulness, sex, or depravity. A genius, can keep an audience focused on a toothbrush for an hour without falling back on those easy paths.
This is the discussion that should be happening concerning this movie that's coming out. Let's talk about abuse. Let's talk about women's and men's rights. Let's talk about real relationships. Most of all let's beg the story tellers to give us more then sensation. Give us truth. Give us universal, deep meaning about the world and a new creative way on how to perceive it.
Only then will be able to regain some humanity in our words.
Random thoughts on art, lifestyle, and the written word.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Jan 9th 2015 Art and Why Sia is the Bravest Woman Alive
These two songs are part of series of songs by the music artist Sia called 1000 Forms of Fear.
Chandelier
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vjPBrBU-TM
Elastic Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWZGAExj-es
Meaning in art is highly based on individual interpretation. The only requirement to be a correct interpretation is that you must be able to convincingly prove your perspective on any given piece with only that piece.
I found this subject online today and I had to write about it for various reasons. First I want to start out by saying the "Elastic Heart" music video is an amazing piece of art that's tackling a difficult subject. Internal struggles are hard to display on screen, in song, or in dance because they are so personal and people often misinterpret it because they're coming from a different experience than the artist who made it. This is basically why I think there is an uproar about Sia's latest video, "Elastic Heart." In this video you have 28 year old man and a 12 year old girl in flesh colored outfits interpretative dancing in a cage. Feel free to widen your eyes at this point because the gut reaction is, "Whoa, hang on now, is this going to be about child abuse?" This is a valid fear since 98% of music videos are about romantic (or a better word cupidic) relationships with dances and symbols to match. If you add the age gap and then the creep-o-meter shoots off the charts. As a society, we universally oppose pedophilia and child abuse in every respect and are willing to go to arms over it if even a wiff of it is present. I mean, even convicts are rumored to beat up fellow inmates for pedo-related crimes as a form of justice. This is all a valid interpretation of "Elastic Heart", except for the fact that it's wrong.
I wasn't nearly as disturbed as some people were by Sia's choices in this video. While some interpreted the cage as a giant bird cage I saw a tiger cage and many of the first dance moves were feline in nature and supported that interpretation. Thanks to these images, when I first watched the video, I already viewed the dancers as representing something other than the people they actually were. While some parts can be interpreted as pedophilia, I feel like this is disproven with the fact that its the little girl who in charge of most of the video. Throughout the video she is far more energetic and aggressive than the exhausted and torn up grown man she's chasing around the cage. On top of that there was no inappropriate touching, gyrations, or anything similar to the more "sexy" dance videos we're used to seeing. The reason why I think people are missing the point here, I believe, is because of two major fallacies: one, all buff men are sex objects; two, all little blonde girls are vulnerable and defenseless. I've never seen a buff grown man get beat around so much by a little girl as I did in this video. She scratches, hits, kicks, and scares him into corners. Her face is often turned downward which in most art is an interpretation of determined control, not tilted back, which is a more vulnerable and weaker pose. She even openly laughs in his face at points. However, they are still a grown man and a little girl in minimal nude clothing dancing in a cage. Again, I can see the other point, but I highly doubt Sia was going for that.
Remember, this exact same little girl character in this exact same costume represented addiction in the last video, "Chandelier." In that video, she was the embodiment of what happens inside someone when they are addicted to something that is typically socially acceptable. Sia had revealed in an interview that she has had her own struggles with wanting to be a fun party girl who is accepted while dealing with the realities alcoholism. Since the little girl is the exact same in "Elastic Heart" and both songs are meant to be in a series, we can safely interpret her as that same struggle or more specifically alcoholism itself. Sia tweeted after the released of "Elastic Heart" that Shia LaBeouf and Maddie Ziegler were playing two parts of the same person. If that is the case, then we can consider dirty, buff, glove wearing Shia as the persona that has been fighting to get away from his past, but is still drawn to it as alcoholics also deal with lifetime attractions to alcohol. I think its the acting "drawn to" factor that set off most pedophilia antennas, but lets be honest that in a culture that accepts homosexuality you would get the same feeling if it was acted as well by a grown woman. If you took out the "drawn to" factor all together, you'd be lying about how powerful addiction really is and it wouldn't be as strong of a video. In short; good art makes comfortable men uncomfortable, and uncomfortable men comfortable. This qualifies.
