Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Child’s Play


Drawings and dreams, reminiscences and poems, journal entries, fragments, and notes: they could stop anywhere, anytime, and one fine day they will. In the meantime, I am preoccupied with the art of the moment — the sense of harmony and balance in things, their inherent tragedy, triumph, melody, and dance, and the feeling of passing through, of being adrift, of living the life of a dandelion wish. Along the way, maybe once every thousand years or so, I find a new way to say and to see. But the voice you hear is most certainly your own. Mine is an echo. And then, the abyss.


Update:
In the Forum: when the right to be wrong is all you have left.

12 comments:

Rachel said...

Lieber William,

ein sehr guter Gedankengang, wenn es doch wirklich einmal so werden würde...lächel....

herzlich, Rachel

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Rachel. Who knows — maybe someday even I will be real....

RUDHI - Chance said...

Reality is the movement in our our Consciousness, I think... And I enjoy your *movements* caused by NO TIME.../Vol.2!

William Michaelian said...

That’s good to hear, Rudhi. Somehow that makes the book more real too.

Anthony Duce said...

The world you describe is one we all wish we could stay in. Unfortunately we are forced to come up and breath the air others less fortunate think we need to be breathing from time to time.

Gerry Boyd said...

Let us not forget the mirror neurons.

William Michaelian said...

Anthony, there are definitely those who would, and perhaps should, feel threatened by the life I describe, and who would prefer one in which everything is nailed down. But to borrow a word from Rudhi, I think it’s all part of the same movement. While I go about my business thinking these thoughts, countless others elsewhere are bent on destruction, or caught up in cycles of boredom, anger, fear, and despair. But I contain that as well. And so I wonder, are we really forced into this seemingly base, less desirable world? Or do we go to and recreate it willingly, through habit? And however we arrive there, if such is indeed the case, is the reverse also possible? Can we drag others kicking and screaming into the light? Is that one of the things we try to do when we offer up our artistic modes of expression?

Gerry, I sincerely appreciate your timely attempt at ignorance interruptus. This is fascinating, and completely new to me. Once again, the real world beckons....

ALeks said...

You are such a beautiful soul William,when I read you it is wonderful to know that when you speak I do not have to,not cause Im lazy but I mean how would I ever be able of living the life of a dandelion wish if I would speak? Whispering?
Trough my early childhood I knew I was different from other kids on the playground and thou we spoke the same language I was not being understood as if I was from the Moon.In my lonely hours,years,ages I was growing up missing the kind of recognition from my fellow humans,kind of understanding and feeling of being a part of something bigger than my tiny self,so with me growing there was an urgent need growing side by side with me,major need to be understood and I am still trying by all possible means including art and music to communicate these days,in hoop someone will understand what a heck I am rambling about? :O)
First day that I was reading this "Child's Play" you made me afraid,I was afraid you would stop with writing or with these blogs,I even panicked,thinking my life will never be the same beautiful adventure if you get out of it. Selfish and infantile,as if the world is turning around me! But then I remembered,I need to be brave and never forget we are going to stop one day,anytime,anywhere but until then I want to listen to the echo of your voice and now.....
Im curious...

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Aleksandra. The best answer I can give to your beautiful comment is to say that it is beautiful, and that you are understood through your art and music perhaps more than you will ever know.

ALeks said...

>>> Ever?<<< :o(
Please tell me I will know it before im gone, or do I need to go back home in Serbia,ask my aunt to tell me about it out of the coffee cup?
:O) Greetings,Aleksandra

Lola Koundakjian said...

Beatiful sentiments ...

William Michaelian said...

Lola, wonderful to hear from you in the middle of your crazy snowstorm. Thanks!

Aleksandra, I like the coffee cup approach. My favorite forecasting method. “Ever” because you are always so modest about your accomplishments.