Hi Cecil, I copied the reply I left to your comment on my post:
Your article was thought-provoking for me – which is a good thing in my book – as I've always worked with language and loved literary works, which use language.
I've found that, when you write something that goes beyond the mere need for communication – and I mean literary prose, essays, love letters, and last but not least poetry – language transmogrifies in something like mind clay, or mind pigments or what have you, transcending its own utilitarian nature and, subsequently, its limitations.
It's a creative process that I also encounter as a translator – the technical terms are localization and transcreation – when you need to convey a concept or message, relying on what are known as realia, which are words and expressions for culture-specific material elements.
Excellent read! As an art educator I very much appreciated this article! It has always been a battle with administration to justify the importance of valuing the arts as much as the traditional, measurable subjects. You made a fabulous case for it. Thank you!
Intuition is a subject I am continuously fascinated by yet accept and embrace the unkowns of it wholeheartedly. And it's something one can't capture it to use as it can be so elusive......no trap can snare it. I realize that in my dreams when I sleep.........so rich in imagery, feelings, and even meanings that make such great sense then but once awaken......if remembered (rarely) can I only feel the barely there remnants of what was happening when I was asleep. It's as if all the answers to everything showed themselves but then were snatched away when I was conscious as if I'm not allowed to know these things yet........perhaps death and dying may give them back. And yet, there are times when, like a gift from the unknown, something comes to me and stays and I can then bring it to life by creating it in the studio. I know I wouldn't have come up with such a piece had I just sat there and thought it up when conscious. I can be a conduit from that other place to the physical reality that I know I'm in. Excellent article once again, Cecil.
great response. Yes I wake up to dreams. I would like to write them down but there is no way to put it in language for some reason. My friend Lanny Quarles calls them Crepuscular Emissions but it is probably better oneiric visions or somnambular drift. If you dream lucidly you are a oneironaut - a sailer of the dream world.
Intriguing words to describe this phenomenon. There really isn't any logical language to describe these sleep/dream happenings. Sometimes there'll be a weird understanding of what is being said, but still no words to make them clear to anyone else, even to oneself. Like an aftertaste of something so exotic and different and maybe you can remember the flavor or essence of it but there's no way you could pinpoint or compare it to anything at all. Makes me think of how some 'wine-snobs' try to find the most outlandish adjectives to describe what they just took a sip of and how often it just sound ridiculous. Why I love great writers who can explain things so beautifully and "accurately".
I sometimes think about the next world when we leave here, I am guessing it is something like the dream world. I am guessing some core something of us has always been around and will continue on even if we don't remember any of it. Memory is a wierd archive. It probably crumbles into poetics.
Hi Cecil, I copied the reply I left to your comment on my post:
Your article was thought-provoking for me – which is a good thing in my book – as I've always worked with language and loved literary works, which use language.
I've found that, when you write something that goes beyond the mere need for communication – and I mean literary prose, essays, love letters, and last but not least poetry – language transmogrifies in something like mind clay, or mind pigments or what have you, transcending its own utilitarian nature and, subsequently, its limitations.
It's a creative process that I also encounter as a translator – the technical terms are localization and transcreation – when you need to convey a concept or message, relying on what are known as realia, which are words and expressions for culture-specific material elements.
Excellent read! As an art educator I very much appreciated this article! It has always been a battle with administration to justify the importance of valuing the arts as much as the traditional, measurable subjects. You made a fabulous case for it. Thank you!
Thank You Patricia!
as an educator, there are a few articles here you might find of interest:
https://www.touchonian.com/s/creative-freedom-act/archive
Fabulous! Thank you!
Intuition is a subject I am continuously fascinated by yet accept and embrace the unkowns of it wholeheartedly. And it's something one can't capture it to use as it can be so elusive......no trap can snare it. I realize that in my dreams when I sleep.........so rich in imagery, feelings, and even meanings that make such great sense then but once awaken......if remembered (rarely) can I only feel the barely there remnants of what was happening when I was asleep. It's as if all the answers to everything showed themselves but then were snatched away when I was conscious as if I'm not allowed to know these things yet........perhaps death and dying may give them back. And yet, there are times when, like a gift from the unknown, something comes to me and stays and I can then bring it to life by creating it in the studio. I know I wouldn't have come up with such a piece had I just sat there and thought it up when conscious. I can be a conduit from that other place to the physical reality that I know I'm in. Excellent article once again, Cecil.
great response. Yes I wake up to dreams. I would like to write them down but there is no way to put it in language for some reason. My friend Lanny Quarles calls them Crepuscular Emissions but it is probably better oneiric visions or somnambular drift. If you dream lucidly you are a oneironaut - a sailer of the dream world.
Intriguing words to describe this phenomenon. There really isn't any logical language to describe these sleep/dream happenings. Sometimes there'll be a weird understanding of what is being said, but still no words to make them clear to anyone else, even to oneself. Like an aftertaste of something so exotic and different and maybe you can remember the flavor or essence of it but there's no way you could pinpoint or compare it to anything at all. Makes me think of how some 'wine-snobs' try to find the most outlandish adjectives to describe what they just took a sip of and how often it just sound ridiculous. Why I love great writers who can explain things so beautifully and "accurately".
I sometimes think about the next world when we leave here, I am guessing it is something like the dream world. I am guessing some core something of us has always been around and will continue on even if we don't remember any of it. Memory is a wierd archive. It probably crumbles into poetics.