- maija wrote:
- Copyrighted. Share only by posting this URL elsewhere please. http://dogbrothers.com/phpBB2/index.php?topic=1971.0
He Had His Art
written by Marc "Crafty Dog" Denny
(c DBInc)
nice piece mate.
when i started reading it, and the impetus to protect the family--i wondered how many lose meaning, or feel sort
of jaded if their family, urm, isn't. i used to get this frustrating feeling as a
protector-type. my first wife was
really a huge philanderer, and i would just skip off and work out and drink--actually all i was waiting for was to
formally catch her and start the paperwork, to be honest. but the flip side of having lived a life of literally protecting
my mother is that i got alot of meaning from it--it was my niche from which i drew personal value. so when i first
saw this i wondered how the bloke felt who had just lost those whom he may have felt were in his charge to protect.
sort of "soldier without a job". where's another hat when you need one. perhaps it was his archetype and suddenly
the role was taken away. in that sense he possibly may have had his art but had a personal interpretation of how
that fit into a bigger picture. what he had was his family and a justification for his art. possibly.
having an art is to have something seperate. it is to have another hat, another place where meaning abounds...
at the end of the day, you may use one to benefit the other...but if all one's emotional eggs are in one basket--the
other will just be dropped. as in,
"what's the point of training, i have nothing to train for?"
thinking out loud now. personally i do have my art--selfishly my own, i do that thing that is to try and justify it, make
it family pallatible, occasionally down play it so no ones gets overly sensitive about it. when that happens--from experience,
it becomes more fodder for the power struggles that humans find themselves in.
"oooh, i'm just going to 'ave a wee workout--be right back"...then the sky opens up and i'm beating the imbalances out
of my life in the personifications that are my crash test dummies, looking left and right like some philanderer who's found
a moment to display something that ordinarily is disquised in a suit and glasses--like clark kent [metaphor]. i walk back in and ask a load of questions about everyone else and their collective days and past times, smile inwardly and look forward to the next training. why go to all the trouble, even as things are better now than in my first incarnation [marriage], i have
developed tendencies to protect that which is dear to my [pressure valve] cathartic rituals, medicinal intakes [endorphins],
and dark tendencies [controlled outbursts with measurable gains that have purpose outside of being negative]. isn't that a wee bit of all of us--or maybe just me.