Just another way of looking at things?
Becoming self aware and making choices about the lives we lead takes courage. I myself had my first awakenings to this dismissed by my father as “oh that’s just another way of looking at things”. Yes it is. Everything is just a way of looking at things. Convention is just another way of looking at things. The reality is that we can choose our way of looking at things consciously or unconsciously.
Until now most of us have had limited choices. The role models we were aware of were those who lived near us or with whom we ended up working. Even with the advent of television our relationship with the people was saw was very passive, soaking up the images without any real possibility for dialogue. The global conversation developing on the internet allows us to choose, for the first time, who we rub shoulders with as we choose our realities. We can seek support and reference from anywhere on the planet.
Now that’s better….
Those of you who visit this blog now and then will hopefully appreciate the turn of speed brought about by me finally gettng round to set up the archive properly. As I am fast approaching a year’s worth of blogging it seemed unreasonable to expect people to wait while the whole damn lot loaded!
Sisters, sisters. There were never such devoted sisters
Walking the talk
Dave Weinberger, Mike Sanders and others have been doing some fine blogging recently on voice and authenticity both in individuals and organisations. I’ve tended to steer away from metablogging but on this occasion I can’t resist!
To me we are each constructing our realities as we walk our talk, or in this case blog. Choosing from the many paths available to us in each microsecond, weaving the fabric of our lives from threads selected from the quantum soup of energy swirling like a fog around us.
To help us through this formless soup we grab hold of paths left behind by others – or even ourselves the last time we passed this way. It gets tiring always having to break out from the experience of others or to reassess our own thoughts and go a different way. Rather than bushwhacking through undergrowth we prefer to take the familiar path we know or the well worn track used by others and are reassured by the fact that others have taken the same path.
However the risk is that our motivation is not to find our own voice and contribute freely to the multiple threads of life but to feel safe in the comfort of the pack, reassured by the external validation of all those other hikers who’ve taken the same route before.
Isn’t this what sometimes happens in organisations too? The bigger they get the more they tend to attract people who prefer the safety of following familar, well worn tracks to the hard work of beating a new trail. They all start out with an individual or small group finding a new way and setting out with enthusiasm and conviction but then over time that path gets muddier and muddier with all the feet. Then someone decides to metal the path, then widen it, then we end up with multi-lane highways with us all sitting getting cross at the same traffic light each morning…..
Beware tools like Blogdex, Daypop and even the humble blogrolling list. They are the first steps to that multi-lane highway!
On journalism – (honest – I just clocked the fact that its based on the word journal!)
To while away the idle hours, seated the livelong day before the inkslab, by jotting down without order or purpose whatever trifling thoughts pass through my mind, verily this is a queer and crazy thing to do!
—Yoshida Kenko (1283–1352)
Every journal begins as self-communication and, to remain purely that, must pass from existence before or with its author. Related to the unposted letter, its privacy is warranted by the same conditions, and, when successful, a difficult subject to discuss since, almost by definition, no one ever sees anyone else’s, like snot among the polite.
A journal becomes, for present purposes, literature when it makes its way through intention or inadvertence to other eyes, when it becomes an intersubjective communication—the published version, the purest instance.
When a literary journal is, in addition, rich in intersubjective meaning and interpretation, we may call it to some degree an instance of the journal as art. This is a discussion of what I think is peculiar and significant about this kind of self-communication.
I would like to “officially” record the passing away of my aunt.
I first visited her when I was sixteen…..Glasgow to London then an overnight train from Paris…arriving in Cannes at 8.00am…..early signs of incredible heat……. smells of Provence….. the fish market……. her husband’s clapped out Peugeot…..Gitannes…….winding roads out of Cannes to the “Plan de Grasse”……unlike all of my other “West Of Scotland” aunts……the “Voile au Vent” bar with ex-pat Brits bitching about life back home…..trans-sexual bars at night (her idea)…nude beaches during the day (my idea)….burnt bum (bad idea)……..Provencal quisine in the evenings…..rooms full of paintings…..hangovers….cafe-au-lait and more french fags……
those were the days……..