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T O P I C R E V I E WAyeletArt, creative writing included, can add beauty to the world and explore different truths. But do you believe it can save lives?And can someone write so altruistically as to erase one's ego?LF DXTo the first question, yes, it did save mine, and with that, as with the people I've met, I try to inspire to make people grab a guitar and express their inner emotions.The second is quite hard, The battle with ego is one of the most difficult things an artist must endure.mirage29Great answers, LF DX. Ayelet@LF DX'I used to think art was saving my life, but it was actually people who did. Art, or writing, is something you can do when you are totally alone with yourself. But I want to get to people, and so in the last couple of years I didn't much like being alone.I don't know if my ego is "an artist's ego", or something like that. Sometimes I feel like I want to erase myself, or the ego. I don't feel like it's massive or whatever.What is life all about? I used to write because of ego, I guess, because I admired writers, and because it was part of my quest to find truth. I wanted to be part of beauty, or a meaningful message. But you can find beauty everywhere, or you may as well try. I think that on his way to Jerusalem, when Jesus saw the corpse of an animal, he must have been shocked. He probably also knew, by then, that he was going to die. So he admired loudly the beauty in the corpse. Isn't that art?@Mirage,I never met bad teachers who influenced me, so I wouldn't know. Besides, can't anyone, even a good one, make a mistake? But if there are no mistakes in the universe, who can judge? If I write today, it is to make sure that I can.Thank you for the replies and the song! Edit: Art is not the home of beauty.Pearlty quote:Originally posted by Ayelet:Art, creative writing included, can add beauty to the world and explore different truths. But do you believe it can save lives?And can someone write so altruistically as to erase one's ego?Yes, I truly do believe art can save lives. Tapping into your own or others' artistic mediums is therapeutic on many levels. At least it has been for me. As for ego, I feel perhaps not absolutely erase it, but one can find and be at peace with their individual ego, through writing. Ayelet quote:Originally posted by Pearlty: Yes, I truly do believe art can save lives. Tapping into your own or others' artistic mediums is therapeutic on many levels. At least it has been for me. As for ego, I feel perhaps not absolutely erase it, but one can find and be at peace with their individual ego, through writing. Hi Pearlty I'm glad writing have had that value for you. I wrote since a young age, but I don't think it has made me a better person, maybe only in my own eyes. It actually made me proud, which is why, I think, I try to erase my ego. Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore, because I'm so immersed in other people's lives that I kind of forget myself. If I wrote more then maybe it wouldn't have happened, because I would have had a greater sense of self. But getting out of myself was what helped me the most, helped me to feel better. I think I will never be the same, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I write more lately, and I wonder whether I will be assigned a new Muse. I don't know where the old muse went, perhaps it took a turn to neverland, just around the corner. mirage29 ....Randall AyeletPearlty: You're right about the ego. It shouldn't be erased. But... sublimated, perhaps.Randall quote:Originally posted by Ayelet:Pearlty: You're right about the ego. It shouldn't be erased. But... sublimated, perhaps.RandallA little bit of an ego is healthy. All things in moderation.RandallBump!thequeen quote:Originally posted by Ayelet: I don't know where the old muse went, perhaps it took a turn to neverland, just around the corner. I can totally resonate with this. Nowadays I don't dabble into writing poetry that keeps the readers riveted (or, you can say I cant). I am searching some sort of muse that arouses the passionate writer in me, where words flow in a silken manner. That's why I am absent from posting here for long. I hope the muse reconciles with you and connects with you at the soul level.As for your second question - It feels, as an artist we have an alter-ego that drapes our soul leaving us with two souls. One that is embossed within the alter-ego, and one that is on the exterior.When there is osmosis through this layer the two souls merge and turn into one. And then, their is no alter-ego, but one supreme 'ego' that needs to be stroked by the readers or the writers themselves. It's very hard to stand on the other side of the ground and see things with a stoic disposition because like a parent, a writer also loves his/her creation like their own child. One then finds refuge in self-contemplation.Ego, is 'I', which we all are, so it's absolutely near impossible to deal with one's ego. How can you be away from your existence? As long as you are feted by your readers the ego is caressed but the moment it stops the ego slowly dies, but it dies a painful death.So in my opinion, ego can be toned down by constantly keeping it in check and pointing out to oneself when it starts growing.After-all we are our best teachers. Hope this gibberish made sense lol AyeletHi thequeen I wrote a somewhat long answer and decided to delete and change, bc it feels so personal to me. I don't feel I have to write as urgently as before in order to exist. I feel muse might be everywhere we are, and art is expanded to living. You may think about what has diverted your muse, and may find an answer to the way your creativity has shifted. I wish you the use of positive imagination for a wonderful creation of your life. Randall thequeenThank you Ayelet. I found my muse in a poetry today I came across in The New Yorker. I am pasting it here with credits.Bottle Of WineI like to park a few blocks from the house of my hostsAnd walk with my bottle of wine the tree-lined streets,Anticipating the dinner with friends that awaits me.A bottle of wine showing not only that I知 gratefulTo be included but that I知 eager to do my part,To offer a gift that won稚 survive the evening,That says I致e set aside the need for transcendenceAnd made my peace at last with living in time.Soon we値l welcome the evening with a toast.Soon we値l be toasting it in farewellAs it starts on its journey into the near pastAnd then the far. Do the houses I知 passingRegard me as a creature about to vanishInto the realm of shadow while they have resolvedTo hold their ground? But the bottle I知 carryingShows how the past can enhance the present.The grapes it was made from were plucked and pressedSeven years ago in a vineyard in BurgundyAccording to customs already in place for generationsBy the time these houses moved from the realmOf blueprints and estimates into brick and wood.The bottle will testify that traditions once honoredAre being adhered to still, with patience, with pride.And if the past is present this evening, isn稚 the futurePresent as well in the thought that the ritualI知 helping to pass along will prove enduring,That however much the world around it may alter,Guests will still perform it in eras to come?I hope I feel their presence in spiritUnder these trees later this eveningAs I walk back to my car with empty hands.--By Carl DennisAyeletThis muse of yours offer a truly great meditation. Loved it. RandallBump!Randall quote:Originally posted by Ayelet:This muse of yours offer a truly great meditation. Loved it. RandallBump!
