Bored of memes, ask me something freeform...

[aureantes]

...oh, and preferably make it something that requires more than a simple yes or no or factual-data type answer, though there's no way I can really police that anyhow. It's rather frustrating when you have tons of people out there sharing their daily cornflakes-and-milk and you aren't precisely that kind of person to go into that much mundane detail 'cause it doesn't strike you as being important (and sharing the details and intensities of your love life seems a bit irrelevant to anyone else but the parties involved). And when you don't know what everyone else is interested in hearing about in your life, and so you basically gank quizzes and shite, which is like pulling things out of a hat to react to on-camera.

Enh. It's certainly not as if I have nothing going on in my life, but it takes a certain amount of energy to filter and sort and recount it for a general audience. So, to avoid the horrorvacui of a blank topic waiting to be filled with anything atall, I'm dropping the ball in your courts, to be redropped in mine. Feel free to riff off anything I've said on here before, too.

And then I'll pose you some random queries.....fair enough, 'stead of just passing things around ad infinitum.

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Comments

[aureantes.livejournal.com]

Hmm...that certainly could be. I was very interested in his story and read the book after I saw the movie in the theatre (Geoffrey Rush was brilliant, I thought)...thought a lot about it for weeks after, especially about the whole "killing the goose that laid the golden egg" theme to mental/emotional sabotage. And I know that officially it's claimed that his father really wasn't abusive atall, but then, what really constitutes abuse when you've got acute nerves twanging anyhow at people's presence and meddling and control? When I was quite little I used to tell people not to breathe on my hands when they were leaning over me watching me draw--and that was a mild reprimand compared to what I often wanted to say about them hanging over me and impinging on me (useful word, impinging).

Given the high internal sensitivity and necessary routine-building of anyone studying concert piano, plus the inherent uncertainty in any performance-art (or art in general), it seems more likely that he broke under that stress compounded by interpersonal emotional pressures, making him regress into a deeper autism, rather than just having some kind of underlying schizophrenia waiting to be triggered at the drop of a (real or imagined) hat. It's always tricky to mess around with the inner workings of creative people, seeing as one can't be sure where the golden eggs are coming from.

[omicronayin.livejournal.com]

It's all related to the totality of his experience of life; the whole spacetime conundrum. The mind separates and divides according to what "makes sense."

[omicronayin.livejournal.com]

You definitely have a point.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syd_Barrett

Excerpt:

However, as the band began to attract a large fanbase, the pressures placed on Barrett contributed to his experiencing increasing psychiatric illness.

[aureantes.livejournal.com]

The performing arts have always been the most reliant on superstition and propiatory rituals, to ward off the negative side of that uncertainty which is inherent in all situations where one person is trying to make an effect upon/get reaction from an audience of unknown composition and sentiment. One can't simply control all those other minds and what they feel (at least not generally), so one attempts to structure and influence the probability field around them, either with talismans/acts of perceived positive fortune, or those which are intended to deflect the envy of fate (mal occhio) by not tempting it with reference to "good luck" (or "Macbeth"--this was brilliantly played-on in an episode of The Simpsons).

[omicronayin.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, the way you write is getting me all turned on inside... the way your mind sparkles like a brilliant diamond of unknown composition.