Exposing Consciousness ~ Expanding Subconsciousness ~ Entering the Unconscious
Primarily a writing exercise, this dream journal-inspired blog is a quiet introspective sojourn into the process that we traverse in going from private dream to public art. I see our dreaming as an internalized mythmaking. As I philosophize and expressively exhibit dreams, both private and public, I encourage and delight in creative language as a way to practice experiential metaphors through a “public dreaming." Writing Theory: Creative Dream Fiction
Showing posts with label Cyclical Wordplay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cyclical Wordplay. Show all posts
Hello to All Fellow Dreamers, Bloggers and Visitors:
As you may have noticed, I have been posting excerpts from the "Cyclical Wordplay" collection (linked to the first artwork under Experimental Writing Gallery to the right) for the past few weeks as an addendum to each post.
As I move onto my "Exotic Settlers" collection to accompany the next generation of dream posts, I am making a PDF version of the entire Cyclical Wordplay collection available for your creative reading / interpretive pleasures.
This is all for the centred purpose of crafting and developing my creative writing in concert with the online community. It is a great dream of mine to share, collaborate and continue to explore each other's inner and outer worlds through web-based creativity. Viva La Tecnologia De Los Pueblos! Long Live the Technology of the People!
“The great events of world history are, at bottom,
profoundly unimportant. In the last analysis, the essential thing is the life
of the individual.
This alone makes history, here alone do the great
transformations first take place, and the whole future, the whole history of the
world, ultimately spring as a gigantic summation from these hidden sources.
In our most private and most subjective lives we are not
only the passive witnesses of our age, and its sufferers, but also its makers.
We make our own epoch.
C.G. Jung, 1934"
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We climb the old-fashioned narrow wooden staircase to the humble apartment where my grandfather was born in Lower East Side Manhattan, 1915, into a family of Greek immigrants. The colors of the neglected wood panes and creaking floorboards radiate with a rustic golden aura. The internal structures are mostly charcoal etched, as a black and white drawing, pockmarked with rough patches of oblique pitch darkness. I am accompanied by my Iranian friend who peeks in abandoned night table drawers. Searchingly, he endeavors to reach through a pile of handwritten pages and small books. He begins talking to me about Eduardo Galeano, all the while correcting my Spanish pronunciation in conversing over the dense terminology. At that, he leaves with a few leaves in his coat jacket. I stand amid the bare walls, as the airless womb of my ancestral birth in this country is revealed. I sit at a gothic typewriter. Copious thoughts string in a massive upheaval of soundless striving through the mind of a creational writing that ceases only with pure death, and at once, below me are the distracted lives of my parents. Their televisions blare mindlessly with brainwashed floundering. I empty a nearby drawer, seeking madly for a worthy object, a true talisman, to invigorate my standards of inspiration before this all-consuming pyre of human intentionality, transmogrified by the immense distance of a screen and its subjects never felt by palm or breath. Does their lower meandering mirror my own creative origins on lettered key before the abstract maw of my own typographic lore?
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Typewriter
"To see a typewriter in your dream indicates that you need to open the lines of communication with someone in your life." (iDream)
"And how does it happen that we are encountering each other
here at the end of the world?"
[Stefan Pashov (Philosopher, Forklift Driver)]
"I think that’s a logical place to find each other because
this place works almost as a natural selection for people who have this
intention to jump off the margin of the map and we all meet here, where all the
lines of the map converge. There is no point that is south of the South Pole. I
think there is a fair amount of the population here which are full-time
travelers and part-time workers. So, yes those are the professional dreamers.
They dream all the time. And I think through them the great cosmic dreams come
into fruition because the universe dreams to our dreams. And, I think that there
is many different ways for the reality to bring itself forward and dreaming is
definitely one of those ways."
I was first turned on to Jerome Rothenberg through a keen interest in Ethnopoetics. When I stumbled upon "Poems and Poetics," I began to see the credibility behind writing a blog, where in his "prospectus" Rothenberg writes, "In this age of internet and blog the possibility opens of a free circulation of works (poems and poetics in the present instance) outside of any commercial or academic nexus."
JR's specific relation to Dream has been alluded to in his poetry foundation bio where it is written:
"Rothenberg has been particularly interested in the poetry of the North American Indians, both verbal and non-verbal: a poetry that can often be expressed, according to Rothenberg, in "music, non-verbal phonetic sounds, dance, gesture and event, game, dream, etc."
Patricia Monaghan stated: "[He] evokes the dream in, of, and through language more effectively than any other contemporary poet,"