This theoretical interpretation I have is supported by the fact that the little girl is in control most of the time and its all Shia can do to be in control even in the littlest sense. There's a point in the new video where Shia gets as far away as he can from Ziegler by climbing to the top of the cage. Then Ziegler seems to go to sleep. If we are to take Ziegler as alcoholism this picture is brilliant. Shia is still tempted to come closer when Ziegler appears innocently asleep, when she wakes up she even comes to him innocently before biting him. Which addiction does. Once you get away from something that's bad, looking back at it may make it seem less harmful, but get too close and it will always bite you and laugh in your face. The whole dance is basically the war between addiction, temptation, and the struggle that comes from that experience. After a few close examinations, I realized the cage could be interpreted as the boundaries an addict has to put up in their lives to keep from falling off the wagon, that doesn't mean that the temptation can't get in, it just means its harder to get out. This proven when the girl easily slips in and out of the cage as Shia, while he could leave, stays inside. The fact that she can get out of the cage at all again disproves the pedophilia theory. The alcoholism theory is further proven when Shia is carrying Zielger on his back like a heavy load and later she hits him on the head four times, changing his face from sick, to silly, to angry, to subdued, which are common personality switches alcohol can cause. Ziegler also reacts to his breath as if it stunk, which is another side affect of alcohol. I felt like the choreography showed the struggle of addiction beautifully. It was tragic and powerful to watch and I don't think people who have always felt in complete control of themselves would get it.
I can see where people would have misinterpreted this as child molestation. We are dealing with abstract concepts of desire, need, want, right, wrong, temptation, and the common and often seen interpretation of these things in the media is sexual in nature. This is why Sia is the bravest woman alive. She's willing to risk the wrong and socially despised interpretation in order to show a new perspective on a different internal struggle. Sex is talked about all of the time. The destructive internal wars of alcohol and other temptations on the other hand, are barely represented at all in art. If they are, its very blunt or poorly done. When you look at the lyrics they are even more vague and subject to interpretation. In an art form that only seems to be concerned with talking about love between two people, its easy to just jump to weird conclusions, but when you look at the lyrics from the perspective that I've spent way too much time describing, it's even more powerful than the typical cliché relationship. Remember, the center stage is all about what is going on inside a single person. Then again, my interpretation can also be completely wrong. I just know that it has more proof than the pedophilia argument.
Chandelier
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vjPBrBU-TM
Elastic Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWZGAExj-es
Meaning in art is highly based on individual interpretation. The only requirement to be a correct interpretation is that you must be able to convincingly prove your perspective on any given piece with only that piece.
I found this subject online today and I had to write about it for various reasons. First I want to start out by saying the "Elastic Heart" music video is an amazing piece of art that's tackling a difficult subject. Internal struggles are hard to display on screen, in song, or in dance because they are so personal and people often misinterpret it because they're coming from a different experience than the artist who made it. This is basically why I think there is an uproar about Sia's latest video, "Elastic Heart." In this video you have 28 year old man and a 12 year old girl in flesh colored outfits interpretative dancing in a cage. Feel free to widen your eyes at this point because the gut reaction is, "Whoa, hang on now, is this going to be about child abuse?" This is a valid fear since 98% of music videos are about romantic (or a better word cupidic) relationships with dances and symbols to match. If you add the age gap and then the creep-o-meter shoots off the charts. As a society, we universally oppose pedophilia and child abuse in every respect and are willing to go to arms over it if even a wiff of it is present. I mean, even convicts are rumored to beat up fellow inmates for pedo-related crimes as a form of justice. This is all a valid interpretation of "Elastic Heart", except for the fact that it's wrong.
