Nov 06, 2006 22:51
there's this strange innate feeling, predilection maybe, that i feel is the thrust of any sort of artistic sense of fulfillment in the world. it's the equivalent of realizing the superficial strings that tie during the teenage years, whether it be humor or intelligence, or in the rare case of most of my companions, an amalgam of about 200. yet, despite this, differences exist. difference. such a negative term. difference as dichotomy. opposition. those are the things they don't work in to those match.com deals. i can find about a billion things i have in common with even the strangest of people, but the differences. THE DIFFERENCES. ah, there's the rub, right hamlet? differences that i admire instead of annoy me are the things that connect me. i don't mind people that are self-centered, egotistical, arrogant, etc. etc. mind does not equal enjoy, but i don't mind them. what i do mind is when the differences separate us to such a degree that reconciliation is impossible.
back to artistic fulfillment. there's an interesting dilemma that i have, and that's that i often wonder why i can't find a book, song, film that does exactly what i want it to do. depressing because it doesn't fulfill exactly what i feel the medium can, however. HOWEVER! it goes back to the differences. would i love the unicorns if they made every choice i'd make, or would i hate them because it neutralizes anything i could offer to that realm? doesn't the greatest fulfillment come from realizing that someone shares your sensibilities but you still differ in realmz that allow for creative expansion and compatible difference?
this kid at work that went to 4 years of film school at florida state. he told me he hated 'eyes wide shut'. i asked why, and he didn't pontificate. he then told me his favorite movies were 'philadelphia' and 'jurassic park.'