Since the new year is approaching, I thought that it would be interesting to go with the mood that I’ve been in lately: Dark and haunting. It must be in the stars. For example, my mother mentioned on a recent phone call that she was feeling introverted lately and I guess I have been more introspective as well. This has been an on-going theme for me, though. I guess the Sagittarius in me is in full swing and my moon must be in Saturn or Jupiter must be changing its orbit or whatever astrologists like to say to convince people that their guesses are an actual science. Anyway, I’m back. That horrible Christmas theme jingle-belling and chestnuts roasting is finally over. Not that it ever arrived. So, while reading about the exciting announcement of the new Harry Potter book entitled: “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” I was inspired once again to try my hand at illustrating who I am through my writing. I was even consumed for the past two days in writing an autobiography, capturing the aspects of who I am and where I come from. This is the first time that I’ve attempted doing this because most of the time, I feel that most people cannot be impartial in the writing of their own bios. Also because I generally find these really, really, really boring.
A Literally Literary Identity (the Road to Self-Discovery):
Oh sure, I’ve done my fair share of writing in the past going pretty far in the literary world–but I haven’t satisfied all my goals and wish to delve into it further. I have already taken a few pretty interesting steps and re-defined my goals. There was a time that I would have said that I wanted to be known around the world in very elite circles, but I know now that I don’t want that anymore. I want to plan a course of action that involves me being known within certain literary circles and leave it at that. In other words, I think it best not to be a household name and create what others expect me to create. I actually want to just try my hand at expansion, definition, and fine-tuning a craft that I’ve been working steadily at for years. Not everybody should be known because it doesn’t always guarantee that your work will be judged properly. It also doesn’t guarantee that your work is really any good. I just want to take hold of it once again without selling out my work or blowing up my accomplishments. Besides, I think I’m too old to do that anyway, since youth is often what is embraced rather than talent. And even if only a handful of people actually read this blog, I still enjoy the forum and find it a promising form of expression. Only a handful know about it: kind of like a secret. I think it’s best to keep it that way. If you get some form of entertainment from the read, then it has accomplished something in its own little way.
In keeping with this profound sense of responsibility and a newfound in my own personal pursuits, I have also decided to work on thanking those people who keep on bringing a healthy dose of inspiration to me. This list keeps on changing as my mood changes, of course. But bear with me for the moment…
1. Bruce Springsteen – I don’t think any citizen of New Jersey cannot cite The Boss as an endless ocean of inspiration as he keeps getting insanely better creatively with age.
2. Sylvia Plath – Any woman who has read her haunting poetry and The Bell Jar knows that this poetess was leagues ahead of her time. Confessional poetry like her poem, “Daddy” and “Fever 103 Degrees” are. I have a sincere love of her language and admired her doomsday writings. Even though she ultimately did succumb to her deathwish, her writing is a remarkable collection of anger, worry, disappointment and confusion all from a woman’s point-of-view.
3. Old Friends – Those who I’ve managed to come in contact with from my past keep impressing on me what I once thought was a temporary allegiance that couldn’t be cultivated. They continue to prove me wrong by remaining loyal despite long-distances and personal obligations. I love them all and in some ways they re-surface over and over in my work. I feel indebted to them always for giving me their continued support and confidence as the years roll by.
4. Sting – The album, “Dream of the Blue Turtles” and “Nothing Like The Sun” were the first albums that actually inspired imagery from his beautiful lyrical ballads. I admire his interest in moving forward from his Police days and always looking for new sounds to add to his repertoire.
5. Shakespeare – Hamlet is, was, and always will be my favorite Shakespeare play of ever. No one could write like he did…that is, if you believe that Shakespeare did write all of his plays.
6. Bjork – I don’t know what it is about this pixie-like musician, but her vocals make me want to live in Iceland.
7. Quentin Tarantino – He’s the only director, besides Drew Barrymore that seems entirely approachable while being sort of a smart-ass. I like that for some reason. That, and he is a pop culture god.
8. Robert Duvall – He’s acted with the best: De Niro, Brando, Nicholson. He’s an insanely interesting interview and appears to be very frank and open when discussing the nature of the acting business. I am continuously inspired by those who tell it like it is.
9. Kanye West – The lord has to bless this guy for coming out and saying on national television that GW Bush, “hates black people” after the Hurricane Katrina incident. You can’t buy that kind of candor.
10. Courtney Love – She’s a nut. She’s a recovering addict. Blunt, raw, and un-apologetic, and I just can’t seem to keep my eyes off the screen when she’s on. She recently did a documentary here that I saw in its entirety which was engaging because she is disarming and comes across as someone you know.
This is just a list of some Muses of mine which will probably change by, like tomorrow. But you can sort of sense my new mission. Join me on this crazy ride called, Life. I promise that you’ll learn something. Ok, you might not–but at least you’ll kill a few hours, hm?