I wasn't nearly as disturbed as some people were by Sia's choices in this video. While some interpreted the cage as a giant bird cage I saw a tiger cage and many of the first dance moves were feline in nature and supported that interpretation. Thanks to these images, when I first watched the video, I already viewed the dancers as representing something other than the people they actually were. While some parts can be interpreted as pedophilia, I feel like this is disproven with the fact that its the little girl who in charge of most of the video. Throughout the video she is far more energetic and aggressive than the exhausted and torn up grown man she's chasing around the cage. On top of that there was no inappropriate touching, gyrations, or anything similar to the more "sexy" dance videos we're used to seeing. The reason why I think people are missing the point here, I believe, is because of two major fallacies: one, all buff men are sex objects; two, all little blonde girls are vulnerable and defenseless. I've never seen a buff grown man get beat around so much by a little girl as I did in this video. She scratches, hits, kicks, and scares him into corners. Her face is often turned downward which in most art is an interpretation of determined control, not tilted back, which is a more vulnerable and weaker pose. She even openly laughs in his face at points. However, they are still a grown man and a little girl in minimal nude clothing dancing in a cage. Again, I can see the other point, but I highly doubt Sia was going for that.
Remember, this exact same little girl character in this exact same costume represented addiction in the last video, "Chandelier." In that video, she was the embodiment of what happens inside someone when they are addicted to something that is typically socially acceptable. Sia had revealed in an interview that she has had her own struggles with wanting to be a fun party girl who is accepted while dealing with the realities alcoholism. Since the little girl is the exact same in "Elastic Heart" and both songs are meant to be in a series, we can safely interpret her as that same struggle or more specifically alcoholism itself. Sia tweeted after the released of "Elastic Heart" that Shia LaBeouf and Maddie Ziegler were playing two parts of the same person. If that is the case, then we can consider dirty, buff, glove wearing Shia as the persona that has been fighting to get away from his past, but is still drawn to it as alcoholics also deal with lifetime attractions to alcohol. I think its the acting "drawn to" factor that set off most pedophilia antennas, but lets be honest that in a culture that accepts homosexuality you would get the same feeling if it was acted as well by a grown woman. If you took out the "drawn to" factor all together, you'd be lying about how powerful addiction really is and it wouldn't be as strong of a video. In short; good art makes comfortable men uncomfortable, and uncomfortable men comfortable. This qualifies.
This theoretical interpretation I have is supported by the fact that the little girl is in control most of the time and its all Shia can do to be in control even in the littlest sense. There's a point in the new video where Shia gets as far away as he can from Ziegler by climbing to the top of the cage. Then Ziegler seems to go to sleep. If we are to take Ziegler as alcoholism this picture is brilliant. Shia is still tempted to come closer when Ziegler appears innocently asleep, when she wakes up she even comes to him innocently before biting him. Which addiction does. Once you get away from something that's bad, looking back at it may make it seem less harmful, but get too close and it will always bite you and laugh in your face. The whole dance is basically the war between addiction, temptation, and the struggle that comes from that experience. After a few close examinations, I realized the cage could be interpreted as the boundaries an addict has to put up in their lives to keep from falling off the wagon, that doesn't mean that the temptation can't get in, it just means its harder to get out. This proven when the girl easily slips in and out of the cage as Shia, while he could leave, stays inside. The fact that she can get out of the cage at all again disproves the pedophilia theory. The alcoholism theory is further proven when Shia is carrying Zielger on his back like a heavy load and later she hits him on the head four times, changing his face from sick, to silly, to angry, to subdued, which are common personality switches alcohol can cause. Ziegler also reacts to his breath as if it stunk, which is another side affect of alcohol. I felt like the choreography showed the struggle of addiction beautifully. It was tragic and powerful to watch and I don't think people who have always felt in complete control of themselves would get it.
