Nice. Everything I do is somehow romantic. Even the cruelty and horror. The tragedy of it all. People think I'm emotionless, but it's not true. I just don't express the same way. Sometimes, I don't shed tears for many years. And then, I'll well up and cry watching a documentary about the colour blue. I love blue. Blue is the infinite. The sea. The sky. It goes on forever. My walls in the living room are a strange, deep petrol blue. I stare at the wall and I fall into it, dreaming. I call it the Blue-Gloom-Dream-Room. It's where I write. Every now and then, I do a drawing or a painting. However it comes in.
All my art comes in on a fire from Heaven. I'm fed by my Demon. You might say 'zapped', even. I experience my process as an ecstasy of terror. I am God. And when the fire strikes, the images come through on a beam, direct, and I have to translate these visions and ecstasies into the magic symbols that transmit the images into others' minds. That is the enchantment of the Shamanic writer's methods.
The modern dating world sounds awful. I was always lucky with ladies. Got on with girls. Don't think I did formal dating. My relationships just seemed to happen. Either from hanging out with someone, getting off with someone at a party, or down the pub. Once, I woke up on the floor in a house I didn't know, with a post-it note stuck on my chest, a name and address to, 'come round, I like you' on it. We were more chilled back then. No one was sucked into their phones. I reckon that's half the trouble. I don't get it. People sit about, staring at their phones, not talking to each other. Weird.
What's your perfect date? I reckon a goodun is, afternoon seeing an interesting art exhibition, followed by food at a nice restaurant. If you ain't got the cash for an expensive restaurant, Go see a film after the exhibition (if it goes well. Leave it open). If it's still going good, go to a bar. I reckon a quiet place is better than a rowdy joint. Too much noise, you can't talk properly. Picnic's good n'all. Old fashioned.
But if you go to an art gallery and see something interesting, you got loads to talk about after.
Top Tip:
Turn your bloody phone off! Don't keep updating your mates, or social media what the date is like, and how well (or not well!) it's going. Just chill and enjoy the moment, experience live, not through a camera, or running commentary on socials, or whatever. You can do that later, when you part ways. And if you got your phone tucked away, they'll be less likely to feel like they can sit there looking at theirs too. If they do, don't be tempted to get yours out. Make them feel it.
Thank you for commenting, Rob. That first paragraph about blue is gorgeous. I agree, everything creative is romantic even if the work itself is bleak and cruel.
The best first date I went on last year was a picnic on the beach and a sunset sea swim. Didn't work out, but it's still a nice memory. After all, you can't be on your phone if you're in the sea!
Ugh this is so fucking good - I needed to read this
thank you <3 glad this resonated with you 💌
Nice. Everything I do is somehow romantic. Even the cruelty and horror. The tragedy of it all. People think I'm emotionless, but it's not true. I just don't express the same way. Sometimes, I don't shed tears for many years. And then, I'll well up and cry watching a documentary about the colour blue. I love blue. Blue is the infinite. The sea. The sky. It goes on forever. My walls in the living room are a strange, deep petrol blue. I stare at the wall and I fall into it, dreaming. I call it the Blue-Gloom-Dream-Room. It's where I write. Every now and then, I do a drawing or a painting. However it comes in.
All my art comes in on a fire from Heaven. I'm fed by my Demon. You might say 'zapped', even. I experience my process as an ecstasy of terror. I am God. And when the fire strikes, the images come through on a beam, direct, and I have to translate these visions and ecstasies into the magic symbols that transmit the images into others' minds. That is the enchantment of the Shamanic writer's methods.
The modern dating world sounds awful. I was always lucky with ladies. Got on with girls. Don't think I did formal dating. My relationships just seemed to happen. Either from hanging out with someone, getting off with someone at a party, or down the pub. Once, I woke up on the floor in a house I didn't know, with a post-it note stuck on my chest, a name and address to, 'come round, I like you' on it. We were more chilled back then. No one was sucked into their phones. I reckon that's half the trouble. I don't get it. People sit about, staring at their phones, not talking to each other. Weird.
What's your perfect date? I reckon a goodun is, afternoon seeing an interesting art exhibition, followed by food at a nice restaurant. If you ain't got the cash for an expensive restaurant, Go see a film after the exhibition (if it goes well. Leave it open). If it's still going good, go to a bar. I reckon a quiet place is better than a rowdy joint. Too much noise, you can't talk properly. Picnic's good n'all. Old fashioned.
But if you go to an art gallery and see something interesting, you got loads to talk about after.
Top Tip:
Turn your bloody phone off! Don't keep updating your mates, or social media what the date is like, and how well (or not well!) it's going. Just chill and enjoy the moment, experience live, not through a camera, or running commentary on socials, or whatever. You can do that later, when you part ways. And if you got your phone tucked away, they'll be less likely to feel like they can sit there looking at theirs too. If they do, don't be tempted to get yours out. Make them feel it.
Rob True's dating advice. You're welcome!
Thank you for commenting, Rob. That first paragraph about blue is gorgeous. I agree, everything creative is romantic even if the work itself is bleak and cruel.
The best first date I went on last year was a picnic on the beach and a sunset sea swim. Didn't work out, but it's still a nice memory. After all, you can't be on your phone if you're in the sea!
i loove this and it chimes so deeply with how i feel about writing about old love & situations i’m
over but still find, as you say, SO INTERESTING!!! & thank you for the rec!🩷
Thank you for reading 💖
Thank you!