Little, Big

Cover of "Little, Big (Fantasy Masterwork...

Cover of Little, Big (Fantasy Masterworks)

He knew he would have to believe in order to go where she had been; knew that, if he believed, he could go there even if it didn’t exist, if it was make-believe.John CrowleyLittle, Big

I read this novel about 12 years ago at a very chaotic point in my life. It was like a calm, private space where the air was still and smelled of ancient well cared for books. I remember the feeling of reading it but not most of the words. Now I am getting the words and it is so thoughtful and careful with a truly fantastic story. It remains a book I would take with me anywhere so I can breathe a little sigh, like bit of pure air when all is gasoline fumes and dust.

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We Are Making History

Quantum physics tells us that no matter how thorough our observation of the present, the (unobserved) past, like the future, is indefinite and exists only as a spectrum of possibilities. The universe according to quantum physics, has no single past, or history. We create history by our observation, rather than history creating us.”

Stephen Hawking


We have to remember that what we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our methods of questioning.

Ludwig Wittgenstein

 

What kind of rear view mirror are you using? If the past is your memories and interpretations of observations made by others of where we’ve been and how we got here, then the tool through which you observe, measure, or relive these events can change history for you and therefore have profound affects on who you are now and who you will be. That is if you have any say in the matter. Which I just assume is the case since if I don’t then why the hell am I working so hard.

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Mississippi Mind Map

Minter City, Mississippi location map; created...

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This is a little bit of an idea I put together for Pieces of the Mirror, my, as yet unfinished, collection of puzzled prose I was writing in the summer of 2008. It somehow did not get posted, or was deleted accidentally. I recently came across it while I was transferring my writing from my computer to my new laptop. I could not find it on my blog, and so decided to post it now.

I often feel the way I did then in these times of trying to write in between work, commutes and other parts of life that need my presence, like I am chugging on my way to the next idea on less than optimum roads through often unfamiliar territory.

 

 

 

 

 

 


Lately my ideas are scattered like small towns in Mississippi of over 50 years ago. Each one connected with some small rural highway running through a landscape of farms and little woodland patches all warm and humid, and my consciousness is like an old pick-up truck backfiring its way in a circuitous route trying in a lazy way to connect them. When my pick-up stops in a sigh of dust and exhaust at some broken down gas station of an idea, my consciousness will get out and converse in slow southern tones casually with the old man who runs the ancient pump that will give my mental vehicle fuel to rumble on down that bumpy mostly paved randomly numbered route to my next idea. I am not in any hurry. Things just are not developing that quickly in my mind that I would need a super highway or a bullet train. Maybe my mental pace will advance into the 21st century soon, but for the time being I’ll be moving on the faint gray lines in between the tiny dots somewhere around the Gulf of Mexico and to the east that big river that flows from out of the great open plains down into the bayou country. Maybe thats where my mind is headed. Maybe next week I will be stranded somewhere in the night, bald tires mired 2 feet in the mud on a back road next to a bayou with not a phone in sight. I just can’t say for sure. Maybe I will drive over the long bridge into the 21st century and take a plane to somewhere I have heard of and my ideas will come tumbling into a melting pot city, converging into epiphanies of light and activity that never sleep. Right now I find myself just outside of Minter City (that name sounds familiar) near the Yazoo River and my gas gauge needle is in the red. I guess I’ll mosey in and see what this place has to offer a mental traveler on a warm Sunday morning sometime in the middle of the previous century, maybe a little prayer and a song and church coffee. Sounds good right about now. I think I will just stick to the river road after that. Maybe I could make Yazoo City by sunset.

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An Inspired Life is Hard On the Nerves

Each moment is a place you’ve never been– Mark Strand

(an idea taken from a conversation with a friend about a difficult situation that made us both stronger)

It is difficult to get through an inspired life without making messes along the way. I hope none of us who have any passion for creative endeavor of any kind give up on inspiration because he or she loses the ability to deal with a little chaos every now and then. Chaos is often good for the soul, even if it is hard on the nerves. Nerves will recover to be shaken again. The soul is what we count on to keep us truly living.

At the place of uncertainty, in the presence of mystery, faced with doubt, after all the towers of sand have fallen, that is where a truly creative person sees the mess as raw material for a new project, and begins to piece a new puzzle from the old pieces. Nothing is completely new and or completely lost. So much more is possible than we can see from the scene of disaster. That is the time to make a beginning of a new work. Only by moving, gathering and building can we get to a place where the jumble of the present moment starts to make some sense. We must not stop after the collapse, crying in a heap of regret. Mourning must pass. Only by moving and gathering up the useful bits can we see what we have learned.

So how do we teach our children with prepackaged units and step by step instruction that is cleaned up and sterilized, to be creative thinkers? We must allow them to make mistakes and look at the mess. The trick is to do it so they don’t hurt or maim themselves in the process. That is a hard balance to make. We want our children to be safe and pain free, but they need experiences that might be a little scary for us and them in order to deal with the chaos of the world and be able to move forward through uncertainties with some confidence of figuring things out in the end.

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Icy Determination to Thoughtful Action

“We must resist the populist temptation to act out of anger and thus wound ourselves. Instead of such impotent acting out, we should control our fury and transform it into icy determination to think things through in a really radical way, and to ask what kind of society it is that renders such blackmail possible.”– Slavoj Zizek

He is speaking about the bailing out of wall street here and the blackmail that giant corporations that are too big to fail perpetrated, but it seems to fit also when you think about how our country has been held hostage by demonizing rhetoric (as well as the NRA), and its possible affects on the minds of the ultra-radicals of any persuasion, including the mentally unstable, who are, in this country, free to own and carry guns in most places as long as they have a permit. We must use sanity against insanity, knowledge against ignorance, and reasonable discourse against violence laced metaphors that give license to the impetuous and unhinged to act impetuously. We must act, but only in ways that increase the likelihood of people gaining stability not losing it through fear.

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