I can see where people would have misinterpreted this as child molestation. We are dealing with abstract concepts of desire, need, want, right, wrong, temptation, and the common and often seen interpretation of these things in the media is sexual in nature. This is why Sia is the bravest woman alive. She's willing to risk the wrong and socially despised interpretation in order to show a new perspective on a different internal struggle. Sex is talked about all of the time. The destructive internal wars of alcohol and other temptations on the other hand, are barely represented at all in art. If they are, its very blunt or poorly done. When you look at the lyrics they are even more vague and subject to interpretation. In an art form that only seems to be concerned with talking about love between two people, its easy to just jump to weird conclusions, but when you look at the lyrics from the perspective that I've spent way too much time describing, it's even more powerful than the typical cliché relationship. Remember, the center stage is all about what is going on inside a single person. Then again, my interpretation can also be completely wrong. I just know that it has more proof than the pedophilia argument.
Why Blogger is Better
Simply put, I got sucked into doing all of my word-smithing on Facebook Notes. That particular function in the last few months has suddenly decided that paragraph breaks for online reading aren't important. Time to move the shop back here. Meanwhile, enjoy random posts from thoughts I'd been having over the past year.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Finally! I've Rediscovered My Creative Well
Exciting news! It seems like two years is the time it takes for the trauma of using art for grades to subside. That and therapy in creating other stuff like YouTube videos, illustrations, and stuff. Actually, I just really, really, really, missed writing for fun. I was going through a bit of a depressed spell that was lasting too long and it wasn't until I started working on this project that I began to feel better.
Writing therapy. It's the best kind of mental exercise.
I've decided to use NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) http://nanowrimo.org/ as an excuse to start a story I've been considering for some time. I'm not officially taking part in the fun on their website for two reasons, my format isn't in novel form, [blog, hello, episodic is the only way to go] and I don't want to step back into over editing too little material because of the time constraint. I know that's not the point of NaNoWriMo, everyone knows they're doing first drafts, but I need to be careful with my new roots. We don't want to accidentally cause my vibes to go back into hibernation.
I have a good support system through a reality show of all things. The Quest was a fantasy based reality show that inspired a lot of artists and fans and we all take part in the Facebook page, The Quest Army. https://www.facebook.com/groups/thequestarmy/?ref=br_tf
It's fun to work with an encouraging bunch of artists who are as passionate about creating stuff as they are about promoting good TV. The only downside is that no one seems willing to critique anyone, but that's o.k. I guess, artists critique themselves enough. It's nice to have a platform where you know the people are nice.
I finished my story map today and I'm hoping to start the first post draft tonight.
(What? You don't know what a story map is? I guess that's because I invented it. It helps me "see" more clearly what's going on with my characters when and to see where the plot is going. The format is simple. I started with a large roll of newspaper paper and wrote the names of my principle characters along the end. Then I drew lines or columns down the page and at intervals wrote summaries of what was happening to each character, unrolling the paper as much as needed. The place on the page determined the chronological order in which events occurred between the characters. If two characters are interacting I included important individual perspectives they would have at that time. This time I used a word table and I think I liked it a little better than hand writing. I could write more in the summary, but I didn't like summarizing a scene beyond a page and I believe it would lose usefulness with more than five main characters.)
If I get inspired to write other things before this projects completion I'll put them on the back burner at least until the first arc is completed to avoid confusion.
Wish me luck!
Writing therapy. It's the best kind of mental exercise.
I've decided to use NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) http://nanowrimo.org/ as an excuse to start a story I've been considering for some time. I'm not officially taking part in the fun on their website for two reasons, my format isn't in novel form, [blog, hello, episodic is the only way to go] and I don't want to step back into over editing too little material because of the time constraint. I know that's not the point of NaNoWriMo, everyone knows they're doing first drafts, but I need to be careful with my new roots. We don't want to accidentally cause my vibes to go back into hibernation.