And can someone write so altruistically as to erase one's ego?
The second is quite hard, The battle with ego is one of the most difficult things an artist must endure.
What is life all about? I used to write because of ego, I guess, because I admired writers, and because it was part of my quest to find truth. I wanted to be part of beauty, or a meaningful message. But you can find beauty everywhere, or you may as well try. I think that on his way to Jerusalem, when Jesus saw the corpse of an animal, he must have been shocked. He probably also knew, by then, that he was going to die. So he admired loudly the beauty in the corpse. Isn't that art?
@Mirage,I never met bad teachers who influenced me, so I wouldn't know. Besides, can't anyone, even a good one, make a mistake? But if there are no mistakes in the universe, who can judge?
If I write today, it is to make sure that I can.
Thank you for the replies and the song!
Edit: Art is not the home of beauty.
quote:Originally posted by Ayelet:Art, creative writing included, can add beauty to the world and explore different truths. But do you believe it can save lives?And can someone write so altruistically as to erase one's ego?
Yes, I truly do believe art can save lives. Tapping into your own or others' artistic mediums is therapeutic on many levels. At least it has been for me.
As for ego, I feel perhaps not absolutely erase it, but one can find and be at peace with their individual ego, through writing.
quote:Originally posted by Pearlty: Yes, I truly do believe art can save lives. Tapping into your own or others' artistic mediums is therapeutic on many levels. At least it has been for me. As for ego, I feel perhaps not absolutely erase it, but one can find and be at peace with their individual ego, through writing.
Hi Pearlty I'm glad writing have had that value for you. I wrote since a young age, but I don't think it has made me a better person, maybe only in my own eyes. It actually made me proud, which is why, I think, I try to erase my ego. Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore, because I'm so immersed in other people's lives that I kind of forget myself. If I wrote more then maybe it wouldn't have happened, because I would have had a greater sense of self. But getting out of myself was what helped me the most, helped me to feel better. I think I will never be the same, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I write more lately, and I wonder whether I will be assigned a new Muse. I don't know where the old muse went, perhaps it took a turn to neverland, just around the corner.
quote:Originally posted by Ayelet:Pearlty: You're right about the ego. It shouldn't be erased. But... sublimated, perhaps.
quote:Originally posted by Ayelet: I don't know where the old muse went, perhaps it took a turn to neverland, just around the corner.
I can totally resonate with this. Nowadays I don't dabble into writing poetry that keeps the readers riveted (or, you can say I cant). I am searching some sort of muse that arouses the passionate writer in me, where words flow in a silken manner. That's why I am absent from posting here for long.
I hope the muse reconciles with you and connects with you at the soul level.
As for your second question - It feels, as an artist we have an alter-ego that drapes our soul leaving us with two souls. One that is embossed within the alter-ego, and one that is on the exterior.
When there is osmosis through this layer the two souls merge and turn into one. And then, their is no alter-ego, but one supreme 'ego' that needs to be stroked by the readers or the writers themselves. It's very hard to stand on the other side of the ground and see things with a stoic disposition because like a parent, a writer also loves his/her creation like their own child. One then finds refuge in self-contemplation.
Ego, is 'I', which we all are, so it's absolutely near impossible to deal with one's ego. How can you be away from your existence? As long as you are feted by your readers the ego is caressed but the moment it stops the ego slowly dies, but it dies a painful death.
So in my opinion, ego can be toned down by constantly keeping it in check and pointing out to oneself when it starts growing.
After-all we are our best teachers.
Hope this gibberish made sense lol
I don't feel I have to write as urgently as before in order to exist.
I feel muse might be everywhere we are, and art is expanded to living.
You may think about what has diverted your muse, and may find an answer to the way your creativity has shifted.
I wish you the use of positive imagination for a wonderful creation of your life.
Bottle Of Wine
I like to park a few blocks from the house of my hostsAnd walk with my bottle of wine the tree-lined streets,Anticipating the dinner with friends that awaits me.A bottle of wine showing not only that I知 gratefulTo be included but that I知 eager to do my part,To offer a gift that won稚 survive the evening,That says I致e set aside the need for transcendenceAnd made my peace at last with living in time.Soon we値l welcome the evening with a toast.Soon we値l be toasting it in farewellAs it starts on its journey into the near pastAnd then the far. Do the houses I知 passingRegard me as a creature about to vanishInto the realm of shadow while they have resolvedTo hold their ground? But the bottle I知 carryingShows how the past can enhance the present.The grapes it was made from were plucked and pressedSeven years ago in a vineyard in BurgundyAccording to customs already in place for generationsBy the time these houses moved from the realmOf blueprints and estimates into brick and wood.The bottle will testify that traditions once honoredAre being adhered to still, with patience, with pride.And if the past is present this evening, isn稚 the futurePresent as well in the thought that the ritualI知 helping to pass along will prove enduring,That however much the world around it may alter,Guests will still perform it in eras to come?I hope I feel their presence in spiritUnder these trees later this eveningAs I walk back to my car with empty hands.
--By Carl Dennis
quote:Originally posted by Ayelet:This muse of yours offer a truly great meditation. Loved it.
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