Reality is not how an artist sees it. Yet, it isn’t as practical and straight edged as your physics professor insists either. One has to maintain a balance. But that doesn’t mean one mind isn’t allowed to overcome the other and take charge based on the needs of the moment. If I’m writing/creating, the artistic mind rules and the practical mind sits in the background and laughs, I can’t believe the crap you come up with. Who do you think you are? Just like when you were little flapping your arms and jumping off that balcony thinking you are going to fly like a bird, like super woman? And when you fall flat on your face for the 30th time what are you gonna do? Huh?
If my practical mind dodges an oncoming Semi, thereby avoiding being squished, the artistic one sinks back, but whispers, you missed a perfectly beautiful meadow of sunflowers back there. And if you’d paid attention to that trucker’s license plate you would have seen that it read idiot666 and I could have written about that later. That was worth a chance with a bumper thumper, I think. Yes, it was. You wimp! You speak of courage, but where is the courage now?
This may sound a bit crazy, but I have a feeling that every single one of you writers know exactly what I’m talking about, and you readers? Well, you gotta give something for the price of admission. I think this recent interview with practical ol’ Jo and J.Mac explains a lot.
Jo: Hi there.
J.Mac: Hi.
Jo: So wassup?
J.Mac: Suppressing the beast & taming 10,000 monkeys.
Jo: Is that it?
J.Mac: No, I’m also painting my bedroom red.
Jo: Why?
J.Mac: To suppress the beast and tame 10,000 monkeys.
Jo: You already said that.
J.Mac: I know. WTF?
Jo: You tell me.
J.Mac: No, you tell me.
Jo: I’m asking the questions, dammit.
J.Mac: Then ask them.
Jo: Fine. I will.
J.Mac: Fine.
Jo: What else are you doing?
J.Mac: I’m painting a big X on my red bedroom wall.
Jo: Why are you doing that?
J.Mac: To make a spider web.
Jo: A spider web for what?
J.Mac: To catch them.
Jo: Catch what?
J.Mac: The things that crawl through…here. *Taps head*
Jo: Jodi, what do you do with the things you’ll catch in your spider web?
J.Mac: I will consume them.
Jo: You kill them and eat them? That makes you a monster.
J.Mac: No, no, I give them life. A birth. A living breath.
Jo: That’s absurd. You’re not a god. Who gives you the right to give or take a life?
J.Mac: They choose me. I don’t choose them.
Jo: You’re fucking crazy. I think someone needs to call 9-1-1 and take your paint away, what do you think about that?
J.Mac: I think they can take my paint, my pens, my paper, my clothes, my dignity. They can tie me to a cross and burn me in flames, but they can never take what is between my ears and behind my eyes. Never. Only I can suppress or set that free. And that is why I must paint my bedroom red…
Jo: Why?!?
J.Mac: To suppress the beast and tame 10,000 monkeys.
Jo: I give up.
J.Mac: And that’s why I win and you are lame.
Jo: You literary bunch piss me off.
J.Mac: I write for the everyday not for the overlords. I’ll never be hung on a literary noose.
Jo: *Smiles. Nods approvingly.* You still piss me off.
J.Mac: Ditto.
When Jodi MacArthur isn’t suppressing the beast she unleashes it at http://www.jodimacarthur.blogspot.com/
If my practical mind dodges an oncoming Semi, thereby avoiding being squished, the artistic one sinks back, but whispers, you missed a perfectly beautiful meadow of sunflowers back there. And if you’d paid attention to that trucker’s license plate you would have seen that it read idiot666 and I could have written about that later. That was worth a chance with a bumper thumper, I think. Yes, it was. You wimp! You speak of courage, but where is the courage now?
This may sound a bit crazy, but I have a feeling that every single one of you writers know exactly what I’m talking about, and you readers? Well, you gotta give something for the price of admission. I think this recent interview with practical ol’ Jo and J.Mac explains a lot.
Jo: Hi there.
J.Mac: Hi.
Jo: So wassup?
J.Mac: Suppressing the beast & taming 10,000 monkeys.
Jo: Is that it?
J.Mac: No, I’m also painting my bedroom red.
Jo: Why?
J.Mac: To suppress the beast and tame 10,000 monkeys.
Jo: You already said that.
J.Mac: I know. WTF?
Jo: You tell me.
J.Mac: No, you tell me.
Jo: I’m asking the questions, dammit.
J.Mac: Then ask them.
Jo: Fine. I will.
J.Mac: Fine.
Jo: What else are you doing?
J.Mac: I’m painting a big X on my red bedroom wall.
Jo: Why are you doing that?
J.Mac: To make a spider web.
Jo: A spider web for what?
J.Mac: To catch them.
Jo: Catch what?
J.Mac: The things that crawl through…here. *Taps head*
Jo: Jodi, what do you do with the things you’ll catch in your spider web?
J.Mac: I will consume them.
Jo: You kill them and eat them? That makes you a monster.
J.Mac: No, no, I give them life. A birth. A living breath.
Jo: That’s absurd. You’re not a god. Who gives you the right to give or take a life?
J.Mac: They choose me. I don’t choose them.
Jo: You’re fucking crazy. I think someone needs to call 9-1-1 and take your paint away, what do you think about that?
J.Mac: I think they can take my paint, my pens, my paper, my clothes, my dignity. They can tie me to a cross and burn me in flames, but they can never take what is between my ears and behind my eyes. Never. Only I can suppress or set that free. And that is why I must paint my bedroom red…
Jo: Why?!?
J.Mac: To suppress the beast and tame 10,000 monkeys.
Jo: I give up.
J.Mac: And that’s why I win and you are lame.
Jo: You literary bunch piss me off.
J.Mac: I write for the everyday not for the overlords. I’ll never be hung on a literary noose.
Jo: *Smiles. Nods approvingly.* You still piss me off.
J.Mac: Ditto.
When Jodi MacArthur isn’t suppressing the beast she unleashes it at http://www.jodimacarthur.blogspot.com/
