So it's Christmas time now, and we're home. Tweedle dee is in Arizona, Tweedle Dum is in Novato, and the gender-bending Alice is in San Jose.
It's so easy to just yearn for a tea party.
So we've gotten to this point now. We're on the brink of the future, staring out at careers, the possibility to change the world, the opportunity to study obscure things that bring us one step closer to understanding "why" and there are no french horns playing, no trumpets sounding, no simple signs telling us where to go. We have nothing holding us back, and yet we hesitate, paralyzed by the problems of mind body duality and a nagging hope that someone out there just might prove us wrong.
So while Mr. narcy was watching this inspirational video on creativity and whatnot, he heard this line about how students in western education are taught to try to never get anything "wrong." and this scars them, destroys them, and turns them into mere shells of human beings. Somehow, I think the triumvirate has got turned around in this whole process. We've figured out that we're only going to be "right" about our ideas until some schmuck comes along and turns our world upside down, at which point we'll have to rethink our lives...or die.
The more silly literature we read. The more silly history we write. The more silly being we being-ify. The more deeply we plunge into a pit of stewing neuroses, mixing our doubt and curiosity about the human race. Because at the end, we just want to be proven wrong. We were those crazy kids who went through education and somehow managed to want our ideas about how the world works to be destroyed or at least critiqued. How simple it would be to reduce all of human emotion back to faculty psychology and courtly love. How much simpler life would be if we told ourselves that we were really over thinking, and that all the thoughts we've had could be made simple. We always hope that we hope. We hope somewhere, that some optimistic outlook on life might triumph over the shitdom that we've excepted to be our common reality. Or maybe, we just want someone to come along and tell us that we haven't thought far enough.
We're tired of this mind body duality--We're tired of being the ones who have to reach out to the other and speak the other's language, to try and communicate. We've learned the rules of communication, now it would just be nice to have someone to talk to. We suck at small talk, and the minute we wade into some deep conversation, people start flailing because they've never learned how to swim. It's like the older we get, the more distant we become. Our bodies exist in the "world over normal everyday people" because we can't ignore the questions that books, professors, poets, and playwrights have placed before us. There's no such thing as a stupid question, because sometimes it really is nice to be reassured that obvious things are really obvious. So often, they aren't obvious at all.
Won't dont come from a play and feel "improved" because we're too caught up in an endless cycle of self-criticism. If anything, we leave plays feeling like there's hope in the world.
And this makes us...artists. We make art, we live art, we collapse the subject object relationship between us and art because it is one of the few ways that we can get our minds off of the voices in our heads that keep battling over our minds. Rationality vs. mysticism, optimism vs. pessimism. Romanticism vs. empiricism. Art is the only way that we can keep our heads attached to the material, stuck on something we can touch, we can see.
and sometimes, we just want someone to hold our art.
