Post by gruntal on Sept 17, 2013 16:19:50 GMT
Around 1995, going to yard sales, I remember going to one on Arbor Blvd off Paramount in Lakewood and stopping by a white stucco house and buying a copy of the computer game MYST from a some what young plump nice girl who lamented the game was driving her crazy. The game was indeed a challenge but also immersed me in a fantasy world I had seldom experienced before. The only thing comparable was reading the comic book ELFQUEST by Wendy Pini. The images in MYST, generated by computer graphics, seemed so real and yet so unworldly. It was as if the prophecies of Timophy Leary were coming true: the next step in human intellectual experimentation would forsake drugs and center on computer aided reality. Rather that is true I won't get into now.
I do find it fascinating the things we collect and/or place on our walls that have little bearing on our life's work. Going beyond the obligatory pictures of relatives and the comfort of pastoral scenes and sea scapes I notice things that you would NOT expect at first glance. Are those hidden desires and just an expression of our dichotomous nature?
A whole branch of spirituality revolves around this I guess. It is called Tarot and assumes one has deep latent insights that can be triggered by gazing at certain prescribed images. I guess. I tried it and was so disturbed by the non-stop human figures I couldn't stand it for very long. Something less threatening would have to suffice for me but then that belied the notion these were meaningless gypsy doodles. I felt SOMETHING.
Having a love affair with streetcars ( or trams to some of you ) I gaze at old pictures a lot. Some times a pictures is most compelling. I feel like I could step into it, and actually live the age I see. What was it like? The exact same streetcar may be right down the road; I may have operated it on occaison. LARY 525, type K controller, straight air brake, two motor car; but what was life like since it's creation in 1905? Millions of human beings have come and gone in that space of time and each one had a long story to tell of an existance that is no more. Looking at a distance they come off as gnats and flies buzzing around your face and yet each one in it's intimacy had a life so complex as to be incomprehensable.
I don't even know why I should care. And yet the images are always there - beckoning - when I see one that I like I save it and sometimes it gets framed and placed on my wall. The reason is not very clear. But personally I preferr some what strange almost bizarre things. As if I was trying to break from my reality. As a seeker that is not good. Escape is not the same as asylum; we were not born to be rebellious but to adhear to our best calling.
I am trying not to be phychotic. I have discovered precious little of anything esoteric in my life time. But those images are ever compelling. Am I the only one that see's them ? And why do they effect me so?
I do find it fascinating the things we collect and/or place on our walls that have little bearing on our life's work. Going beyond the obligatory pictures of relatives and the comfort of pastoral scenes and sea scapes I notice things that you would NOT expect at first glance. Are those hidden desires and just an expression of our dichotomous nature?
A whole branch of spirituality revolves around this I guess. It is called Tarot and assumes one has deep latent insights that can be triggered by gazing at certain prescribed images. I guess. I tried it and was so disturbed by the non-stop human figures I couldn't stand it for very long. Something less threatening would have to suffice for me but then that belied the notion these were meaningless gypsy doodles. I felt SOMETHING.
Having a love affair with streetcars ( or trams to some of you ) I gaze at old pictures a lot. Some times a pictures is most compelling. I feel like I could step into it, and actually live the age I see. What was it like? The exact same streetcar may be right down the road; I may have operated it on occaison. LARY 525, type K controller, straight air brake, two motor car; but what was life like since it's creation in 1905? Millions of human beings have come and gone in that space of time and each one had a long story to tell of an existance that is no more. Looking at a distance they come off as gnats and flies buzzing around your face and yet each one in it's intimacy had a life so complex as to be incomprehensable.
I don't even know why I should care. And yet the images are always there - beckoning - when I see one that I like I save it and sometimes it gets framed and placed on my wall. The reason is not very clear. But personally I preferr some what strange almost bizarre things. As if I was trying to break from my reality. As a seeker that is not good. Escape is not the same as asylum; we were not born to be rebellious but to adhear to our best calling.
I am trying not to be phychotic. I have discovered precious little of anything esoteric in my life time. But those images are ever compelling. Am I the only one that see's them ? And why do they effect me so?