I have a good support system through a reality show of all things. The Quest was a fantasy based reality show that inspired a lot of artists and fans and we all take part in the Facebook page, The Quest Army. https://www.facebook.com/groups/thequestarmy/?ref=br_tf
It's fun to work with an encouraging bunch of artists who are as passionate about creating stuff as they are about promoting good TV. The only downside is that no one seems willing to critique anyone, but that's o.k. I guess, artists critique themselves enough. It's nice to have a platform where you know the people are nice.
I finished my story map today and I'm hoping to start the first post draft tonight.
(What? You don't know what a story map is? I guess that's because I invented it. It helps me "see" more clearly what's going on with my characters when and to see where the plot is going. The format is simple. I started with a large roll of newspaper paper and wrote the names of my principle characters along the end. Then I drew lines or columns down the page and at intervals wrote summaries of what was happening to each character, unrolling the paper as much as needed. The place on the page determined the chronological order in which events occurred between the characters. If two characters are interacting I included important individual perspectives they would have at that time. This time I used a word table and I think I liked it a little better than hand writing. I could write more in the summary, but I didn't like summarizing a scene beyond a page and I believe it would lose usefulness with more than five main characters.)
If I get inspired to write other things before this projects completion I'll put them on the back burner at least until the first arc is completed to avoid confusion.
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
A Thought on Perspectives
A long time ago, I saw a National Geographic video that featured one of the company's main photographers.
He made some very good arguments about the importance of PERSPECTIVE.
One photo in particular struck me. I think he was in Scotland on assignment to shoot a picture of this river for a story about fishing. The perspective that most photographers would have taken would be to shoot some men fishing on the river in a angular or clever fashion. He was there well before dawn and there were men on the river. After taking a few shots, he still couldn't feel the magic.
He is National Geographic's leading photographer after all. For him, what everyone else could easily see isn't good enough. He wanted to share an experience only he could see. Only then would it be perfect, unique, and touch the people of the world.
He needed a different perspective.
He turned around, putting his back to the river.
The rising sun was making the most glorious image of pink hued light on the river bed. It was magical. It was perfect. The shot that made the magazine no longer showed the perspective of what strangers walking on the bank might view the fishermen doing. It now showed the perspective the FISHERMEN got to experience every morning.
This made the more compelling story.
Yesterday, I went to another lecture with a professional photographer. He openly admitted that camera phones in the right hands were now as capable of making brilliant shots as a $6,000 camera. As he was instructing us on style, positioning, and lighting and why these factors were important in photography I was impressed with the other story he was telling.
Photography is a dying art.
"Selfies" are now more interesting than a good art shot...supposedly...I still think they're sloppy but in rebellious-not-exactly-bad-just-not-something-I'd-want-on-my-wall kind of way.
The instructor and his wife are both professional photographers. As I watched them through the night I couldn't see a hint of worry about the future. Didn't they know they needed to get another degree in order to survive this harsh cruel world? Photography is dying. Weren't they worried about getting a job? What job could they get? He himself had told us that even reporters were being instructed on how to use camera phones and that the news photographers were being fired left and right because of it.
How could he not worry? I realize that not everyone is like me and worrying about if their art can sustain them. I was curious about how he could seem so sure in his craft.
The photographer let us in on a secret. He was often bored.
He had started with wedding shoots and senior pictures. Those became mundane. He knew enough about his craft that he was able to take a new perspective. He invented something to give his photos a unique feel. Other photographers saw this and wanted him to make this item for them to use. That started production and more inventions. He eventually became a professionals professional by going around the country to instruct photographers about how to make their pictures stand out from the camera phones.
Most people would be satisfied for the rest of their lives with this level of notoriety.
But, as expected, he quickly got bored.
He still experiments with way to create that next new shot. He's currently playing with elements like fire and water in his own backyard. He's always looking for the next shot. The next unique element. The next experiment that will allow him to show people something new.
The point?
Anyone can buy and shoot a camera.
It takes someone with a drive to continually find a unique perspective that will make his craft soar.
