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conflictionSo i'm moved once again to type... to do what i should be doing. But by the strangest of things. It started with one person, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitschkat and seems to be exponentially gaining momentum... that is... the number of Russian LJ users who are adding my otherwise mostly lifeless journal to their friends list. I'm interested... if any of you are listening... as to why that may be? What draws you to this blog?
The fulcrum for my now engaging with you all comes from a different source entirely... almost.yobubba added me a while ago and i thoroughly enjoy his photography of the Belize environ. I had noticed he spoke fluent russian with some of his audience... or so i thought... until a recent post revealed to me something i hadn't realized had been released yet. That is... the google translator! Now i should translate your journals and see if i would like to add you in return! ^_^
Not to understate my find... the google translator is by far the best i've ever come across. To demonstrate i'll translate the following phrase using the widely known Babelfish and then Google:
Мне нравится, как в Интернете позволяет всем нам быть так близко, и доля.
Babelfish - It pleases me, as in the Internet makes possible for all for us to be so closely, and the portion.
Google - I like how the Internet allows us all to be so close, and share.
Holy fucking shit that's a big difference... no more herculean feats of poetic interpretation!
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Obviously all of this is not to mention the tragic events beset upon the people of Ossetia. And the fact that livejournal is now russian owned. Big confluence of events all around really... thrusting a realm of the world into my conscience more so than it had ever been.
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In other news, i've moved around the country a bit and am finally settling down in one place. Secured a reasonably paying night shift doing pretty easy work that i'm familiar with. So it won't be long before i get back into my usual swing of things around these parts!
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Oh yeah, and the U.S. election is looking fucking tragic. Not to mention the economy, both in the States and elsewhere, which is looking like a fire-sale in reverse. Or something like that. It amazes me that people are seriously considering bailing out these piss-ant banks with hundreds of billions of dollars. Why can't they just secure the lives of those affected by sharing the sum out amongst them? That's sure to stimulate the economy a whole shit load more than keeping banks afloat that are already dead in the water.
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Incompetence pisses me off.
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And lastly... the best remedy for someone who doesn't write at all... is to just start writing... it'll come out eventually. A nod to the one who already writes, but finds it hard to write. I've no idea about such a situation... although you seem almost moved to start yourself.
kitschkat and seems to be exponentially gaining momentum... that is... the number of Russian LJ users who are adding my otherwise mostly lifeless journal to their friends list. I'm interested... if any of you are listening... as to why that may be? What draws you to this blog?The fulcrum for my now engaging with you all comes from a different source entirely... almost.
yobubba added me a while ago and i thoroughly enjoy his photography of the Belize environ. I had noticed he spoke fluent russian with some of his audience... or so i thought... until a recent post revealed to me something i hadn't realized had been released yet. That is... the google translator! Now i should translate your journals and see if i would like to add you in return! ^_^Not to understate my find... the google translator is by far the best i've ever come across. To demonstrate i'll translate the following phrase using the widely known Babelfish and then Google:
Мне нравится, как в Интернете позволяет всем нам быть так близко, и доля.
Babelfish - It pleases me, as in the Internet makes possible for all for us to be so closely, and the portion.
Google - I like how the Internet allows us all to be so close, and share.
Holy fucking shit that's a big difference... no more herculean feats of poetic interpretation!
- - - -
Obviously all of this is not to mention the tragic events beset upon the people of Ossetia. And the fact that livejournal is now russian owned. Big confluence of events all around really... thrusting a realm of the world into my conscience more so than it had ever been.
- - - -
In other news, i've moved around the country a bit and am finally settling down in one place. Secured a reasonably paying night shift doing pretty easy work that i'm familiar with. So it won't be long before i get back into my usual swing of things around these parts!
- - - -
Oh yeah, and the U.S. election is looking fucking tragic. Not to mention the economy, both in the States and elsewhere, which is looking like a fire-sale in reverse. Or something like that. It amazes me that people are seriously considering bailing out these piss-ant banks with hundreds of billions of dollars. Why can't they just secure the lives of those affected by sharing the sum out amongst them? That's sure to stimulate the economy a whole shit load more than keeping banks afloat that are already dead in the water.
- - - -
Incompetence pisses me off.
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And lastly... the best remedy for someone who doesn't write at all... is to just start writing... it'll come out eventually. A nod to the one who already writes, but finds it hard to write. I've no idea about such a situation... although you seem almost moved to start yourself.
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Metafictions
Date: 2008-09-26 04:07 pm (UTC)I've recently described the writing process as a pendulum between writhing in wave after wave of alien emotional states, and the belief that the writhing is a defense-mechanism-turned-addiction-to-self-deception. What's driven me of late is the drive for such a pursuit; in other words: why write at all?. I've dove through every cause and found them all by parts painfully honest yet still managing to miss the mark. Whether the aim is selfish or altruistic, manipulative or enriching and uplifting does not matter to the end result: this contribution to what philosophers call the Great Conversation between all of us, but which goes even beyond them and the obsessive line-drawing and meat-carving those sorts do.
I find myself prostrate before this altar, nearly terrified to the core of offering up an unworthy sacrifice that I would dare to call a Great Work to the ages, wanting these ideas of mine so clarified and rendered they'll cut right through a man. Wanting every word to be exact and useful. What better picture of our grand human psychosis then to frame the wild World in such terms?
I find the Russian journalers in the majority to be void of the smarmy self-assured playacting and obsession with irony that is substituted for discourse these days. The sonofabitches are earnest, if nothing else, and that goes a long way.
Re: Metafictions
Date: 2008-09-28 11:55 pm (UTC)- - - -
Your contribution to the Great Conversation thus far is already immeasurable. The chain effects of which will not be known for some time. You could slave over one master piece for the rest of your life, refining it with greater and smaller precision until it is truly signed with your blood. Only in the years to come can the World gain the perspective to begin roughly gauging the extent of its greatness. Your greatness. Can you live not knowing that... or die knowing this? Do you want the recognition before you pass? Is it about you? By pursuit do you mean a living? Because that kind of recognition can be measured in cold hard cash. Although it has not at all been a reliable indicator of greatness... especially for those before their time.
C/would writing for writing's sake be enough?
On a different note, the writhing, rendering, prostrating and sacrificing is all yours. Clarification and sharpening can come through conversation... those lucky few who get to vet your work-in-progress.