Sunday, 16 March 2008

Written just before my mental breakdown and psychotic episode: Don't Live In A Boring World

I wrote this blog entry some months ago, but it got deleted along my other posts. I have, fortunately, found it on my laptop and will re-post it for yah.

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Don't live in a boring world.

2 + 2 = 5

Self-discipline for psychosis; I want to be insane. The intellectual boundaries are what are pulling me back, so I want to move onwards. Bela Bartok's music is exciting, and so is Debussy's and so is Gyorgy Ligeti's. No rudiment must interfere with the process, so it isn't dull. That's what makes the dream amazing at the same time. This is why these composers are preferred by authors, not musicians - they charge my emotions in a way I want them charged.

J. G. Ballard - out of all the writers I've read - is the most exciting. He has used logic to arrive to illogic. If I didn't realise this I'd go insane, but I want to be insane so that I can do what I want to do.

Suddenly, it all seems clearer now. Musical composition seems appealing now. I have been able to get to this stage without the help of psychiatrists, and I'm glad I've done that in an autodidact manner, although I've had to read several books to think over and over again. Hopscotch by Julio Cortazar, in particular, helped me. There are cryptic references all over the place (me included), but I don't want to bang my head on the wall anymore - I've gathered enough information as it is. It's idiotic to strive for a utopic world where everyhing is perfect.

I don't care whatsoever about dropping out now; it is of no worry. In fact, it's a huge relief that I'm not in an education system of any sort. And if the process needs to be done, it needs to be done with great care - a personal craft which doesn't dictate an academic anxiety which strangles me beyond belief.

It seems to me that Ballard went through the exact same phase. He said 'when you've written 20 pages of a novel at the age of 19, it seems like Finnegans Wake.' This is a novice mistake to make. I followed this path to the brink of death. It is idiotic to be smug and elitist over other people's behaviour. Ultimately, it's idiotic to worry what people think of you or your work in the first place. It's idiotic to apply these notions because you rejected them way back when you first arrived at school and all the morons pointed a finger at you. I have been showing off despite doing as much as I possibly can to avoid doing so. Now that I'm thinking in these terms, it doesn't matter one little fuck, it's a good thing that I can have my childhood obsessions back and re-work them, re-cut them up. I want to live life to its fullest potential, and this seems to be the correct route. I think it's helpful to create a dream world that's favourable. If I were to get in sync with all this other bollocks then I'm obviously going to lose some steam and, well, bang my head on the wall.

That's and awful thing about adolesence or late childhood. Suddenly the notion of grammar comes up, the notion of spelling of correctly. I like my childhood obsessions because they're pure, simple. Now that all these powerful dreams pop up, they seem to point towards a really dark, twisted space where these amazing new thoughts lurk. I've been attempting to get to these thoughts in a hurry - ambiguously opting for an enormous intellectual capacity, when I should be stabbing at it slowly.

Ultimately, I want to explore this terrain. I don't want to fucking compose any more large symphonies or any more overblown fucking nonsense. A sense of the mathematical validates art - or entertainment - but if you see the formula right in front of you, then it's obviously going to ruin it.

People like William Burroughs seem more appealing, too. They didn't give one little fuck for what anyone else thought - they just wanted to sit down and type. An element of that needs ti be implemented, but to a fucking storyline.

It's important to be objective, too. At this age I don't want to be a fucking faggot who appreciates lovely high art - lovely Ludwig Van or Bartok.

Psychology seems appealing also. But if I were a psychologist I'd want to fuck people up with perverted dreams and sex. This is why I've got writing for myself.

6 comments:

Doug said...

"This is why these composers are preferred by authors, not musicians"


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What?

Simon King said...

Those composers also appeal to painters and writers.

Doug said...

Why "not musicians", though? And why those specifically? Surely Boulez, Stockhausen, Nono, etc. etc. etc. could just as easily appeal to painters and writers.

Simon King said...

I agree with you, actually.

Simon King said...

You and your questions :p

Doug said...

:)