It's nice to read this as someone who has been going through something similar. The loudest voices are still trying to shock people, glam onto influencers, repeat the same memes over and over again... yet what about the rest of us? We exist and are turning inwards. We have a new decade ahead of us.
The land always changes us. The South’s persistent patient demand that we slow down and let God’s creation do it’s work. The singing insects and birds invite us for a moment to remember that creation is good before as the garden grows.
I had a bit of a spiritual breakdown around March, realized that I needed to separate myself from neverending online discussion, so I deleted my account. I went to Europe for a few weeks, walked around the city of my birth and got a dose of reinvigoration. When I came back I tried to re-up twitter and my account was gone for good. I did make a new one, @priestzalmoxis but I'm finding that I have no iterest in the conversations on there. I hope you are doing well.
Struggle on! Better to try and never produce the masterpiece than to look back at the end and wish one had the time back to make an effort avoided by too much "realism" about the chances.
And you perhaps intend him in the "many more," but just in case: consider putting Kazantzakis on your list of those to study as examples of "how it's done." He is close to the top for me. Almost nothing wasted on frivolity--in K., it's all about the serious things.
I’ve lived in the South my whole life and I’ve never wanted to live anywhere else. There’s a poetry in even the lowest and most abandoned folkways here.
I would say that you may not even realize that your own work is your own "Blood Meridian." I have had random people tell me a Substack that I was dissatisfied with was inspirational and they loved it. Strangers, and people who are not trying to flatter. Sometimes you, I and all artists set the bar so high we do not realize for some reading even a fraction of "Moby Dick" is illuminating for them. As you said write, for your own development and to be revitalized. People read what you say because it is good and true.
I recconend popping by twiitervand look up Fen de Villiers. He's sculptor in the Futurist tradition and is passionate about being beauty back to public art. I've interacted with him and he cares alot about art.
It's nice to read this as someone who has been going through something similar. The loudest voices are still trying to shock people, glam onto influencers, repeat the same memes over and over again... yet what about the rest of us? We exist and are turning inwards. We have a new decade ahead of us.
The internal path is the way to go, something akin to Jungers Anarch.
The land always changes us. The South’s persistent patient demand that we slow down and let God’s creation do it’s work. The singing insects and birds invite us for a moment to remember that creation is good before as the garden grows.
Did you like leave Twitter? I can't find your handle.
Nice you aren't having to deal with AI changes that are affecting most of us artists in this shit world. Trust me, its a shit show.
I had a bit of a spiritual breakdown around March, realized that I needed to separate myself from neverending online discussion, so I deleted my account. I went to Europe for a few weeks, walked around the city of my birth and got a dose of reinvigoration. When I came back I tried to re-up twitter and my account was gone for good. I did make a new one, @priestzalmoxis but I'm finding that I have no iterest in the conversations on there. I hope you are doing well.
Want a Bluesky invite? It's a bit better over there.
Struggle on! Better to try and never produce the masterpiece than to look back at the end and wish one had the time back to make an effort avoided by too much "realism" about the chances.
And you perhaps intend him in the "many more," but just in case: consider putting Kazantzakis on your list of those to study as examples of "how it's done." He is close to the top for me. Almost nothing wasted on frivolity--in K., it's all about the serious things.
Will do. This year I'm trying to go as deep as I can in that era between 1850-1970
I second Kazantzakis. Almost up there with Dostoevsky.
I’ve lived in the South my whole life and I’ve never wanted to live anywhere else. There’s a poetry in even the lowest and most abandoned folkways here.
Nice writing from a very mentally healthy place. Thanks!
I would say that you may not even realize that your own work is your own "Blood Meridian." I have had random people tell me a Substack that I was dissatisfied with was inspirational and they loved it. Strangers, and people who are not trying to flatter. Sometimes you, I and all artists set the bar so high we do not realize for some reading even a fraction of "Moby Dick" is illuminating for them. As you said write, for your own development and to be revitalized. People read what you say because it is good and true.
Alexandru,
I recconend popping by twiitervand look up Fen de Villiers. He's sculptor in the Futurist tradition and is passionate about being beauty back to public art. I've interacted with him and he cares alot about art.