This relates to all art including writing. We all know that there are cliches in every work. The more T.V. I see the more cliches there are. People were starting to get lazy in their writing. Then some crazy geeks took over the screen writing field and shows like Doctor Who and Once Upon a Time became the stars of the networks. Not because of their genre, but because those who loved the genre decided to take a risk and deliver a new perspective on something everyone has seen before.
These new writers risked new turns of phrases, new plot endings, while destroying preconceived notions left and right to make room for their own unique story. My favorite? The bad guys actually WIN a couple of times to make a good guy win seem earned.
New clever plots and/or worlds are good.
Exploring the depths of the human experience is better.
Discovering those depths while learning about a new plot and/or world is the best kind of writing there is.
He made some very good arguments about the importance of PERSPECTIVE.
One photo in particular struck me. I think he was in Scotland on assignment to shoot a picture of this river for a story about fishing. The perspective that most photographers would have taken would be to shoot some men fishing on the river in a angular or clever fashion. He was there well before dawn and there were men on the river. After taking a few shots, he still couldn't feel the magic.
He is National Geographic's leading photographer after all. For him, what everyone else could easily see isn't good enough. He wanted to share an experience only he could see. Only then would it be perfect, unique, and touch the people of the world.
He needed a different perspective.
He turned around, putting his back to the river.
The rising sun was making the most glorious image of pink hued light on the river bed. It was magical. It was perfect. The shot that made the magazine no longer showed the perspective of what strangers walking on the bank might view the fishermen doing. It now showed the perspective the FISHERMEN got to experience every morning.
This made the more compelling story.
Yesterday, I went to another lecture with a professional photographer. He openly admitted that camera phones in the right hands were now as capable of making brilliant shots as a $6,000 camera. As he was instructing us on style, positioning, and lighting and why these factors were important in photography I was impressed with the other story he was telling.
Photography is a dying art.
"Selfies" are now more interesting than a good art shot...supposedly...I still think they're sloppy but in rebellious-not-exactly-bad-just-not-something-I'd-want-on-my-wall kind of way.
The instructor and his wife are both professional photographers. As I watched them through the night I couldn't see a hint of worry about the future. Didn't they know they needed to get another degree in order to survive this harsh cruel world? Photography is dying. Weren't they worried about getting a job? What job could they get? He himself had told us that even reporters were being instructed on how to use camera phones and that the news photographers were being fired left and right because of it.
How could he not worry? I realize that not everyone is like me and worrying about if their art can sustain them. I was curious about how he could seem so sure in his craft.
The photographer let us in on a secret. He was often bored.
He had started with wedding shoots and senior pictures. Those became mundane. He knew enough about his craft that he was able to take a new perspective. He invented something to give his photos a unique feel. Other photographers saw this and wanted him to make this item for them to use. That started production and more inventions. He eventually became a professionals professional by going around the country to instruct photographers about how to make their pictures stand out from the camera phones.
Most people would be satisfied for the rest of their lives with this level of notoriety.
But, as expected, he quickly got bored.
He still experiments with way to create that next new shot. He's currently playing with elements like fire and water in his own backyard. He's always looking for the next shot. The next unique element. The next experiment that will allow him to show people something new.
The point?
Anyone can buy and shoot a camera.
It takes someone with a drive to continually find a unique perspective that will make his craft soar.
This relates to all art including writing. We all know that there are cliches in every work. The more T.V. I see the more cliches there are. People were starting to get lazy in their writing. Then some crazy geeks took over the screen writing field and shows like Doctor Who and Once Upon a Time became the stars of the networks. Not because of their genre, but because those who loved the genre decided to take a risk and deliver a new perspective on something everyone has seen before.
These new writers risked new turns of phrases, new plot endings, while destroying preconceived notions left and right to make room for their own unique story. My favorite? The bad guys actually WIN a couple of times to make a good guy win seem earned.
New clever plots and/or worlds are good.
Exploring the depths of the human experience is better.
Discovering those depths while learning about a new plot and/or world is the best kind of writing there is.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Perspectives: Part 2: Tiny Joys
I paced my room looking down at the white carpet.
