inner sanctum
i was watching 'the cell' last night and got to thinking about the secret inner worlds that are explored (the little boys and the killers)
i began wondering what this world would look like for me. if i could transport myself to a world inside my head, what would that world look like, what rules would there be, who would inhabit it.
the thing that i found a little bit disturbing is that many of the things that came to mind were borrowed from the ideas of others. it might be hellraiser meets tank girl meets tim burtonesque meets middle earthsea meets dali's the persistence of memory with a skinny puppy soundtrack. im sure the combination of enough of these things would create a world unique to my interests.
i suppose one could argue that i like these themes and images because they reflect what i experience when i close my eyes.
i think this is true, at least partly. take hellraiser, for example. i think these movie worlds appeal because the imagery speaks to some part of this secret inner world. the problem is that i wonder if this defineable imagery limits the imagination. i mean, if i had never seen these films, or any films, for that matter, how different would my inner world look? would it be more my own? more original? does having seen them influence my imagination and make it more like everyone else that likes these same things?
on another tangent, would my inner world actually be anything like these things? do i just want to think that this is what it would be like because these are the things that i like? maybe it would be totally different than i would expect. maybe inside im all hallmark cards, martha stewart, and prescious moments.
it seems that the culture one is raised in would have an impact. like the inner world of one aborigine is prolly more similar to that of another aborigine than to that of an american, who is more similar to another american than to someone from iran.
all this reminded me of a debate i used to have with an old old friend. this was prolly 8th or 9th grade. he was much older. he said that there are no original ideas. any idea we have today is just a variation or combination of older ideas. i disagreed. i thought (and still think) that original ideas are possible. im not really sure why im so sure, but i am. i guess i cant believe that pure invention, creation, imagination is impossible without borrowing from something already created or imagined. or maybe i just dont want to live in a world where everything is derivative.
but then why must i rely on these movies and images to describe (to myself, no less) what i see when i close my eyes or dream or daydream?
dunno. theres no real conclusion, just somthing thats been on my mind today.
i began wondering what this world would look like for me. if i could transport myself to a world inside my head, what would that world look like, what rules would there be, who would inhabit it.
the thing that i found a little bit disturbing is that many of the things that came to mind were borrowed from the ideas of others. it might be hellraiser meets tank girl meets tim burtonesque meets middle earthsea meets dali's the persistence of memory with a skinny puppy soundtrack. im sure the combination of enough of these things would create a world unique to my interests.
i suppose one could argue that i like these themes and images because they reflect what i experience when i close my eyes.
i think this is true, at least partly. take hellraiser, for example. i think these movie worlds appeal because the imagery speaks to some part of this secret inner world. the problem is that i wonder if this defineable imagery limits the imagination. i mean, if i had never seen these films, or any films, for that matter, how different would my inner world look? would it be more my own? more original? does having seen them influence my imagination and make it more like everyone else that likes these same things?
on another tangent, would my inner world actually be anything like these things? do i just want to think that this is what it would be like because these are the things that i like? maybe it would be totally different than i would expect. maybe inside im all hallmark cards, martha stewart, and prescious moments.
it seems that the culture one is raised in would have an impact. like the inner world of one aborigine is prolly more similar to that of another aborigine than to that of an american, who is more similar to another american than to someone from iran.
all this reminded me of a debate i used to have with an old old friend. this was prolly 8th or 9th grade. he was much older. he said that there are no original ideas. any idea we have today is just a variation or combination of older ideas. i disagreed. i thought (and still think) that original ideas are possible. im not really sure why im so sure, but i am. i guess i cant believe that pure invention, creation, imagination is impossible without borrowing from something already created or imagined. or maybe i just dont want to live in a world where everything is derivative.
but then why must i rely on these movies and images to describe (to myself, no less) what i see when i close my eyes or dream or daydream?
dunno. theres no real conclusion, just somthing thats been on my mind today.