writing is sometimes very painful, and at one point I thought I would never finish the aforementioned story (not Triptych, which wrote itself) and it had me having a semi-nervous breakdown and also? Tears of frustration. JUST SAYING.
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I prefer the classic "pace in circles, tug on hair, mutter under your breath" form of artistic frustration.
Plei, I'm not saying pain and art can't or don't go together.
I am, however, saying that not all art is necessarily the direct product of pain and suffering. Some is, some aint, some is just more like "damn this is hard work I think I want to go shopping for a few hours now".
It's the whole "I must live in a garret in Paris and write Serious Things and say no to my quarterly dividends cheque because Lunch is the Enemy of Art" thing that leaves me giggling wildly. Whenever I bump into it, I want to offer the person doing it their choice: either a good pasta dinner and an accompanying lecture on Getting Over the Gertrude Stein Reincarnation crap, or else a crowd of sarcastic people clapping sardonically and saying things like "declaim!"
It's the whole "I must live in a garret in Paris and write Serious Things and say no to my quarterly dividends cheque because Lunch is the Enemy of Art" thing that leaves me giggling wildly.
Okay, well that's funny. That's like the Gothic Forehead Staple Dance.
the Gothic Forehead Staple Dance.
Please for to explain?
That's like the Gothic Forehead Staple Dance.
(wiping tuna fish off the keyboard, the monitor and the Persian cat)
Umm.
Take hand. Staple--palm out--to forehead. Put on best gloomy "woe! woe!" expression. Sway back and forth to Bela Lugosi's Dead.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Take hand. Staple--palm out--to forehead. Put on best gloomy "woe! woe!" expression. Sway back and forth to Bela Lugosi's Dead.
If you can manage to be writing whiny pretentious poetry about how no one understands you and the darkness in your soul with the other hand, you get bonus points.
You now have my khaki-wearing self howling with laughter.
"Numfaaaaaarrr!!!"