“What a writer wants is praise, praise, praise, praise, praise.” – Gertrude Stein
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
“What a writer wants is praise, praise, praise, praise, praise.” – Gertrude Stein
Don’t we all have demons?
Being unlovable has somehow fallen away.
The secret to getting ahead, in one list: the ability to say NO.
Every circle, organization, office needs somebody in this role. Few people want to have the responsibility. They’d rather be liked.
“Let me check with Joe,” also works.
There were no mountains where I grew up, but even then, they rose in my imagination.
Here are ten related perspectives.
Found myself thinking about pastors laboring much of Saturday to craft a sermon heard by a congregation and then likely forgotten, something that was a more common occurrence when I was growing up and everybody went to church on Sundays, back when Blue Laws were in effect. It was “important” and discussed over the dinner table.
It also had me also thinking about long letters, back in the day, the kind that are more likely to get published as a book today.
So here we are in an era when going viral or having blockbuster sales or ratings is the goal of so many. What a contrast to work that’s done in loving detail for a limited audience. Not just that Sunday sermon. A passionate teacher within a classroom. A doctor, just one patient at a time. A concert performed for a few hundred people. (Perhaps after months of rehearsals.) A single piece of art, to be prized by a single collector.
It sets a different measure of success, along with self-worth.
Now add to that jobs done one-to-one, say caretaker in a seniors residential facility. Or even gardening, with only the universe as a witness.
These don’t reflect in economics reports or, when they do, they’re discounted as marginal. Not so, I’ll argue. Besides, how much does joy weigh?
The Harmonites (Rappites) believed Christ, in his Second Coming, will carry a golden geranium. It became their sign, though they also used red geraniums.
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So we learned in a visit to New Harmony.
And that’s before getting to musicians who spend the allotted time fussing with their gear and then expect to run longer.
Fine art is, after all, an extension of religion. Just look at museums, concert halls, theaters, even arenas as temples.
That said, here goes:
Proprietors: Middle-class or desiring to move up, the kulcher-seekers. Subcategories those seeking familiarity with the old, beside those with “taste,” a little knowledge of “masters.”
Those dragged through: Spouses, dates, children.
Those seeking Experience: Usually modernists with “taste” but possibly those seeking play within art, qualities antithetical to where art must be “serious.”
Fellow practitioners: Usually too poor to collect new work except by trading, but also the most critical and appreciative, depending.
Now, for atheists and agnostics?
After drafting this, I see parallels to dining out for fine cuisine or attending concerts, live theater, even cinema.
Care to add to the list?
Although they live underwater and are commonly called “starfish,” they are not true fish. Unlike fish, they do not have gills, scales, or fins.
Also, they move quite differently from fish, which have tails to propel themselves. Instead, sea stars use tiny tube feet for moving along.
Thus, since they are not classified as fish, scientists prefer to call them “sea stars.”
Now, for ten more points.