My brief and painful stint as a copywriter makes me inclined to agree with Loretta- writing that reverts automatically to someone else's property is really draining and probably worse for you creatively than not writing at all. I'm actually interested to hear how editing is better (never done any of it myself). Curious though, I have a not form myself to myself from way back that reads "art is what is unowned by anyone". Not even sure what to make of it in the context of this discussion.
Finally sitting down with the shambles of backed up files I have form before my computer go stolen back in September. Despite being the kind of person who has constant computer (and general life) catastrophes, I am yet to become the kind of person who backs up regularly. I've gone through phases of being very relieved I lost all that work, to being incredibly depressed. Given my lack of productivity since then, I have ot conclude that I work better with my other work available as immediate material. I'm not so good with a 'clean slate'. I'm hoping to have enough time outside of work and before teaching starts up again (in like two weeks- fuuuccckkk!) to sort all these files and maybe even reconstruct and re-edit my thesis.
But quick, before I go try to cram some drum practice in before my lesson tomorrow, some projects notes. I am obviously not going to get a chapbook done for PSA (Loretta, how's your going?), but the specter of that deadline has got my head going on small, treminal projects, as opposed to the epic, unending ones I usually imagine (and never complete). Walter K. Lew said to me a while back that I ought to consider a form that could unite all the disparate efforst of my life: drumming, composing (music), stone masonry, carpentry and writing (should I add general lunacy). For the longest time, I thought it would be some kind of performance art, an idea I haven't wholly abandoned. Jeremy James Thompson, friend and poet, sparked an interest in visual/physical arts as they intersect with text, and that captivated me for a while (and produced a whole other backlog of work I haven't broken ground on). Recently, in light of the chapbook idea, I've come full circle to writing. So, some proposals:
a chapbook of elegies for departed jazz drummers
a chapbook of poems on stone masonry and/or the building trades in general
a collected critical/creative work on the intersection of music and poetry in the U.S. 20th century-present (I think I mentioned that one before).
I'm hoping to make some real headway on those in the next few months, maybe even getting on eof the chapbooks compiled and handed out (in time for the chapbook party, I hope).
Finally sitting down with the shambles of backed up files I have form before my computer go stolen back in September. Despite being the kind of person who has constant computer (and general life) catastrophes, I am yet to become the kind of person who backs up regularly. I've gone through phases of being very relieved I lost all that work, to being incredibly depressed. Given my lack of productivity since then, I have ot conclude that I work better with my other work available as immediate material. I'm not so good with a 'clean slate'. I'm hoping to have enough time outside of work and before teaching starts up again (in like two weeks- fuuuccckkk!) to sort all these files and maybe even reconstruct and re-edit my thesis.
But quick, before I go try to cram some drum practice in before my lesson tomorrow, some projects notes. I am obviously not going to get a chapbook done for PSA (Loretta, how's your going?), but the specter of that deadline has got my head going on small, treminal projects, as opposed to the epic, unending ones I usually imagine (and never complete). Walter K. Lew said to me a while back that I ought to consider a form that could unite all the disparate efforst of my life: drumming, composing (music), stone masonry, carpentry and writing (should I add general lunacy). For the longest time, I thought it would be some kind of performance art, an idea I haven't wholly abandoned. Jeremy James Thompson, friend and poet, sparked an interest in visual/physical arts as they intersect with text, and that captivated me for a while (and produced a whole other backlog of work I haven't broken ground on). Recently, in light of the chapbook idea, I've come full circle to writing. So, some proposals:
a chapbook of elegies for departed jazz drummers
a chapbook of poems on stone masonry and/or the building trades in general
a collected critical/creative work on the intersection of music and poetry in the U.S. 20th century-present (I think I mentioned that one before).
I'm hoping to make some real headway on those in the next few months, maybe even getting on eof the chapbooks compiled and handed out (in time for the chapbook party, I hope).
posted by Dillon Westbrook at 9:18 PM
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I have been formulating an idea that sums up my most recent ideas of art for, going on a month now. It has something to do with recognizing art as the things I do that I claim as art. A quote, "if the artist thinks it's art, then it's art."
Tonight I pulled off a dinner party for twenty three people and I recognize the time and energy and, most of all, the thoughtfulness I put into it as art. I thought about what I wanted to have when I was done and put all the pieces in order to make it happen. art?
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