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I sat in with some eightteen year olds; you know, the hot ones. At the college where I've been asking questions. They have a keen library there, and three shelves of D. H. Lawrence books that haven't been checked out since the '60s. You know, because everybody who met the man wrote a book about him, and everyone who read him did too, though nobody takes him seriously. That deal. Yesterday was his birthday. So I raised a stink. The Twin Towers have nothing on D. H. Lawrence. -- But I'm embarrassed because I took a test, and there were these long, good-looking sentences that to me looked like the kind of thing I'd write: so when asked to say if they were correct or not, I said probably not according to you. And it turned out I was wrong. According to the tester, I was wrong about them being wrong according to the tester. So I wondered, if me, being the testee, should just give the right answer, and not worry about being wrong just because I think something is right. Because I've always, through experience, . .

felt that if I was wrong, I don't want to be right.

The point is: I've been told I was wrong for so long: when I'm asked to do right I do the opposite of what I think is right, and end up where I started.

P. S. When I read this post over to myself, I couldn't help hearing it in my mind as a slipshod John Waters voice. / It's the college kids I've been hanging out with.

I keep reaching for the Richard Burton voice, and keep getting John Waters, or Tom Greene/Green VHS recorded voice from the '90s. 1990s.
hello old chap,

i have just been reading a book called "Heart of the Original" by Steve Aylett. your post made me think of the first chapter/part. i will transcribe it:


"The truly new invents new guts for itself."

It's an old idea that if we got enough people spinning in their graves we could use it as an energy source, a graveyard forming a turbine array. But since the spin-action depends on a preoccupation with other people's business and opinions, have you wondered how much energy you would produce?
Those who match nothing but themselves rarely notice the hairpin turns of external decree. They think in the rich syntax that results from living life in the wrong order. Fashion is a set of time's petty ordinances, local laws we submit to through inherited consent. In this environment truth is as loud as a photograph of a violin and originality both feared and slandered as legend. Nothing much interesting happens amid a conformity so innate it cannot clearly perceive or discuss itself.
Before the satirist Bierce threw his phone into the furnace he talked about 'our resolutely stalled evolution'. A great one for Affable scorn, he was admired to within an inch of his life. Like Twain, he had noticed that giving the same argument while wearing different trousers gives the illusion of varied insight. Those who claim there are no more first times refuse to state when the last-ever 'first time' occurred. When did it all end? Others hold up old ideas in new clobber and claim originality. Anything to avoid creating the real thing. Combined with the historic policy of ignoring the first instance of any particular idea until it has spread enough to be restated generally, these approaches minimise the uncomfortable notion that an idea can originate from an individual. It's less disturbing to have a spider climb into your mouth than to have one climb out.
True creativity, the making of a thing which has not been in the world previously, is originality by definition. It increases the options, not merely the products. But while many claim to crave originality, they feel an obscure revulsion when confronted with it. They have no receptor point to plug it into. Attempts to force it result in the sort of fire that burned Tesla's wonder-lab to the ground. Repetition of the familiar forms is preferred. The hailing of old notions as original lowers the standard for invention and robs most creative people of their drive to do anything interesting. Let alone seek out the universe of originality that is waiting, drumming its fingers and wondering why nobody calls.
Raw thought is more available to those not stuck to the temporal floor. . .
But even those bold enough to accept the obvious have a preternaturally tenacious resolve not to venture beyond it. The absence of meaningful novelty doesn't help the boring catastrophe of modern times, congested with old deception. Let's blow our noses. Life is a moment to respond before we are repaid into the unknown. Find the strongest gravity, fold the worlds edges into it and flip it inside-out like a dog's strange ear. Energy is merely the intermediary of oblivion's smithereens. Write every story as if it was your last, whether suicide note or proof of life.

by Steve Aylett
I like sitting alone with all the old stuff, over and over. But with living people there's the urge to push. Even in unsavory directions. To get something going. I think maybe all the rehashed ideas and art are there intentionally to frame a world for satire or innovation. They're the old monsters of the ancients. And they are seductive, their ways are seductive, and it's just nice to sit with and feel ok. But I also think everyone lives their own world, and other people in each world are like characters in a dream, and the only way to wake up into the true world of others is to finally succeed in some original way. Original and worthwhile.
Welp. I think we've all seen better days on hooves, and probably on cloven feet.
    I've learned, after many years of screwing up, to never try to second-guess a test.
    Now-a-days I use a simple coin toss; this results in outcomes far better than the possession of knowledge ever did.

just mercedes

(09-21-2017, 09:42 PM)rayheinrich Wrote: [ -> ]     I've learned, after many years of screwing up, to never try to second-guess a test.
    Now-a-days I use a simple coin toss; this results in outcomes far better than the possession of knowledge ever did.

That's interesting. I read somewhere, sometime, about how seizing the moment is more important than the decision made. That people who made a snap decsion, under pressure, always had an advantage over those who vacillated. That even a wrong decision keeps things moving, and can later be corrected, but impetus lost due to prevarication can never be regained. 

That sort of fits with your toss of the coin.