Winter darkness always makes doing things harder for someone like me; I love
the daylight and early morning sunshine. Even in the coldest winter, if I see
the sunrise peak under the bank of clouds, I am content for the day.
I studied my manicured toe-nails nestled in the carpet
before bending down and doing a few pushups. Sunshine may give me vitamin D, but
push-ups could give me that quick burst of endorphins and good feelings I
needed to get through this evening.
It had been a good day at the office. I had been
called in to substitute for another aide which meant I was able to work a whole
two hours longer this week than the usual six. It’s not much, but at least it’s
something.
One of the patients had recently damaged his
shoulder in a construction accident. The physical therapist was asked to, “keep
him limber,” for the impending operation by the doctor. It was hard to see the
man and his wife grimace in pain as I instructed his workouts, but they would
do him some good in the end. He is a fighter. He kept wanting to push his
limits to the point where I had to start being mean.
I did try to start out kind.
“Don’t push so hard. Go as far as the pain, flirt
with it, but don’t push it. Don’t slap it in the face.”
His lip twitched and his face contorted as he raised
his arms a little higher.
“Don’t push pain. Flirt with it. You don’t have to
go far.”
He nodded his head and raised his arms a little
higher. His teeth clicked and he groaned.
“Stop it! Go lower. You can’t go that high today.
Maybe after the operation, but right now that’s as far as you go.”
He was disappointed, but he lowered his arms in
relief. Some patients don’t realize they are actually hurting themselves by
pushing so hard, but they are still so inspiring in their determination to
succeed.
Finishing the push-ups with a gasp I sat on the
carpet and picked up the recently discarded classified paper. There were still
a few rentals available. Pricey, but available. Someday, when I have a second
job, I can afford to live under one of the yellow highlighted addresses I’d
been reviewing. I know living with my mom when I’m my age and I have a degree
isn’t exactly looked highly upon by society. People perceive this as lazy, but
those people don’t know my full story. They don’t know my mom is going to
charge me rent as soon as I can afford it. They don’t know how bracing it is to
always have someone to hug and roommates I love. They also don’t know that I
really do want to move out and get on with my life; it’s just not an affordable
option right now. And rather than going broke to make a point to people who don’t
actually care, I’d rather save money and be smart for now until the opportunity
presents itself.
I looked up at the solitary light bulb that bravely
pushed back the early darkness from my room. Better than a night light. Maybe I
should string up the Christmas lights I bought while in college? It is that
festive time of year.
Christmas lights and Christmas time is a wonderful
annual reminder of the goodness of humanity. Each light on a tree reminds us
that for every knuckle-head in the world, there are at least ten good people
who shine on quietly in the darkness.
The world is black and white but people are gray.
Everyone is always fighting internal struggles against loneliness and
self-depreciation. When we forget to fight these wars and try to bury them in
meaningless things, life gets hard. However, when we face them and do tiny
little good deeds. Not necessarily for anyone, not necessarily for ourselves,
but when we do small good things, those small quiet good things tend to pile up
into a good life.
I admire the Hobbits of Hobbiton in J.R.R. Tolkien’s
fictional works. They take such pleasure and pride in simple actions and simple
instances in their lives; green things, food, friends, pipe, and beer. They cherish
the good and their culture naturally shunned the bad to the point where it
almost didn’t seem to exist at all. They still had nosy neighbors and storms
and the occasional problems. But there was peace, and quiet, and goodness in
their lives that was focused upon and celebrated. If the world were more like Hobbiton
and focused less on problems and differences and blame and more on
neighborliness and responsibility and kindness and respect wouldn’t the world
be grand?
“Christina?”
“Hm?”
“Deep thoughts,”
“Relatively so,
“Care to share?” My sister leaned on the door frame
with a smile on her face.
“I could try, but I don’t know if I can get the
whole thought out before the next thought starts.”
“You’re brain is unique.”
