Monday, February 21, 2011

THE ORAL TRADITION & explaining your life through myth.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oral_tradition

My current passion is learning about metaphors , rhythm, rhymes, The elements of poetry and fables.
The direction I'm headed with the above  is to learn how the bards used the above to remember vast quantities of information through stories, music and visualizations.

Another view on this, I'm very interested in how people sum things up in metaphorical snapshots of reality.

This morning I was puzzling over the question I hear, what is so you about you?
How in the hell do you answer that?

Ah, threw your own personal mythology ? 

PS. and connected to all this,
I'm very interested in Picasso's ideas of art and I'm getting a kick out of mixing my cartoon skills, zen drawing and Picasso like drawings.

Any observations , ideas, suggestions all welcome .

THE POMEGRANATE TREE AND THE APPLE TREE




THE POMEGRANATE TREE AND THE APPLE TREE 
A pomegranate said to the apple tree, " my fruit is far better than yours. I come from Asia and they make the most exquisite sirup from me. The Prussians and Indians absolutely love me. You can make grenadine syrup is thickened and sweetened pomegranate juice used in the most amazing cocktails cocktails  . They even use my fruit to make traditional remedies for thousands of years."

The Apple Tree was taken back and felt like he had been steam rolled. He thought about it and was really getting annoyed, then he saw the metal cross on the house and said ah

 "I'm the the forbidden fruit."

 He smile in a coy way.

The POMEGRANATE Tree was aghast,
 "that's horrible, how can you say that? Clearly, I'm superior !"
The Apple Tree thought about it, 
"but I'm the first fruit."
This went back and forth for days, weeks, and months. They new all about each other, they even started to admire each other. They grew closer to each other and there branches intertwined and soon enough, the apples were not truly apples and the pomegranate wasn't truly a pomegranate . they became the same three with two different base.
They had nothing left to do. No more argument and then they looked to their respective orchards and where sure what to think or how they will explain themselves.
What's the moral here
?

Monday, February 14, 2011

What really tells a story?

The poetry of poetry is a smile.

Have you ever said to yourself ... dam! ... That was beyond perfect, I couldn't have done that if I tried ?

It was if the stars aline and then some. Perfect timing, to the right degree, for the right purpose, done in the right way, perfect!

How many of your relationships started with a smile?

How many fights stopped with a sudden smile?

"A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities. " 

Why do some smiles disarm you and instantly put you at ease and others scare the hell out of you?

In a smile you can throw a joke, say every thing, confirm empathy?

What really tells the story?

A smile is the shortest distance between two people. - Victor Borge 

"She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him." 


"I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death" 


"Count your age by friends, not years Count your life by smiles, not tears." 

"Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy." 


"Life is a mirror: if you frown at it, it frowns back; if you smile, it returns the greeting."