That Wonderful State
The object isn’t to make art, it’s to be in
That wonderful state that makes art inevitable.
There it was. I read the above quote from some guy I had never heard of. It is on the first page of Rick Rubin’s book, The Creative Act- A Way of Being. Not sure if you’ve ever heard of Rick Rubin, either. Never mind if you haven’t because this post and the eighty-one that I plan to post altogether are about me anyway.
Why? Because they have to be, that’s why. I ain’t doing none of this for anybody else. Don’t be fooled. If that doesn’t stop you from reading, maybe this will: If you are writing for anybody but yourself, it ain’t gonna be any good. It won’t last, it won’t resonate, it won’t have the energy from you, the stake, the risk, the offering it takes to be worth reading. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
But I will get to all that and more in the next year or so. And, you know, part of me hopes to look back on what I just wrote and call it nonsense. It may be, but this morning, I don’t think it is. Not to worry, I’ll get to that also. Like I said, I have eighty-two posts planned directly inspired by that guys’ quote and confirmed by Rubin’s book.
I read the quote and knew I would read the book. So I did. I found it landed beautifully into my path that I’ve been on for about ten years now. The book may not do the same for everyone of course. That is why I don’t review books. It is random, a borderline waste of time. How would I know whether you, me or the grand piano would like a book I read?
I didn’t want to call this post a book review, so I won’t call it anything. Labeling and categorizing is also a waste of time. However, I did waste some time trying to label this series (I just did it again) of posts. This morning about half an hour ago, I decided to just release the mental energy (write) and see where it takes me, labels be dammed.
Since I have to start somewhere, for now I will just post, post and post, for me, me, me. Because this morning, I am in that wonderful state. And that wonderful state is all that matters to me. This stuff you’re reading now, not so much.
And why not? Because I’m there. Later it will, just not now.
The quote uses the word art. But I’m talking about my writing, which I do not refer to as art. Hell no.
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