“In a philosophical kind of way, yeah.”
She laughed and closed the door.
Perspectives: Part 1: Trapped
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
I paced my room staring at the white stained carpet.
Just bend over, put your knuckles to the floor and
do some push-ups or something.
I leaned forward a little, studying the closely
woven fibers that cushioned my chipped toenails. Then I continued pacing. I
wanted to and have the ability to but I couldn't do it. I hate winter. It’s a
time when darkness falls at six and doesn't leave until eight the next morning.
I am a day creature. I love the sunshine and early mornings that hold purpose
and expectation. Evening darkness means sitting down time and preparing for sleep.
I hate sleep. Sleep means at least an hour of
rolling over and over in a bed that creaks while waiting for my brain to relax
and allow for the numbing sensation of REM thoughts to settle over it..
The real problem wasn't the darkness or my creaking
bed. They were easy excuses. Ever since I was a child and saw my first adventure
TV show I had dreamed of a time when I would be sucked into another world of
excitement and survival. I would be a strong, confident warrior able to bravely
and kindly face all odds, barely survive, and return home. People think J.K.
Rowling invented the craze when thousands of eleven-year-olds wished for
Hogwarts letters and the escape they promised. It wasn't her fault that
millions wished for a chance at adventure, swords, conquest, exploration, and
the accomplishment of physical tasks. In reality, it’s the whole culture of
young adult coming of age stories coupled with an attitude of being young for
as long as possible and the need to make virtual or mental achievements the
highlight of young life that has caused the infestation of frustrated dreamers.
What good is a certificate? A sandcastle holds more meaning. No wonder video
games are popular. They at least pretend to have physical achievements.
It would have all been cured with a little dirty
work and responsibility. There is power in the pride of accomplishment
I stopped and stared at the solitary light-bulb that
limply pushed back the darkness that ebbed from two covered dark windows.
Bending down again I picked up a section of the newspaper classifieds.
Apartment rent has climbed a whole hundred dollars in the last year alone and
now only occupies a single column. No one can afford anything. If they still
built apartments that just had water and a stove I would have taken that in a
heart-beat. Who needs dishwashers or microwaves when freedom is all anyone
craves?
A degree I can’t use and a job that can’t afford to
give me more than six hours a week. A mother who lets me live with her and a
culture that calls this lazy at my age.
I've never been so frustrated in my entire life.
Adult-hood is dangerous, but there is no honor or
glory in it. There’s just a lot of scraping and politeness and rejection. No
great battles to fight. Just bills to pay. Comfortable life is so droll. Still,
if it means the safety of my family I guess I can’t complain too much. It could
be worse. We could be like the refugees who get shipped here from around the
world. They seem to be doing alright stateside, but I can imagine the stories
they could tell of their previous lives.
In the modern world, danger isn’t even on the
outside. All the war and battle happens on the inside. Hidden and secret.
Sometimes it leaks out into the news in stories about school shootings by the
demented or depressed or in the stories about the rise in suicides, crime,
obesity, and other sad things that happen because of what’s happening inside
someone. People blame the state of incomplete souls on everyone and everything.
Very few actually discuss battle strategies.
It is a very real war; the war of the mind and the state
of belief and perception.
Everyone feels alone, abandoned,
Trapped.
It’s all a state of mind.
Madness is rewarded sometimes. The great creators
and innovators of any day took risks and didn’t listen to safety warnings and
made successes of their happy lives. The rest were given strait jackets or
killed. The world is always changing always in a state of flux. It has forgotten
to live in a state of peace and as a result its people have forgotten live in
peace.
There always has to be “sides.”
“Christina?”
“Hm?”
“Deep thoughts?”
“Erm, yeah,”
“Care to share?” My sister peered into my room. I could
tell she wanted to enter and help and make my life better. But there was just
something wrong about allowing someone who couldn’t handle their own life to
try and fix mine.
“Not really.”
“Oh…ok then.” She quietly closed the door.
How do people find joy in this obliterated world?
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