Friday, November 26, 2010

What "The Secret" and "The Power" Do Not Tell You

These two books are undoubtedly successful, minimum for both is above 20 million copies sold... however, I would like to comment:
A frustrating tendency of business shakers and movers responsible for entertainment, performing acts to be exact, is their deliberateness to support policies that are no more original and innovative than the stereotype they embody.

It is their damning chase to box office glamor splashed on TV news and newspapers emboldened by their zealots tragically lured to the improbable balance of business before art. It doesn't retreat.

These self-defeating ideals are the crutches for their platform to building the fortress walls ever higher from the serfs, the broadening majority of new talent with fresh perception and teetering lower-to-middle income lifestyles.

In order for the sensibility of this widening chasm, consider the tens of thousands of artists whom have scrapped their dream because it was not in their control, their direct, proactive ability, to pursue.

Most can, and will, disregard this sentiment as neatly as some homogenized cynical artist who couldn't accept their delusions as non-entertaining: the artist's misguided mission kept in Fantasy-land.

The only thing that keeps this caste of freedom fighters from spiraling into defeat is the vast legions that have art or humanities on their brain every waking minute, every waking day... But the metastasizing presence of altering their craft for the more acceptable formula is a true concern. Either dumb down, dilute, underscore, disclaim, or deny their ersatz motivations so they can eat or even buy a bar of a soap.

If we haven't lost our way yet, where do we get our compass to reorient ourselves so the cornerstone of importance is to cultivate the throngs of dreamers in this chronic, dishelved class system of bottom-feeders, I mean, bottom-liners.

Get aggravated and piqued - let the sanguine blood flow through your categorically, monochromatic bodies. Or die bitter and gnarled. Creativity and innovation is my blood; disgust for the current affairs is my excrement.

Let's move to a composite picture with foreboding entrance to a cemetery in the encroaching background:
A girl grows up in a little suburban town insulated from the daily turmoil of inner-city happenings, tickings; a clear chaos of non-power and non-influence. As the girl moves to adolescence, her mind outgrows the provincial boundaries. So to a city she abounds: where other people are available to share her passions and aspirations, cultivating these seeds for something amazing.

But, problems grow as her life increases to the aforementioned, and indirect yet they are, a splintering from this social nest emerges into a new orientation of the dream, a dream. She doesn't forget her first enclave so she returns ready to share, tweek, reinvent. For she learns creativity is not an island of positive thinking but a shared collaboration. It happens when similar minds bounce their varying mentality into a heterogeneous compound: flexible and intense, trust in social tendencies, a hub with no clan or kinship prerequisite.

The epilogue: Lost amidst the chronic finances left by underemployment, resources and training. Give me a sledgehammer & I'll be content.


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Anything and Nothing

Does the book toy with structure to evolve from convention due to its investigation/questioning the flaws and quirks of current life’s priorities?

Does the book mix off-kilter characters into a larger machination upon our consciousness of love remembered, life’s purpose, and immortality?

It is a concise story told in first person so it may rise to the conceptual affair it was conceited to be: excusably pretentious but nevertheless rewarding in its breadth for the reader.

It is not a cross-country trek between two men of undulating age, but a literary pursuit of gumption through its mood, tone, form and style. It embraces the challenge to be considered and forgotten now to be unearthed and transcended 100 years later.

Critics may question the how instead of the why: the latter is the call for understanding why we act so orderly and pretentious in our first half of life and then simple and free of outside, uncontrollable elements.

Shakespeare had seven stages of man: ‘infant to schoolboy to lover to soldier to justice to clown and, finally, second childishness... mere oblivion’. And from this, who can say right or wrong that we do not experience these events within each stage itself – when we are a lover we don’t become a clown, or, when we are an infant we are not a soldier? It is outlandish to simplify and assert this preposterous notion but then is it not preposterous to accept Shakespeare’s simplicity with categorizing life into seven stages? Not at all because it’s Shakespeare thus Shakespeare is right? So by default the 23 chapters in ‘The Unanswered Dreams of a Dead Man’ is upon itself a serendipitous assertion to the stages of an old man on his way to a second chance and a young man on his way to taking a chance.

In the end, writers are just experimenters. The trailer is below...

Friday, June 18, 2010

What's it about ?

Everybody has dreams, ambitions, or what they want to do at some point in their life. But something happens... Life. And it gets buried.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

And! In this corner...!

The 59 year old Champion... 65 Million sold... can it be taken down...?


We'll see...

Friday, June 4, 2010

About time...

I'm listening to U2 "One" right now and I hope 18 years of percolating experiences can excite readers, let alone feedback...
This is a raw book with flaws but we wanted the flaws... humans make errors and so does this book- that's what gives it soul... Enjoy......

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

It is complete...

After months and months of travel, the logs of our journey will arrive as "The Unanswered Dreams of a Dead Man".

Tentative date of release is slated for early June.

Now the journey begins again...

Monday, April 26, 2010

At the Bottom of the Glass

After a lengthy coma in smoke, malnutrition and water, we see land in sight. We actually see at the bottom of our glass, people.

Stay tuned... we'll see if they are friendly.