Impetus for Creative Spawn

Like angels and devils breading hordes of bastard monstrosities, the impetus for the type of stories I like to write comes out of the comingling of two polar opposite ideologies.  One is quite happy frolicking with idealism and innocence, while the other takes great pleasure in torturing countless victims.  Together they make for unpleasant friends.  The type to cater to your highest morals and simultaneously use those morals to bash you into the dirt.

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When Reincarnated Narratives are Lost to Unpredictable Rollercoasters

“How many lives do you think you have lived?” someone asked me, and I responded “In this lifetime, I’m on seven.”  I’m sure she meant previous lives, as in reincarnation in its literal meaning, but if you’re going to have a conversation with an artist you have to understand our minds work in symbols.  I’m going to speak metaphorically before I speak literally.  It makes more sense to do so when you consider the multifarious dynamics in life.  Everything is fluid, ever changing, like narratives and lifetimes and phases, making for a rollercoaster ride in the dark.

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Boxes Echo Eternal Conformity

We love the sound of our own voices, and there’s a condition associated with narcissism that calms people when they look at pictures of themselves (if you’ve ever wondered why we take so many selfies).  The same goes for values.  We like to hear our own values echoed back to us.  If we took a real look at our circle of friends we’d find people who have the same value system.  Yeah, there might be some differences in opinion, but no deal breakers.  Just echoes of eternal conformity.

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When Girard Married Freire: The Scapegoat Rides Praxis into the Sunset

It’s about to get real nerdy in here.  Turn around and walk away.  Don’t read any further.  If you pass beyond this point of warning then all consequences will be your own and you will be held accountable.  So…  Do the right thing.  Just stop reading now.

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From Hipster Beards to Tiki Torches

Sometimes I wonder about the critical thinking skills of our era.  We are taught in school rote behavior.  Regurgitate, bell rings, regurgitate, bell rings, regurgitate, bell rings.  In that form of habitualization, we stop thinking for ourselves.  You become even more aware of this tactic after you read “Social Class and School Knowledge” by Jean Anyon.   Having had dropped out of school after the sixth grade I wonder how that impacted my ability to think critically about the world around me and its role in my nonconformity.  I’m comfortable on the periphery.  From this vantage point I find it odd how quickly our society went from hipster beards to tiki torches.

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When We Hope to Be Pure

I’ve been revising chapter five in my novel for about two months now.  On the second draft and I was moving along quite nicely until I hit chapter five.  There was something about the chapter that wasn’t gelling.  The previous four ran smooth and there was a dynamic quality that forced the chapters to more or less revise themselves.  The plot and the character development coincided well with each other.  Then chapter five hit me like owl shit hitting a windshield.

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