I Am Built Close To The Ground

Solitude Is Not An Absence Of Energy Or Action, As Some Believe, But Is Rather A Boon Of Wild Provisions Transmitted To Us From The Soul. In Ancient Times, Purposeful Solitude Was Both Palliative And Preventative. It Was Used To Heal Fatigue And To Prevent Weariness. It Was Also Used As An Oracle, As A Way Of Listening To The Inner Self To Solicit Advice And Guidance Otherwise Impossible To Hear In The Din Of Daily Life.

To Create One Must Be Able To Respond. Creativity Is The Ability To Respond To All That Goes On Around Us, To Choose From The Hundreds Of Possibilities Of Though, Feeling, Action, And Reaction And To Put These Together In A Unique Response, Expression Or Message That Carries Moment, Passion And Meaning. In This Sense, Loss Of Our Creative Milieu Means Finding Ourselves Limited To Only One Choice, Divested Of, Suppressing, Or Cendoring Feelings And Thoughts, Not Acting, Not Saying, Doing, Or Being.

The Point Of Art Is Not Simply To Express Ourselves, But To Create An External, Concrete Form In Which The Soul Of Our Lives Can Be Evoked And Contained.

So, Let Us Push On Now, And Remember Ourselves Back To The Wild Soul. Let Us Sing Her Flesh Back Onto Our Bones.

We Wish To Make Rage Into A Fire That Cooks Things Rather Than A Fire Of Conflagration.