Don't Touch Me!

[jmBoekestein]

Hahahaha, mostly the lion just waits…

Catch him by the tail anyone?

Loved, very beautiful.

[eek]

CRIPES stephen stahlberg here,… all we need now is some of eek’s negative mass and the thread will be complete!

nice to see you here:cool:.

Did someone mention dark energy…

Anyway whats all this hoo haa about? The ironic dicotomy of social grace in the overpopulated sanitised youth of our retropop generation or something? Sorry didnt catch all the posts, did seem to drift though.

eek
(new year resolution: must add quantum mechanics)

[paperclip]

Did someone mention dark energy…

Anyway whats all this hoo haa about? The ironic dicotomy of social grace in the overpopulated sanitised youth of our retropop generation or something? Sorry didnt catch all the posts, did seem to drift though.

eek
(new year resolution: must add quantum mechanics)

More or less.

[beelow]

Thread seems leveled to shorter sentences and friendly smiles now, but so the pages’ past reprieves incite insidious dichotomies… some persons taste of vivid imagery, which us too may well entertain, yet with its forced ambition towards an other here I’ll slate domain: expressions of sufficient immaturity sit, and consummate a fated, crafted lack of wit. I am more the less mature for pointing thus-in to-be-sure, but in cold air 'tis called genture… (…?)

Those with interests in sampling petals, but not tasting them at once, are deserving less established opinions regarding their honours… nasturtiums are spicy and yum, lilies are mildly sweet, the honeysuckle regarding also its name… but so the flowers do not care to embrace specific styles ever through their times; some specific stamens swell sour, and so: continued callings cast celled confinement, indecent indenture.

Far as homophobia’s carried, I myself am finding anyone ever equally enticing by their external, but more internal regard, whether they are of my opposing gender or not. Anyone, can pretty much fall for anyone, and if one person is favouring for their life external similarity, they ought be allowed behaviour in normality… that is to say, people ought regard all love as true, and quit questioning our quelled, quixotic effulgences.

… Alright, I didn’t really get anywhere with that. But I enjoyed myself, and it’s not all irrelevant fluff. That’s what counts, right? I live in one of the (past) Klu Klux Klan capitals of the US. There are a lot of elderly folks. I’m sure they have plenty of prejudice to go around, and spread plenty of it to their children. But for the most part, most of the kids I know are not stupid like that. Homosexuality, race and all is made fun of, yes, but when it comes down to someone actually (not flamboyantly, that’s a ridiculous stereotype anyway) being gay, or being physically weak, or being very ethnic, or whatever else might ignorantly be considered worthy of ridicule, I’ve not noticed a lot of honest, lasting rejection. In fact, obscurity tends to enhance one’s admirability. Such people tend to be lovey-touchy hippies…

I shouldn’t speak for people, because I don’t know what they might go through, but if someone is a friendly enough person, they are, in this or any community, generally able to find enough friends. If someone feels dejected and lonesome and hopeless and whining, according to what I was personally brought up on, they probably brought it upon themself. There are so many people in the world who do just fine wherever they are; if someone feels life is unfair for their style, or feel they are in need others’ attentive care, they’re obviously missing something, focusing on the wrong parts of life. If they really want to be different as they are, they should find something to embrace, and share. Or embrace each other as modern pagan hippies. Though I’d personally greater appreciate the obscure paganesque celebrations and quiet, restrained standoffishness of other countries…

On an off-topic side note, since I’m already rambling to myself, the weather here this season has been wonderful. It’s been abnormally foggy, eventually seeming difficult to inhale, like smog, but afterwards a rain will come and last three or five days straight. Pale white sky, blurred distance, constant wet sound, chirping birds… it’s just wonderful. Such cold that the fog will freeze and fall in tiny snowflakes from not above, but eminating outta the crisp morning air right where you stand. I think it’s a lovely weather, and I’m sure chilled couples are cuddling all around.

Around here, anyway, if you’re anybody yourself, you’re like to be appreciated as a friend in some way or another; whoever you are, whatever you do—music, journalism, art, hairdressing, pumping gas—if you’re a person, no matter what kind of person you are, whatever you’ve done is bound to be appreciated by somebody. And if you’d rather avoid the threat of physical pats on the back, hugs, whatever… you can always try the internet.

What!like lil jon:curious: You gonna have to break that down, for me, I don’t understands, I am too negroish, for this post.

[beelow]

Thread seems leveled to shorter sentences and friendly smiles now, but so the pages’ past reprieves incite insidious dichotomies… some persons taste of vivid imagery, which us too may well entertain, yet with its forced ambition towards an other here I’ll slate domain: expressions of sufficient immaturity sit, and consummate a fated, crafted lack of wit. I am more the less mature for pointing thus-in to-be-sure, but in cold air 'tis called genture… (…?)

Those with interests in sampling petals, but not tasting them at once, are deserving less established opinions regarding their honours… nasturtiums are spicy and yum, lilies are mildly sweet, the honeysuckle regarding also its name… but so the flowers do not care to embrace specific styles ever through their times; some specific stamens swell sour, and so: continued callings cast celled confinement, indecent indenture.

Far as homophobia’s carried, I myself am finding anyone ever equally enticing by their external, but more internal regard, whether they are of my opposing gender or not. Anyone, can pretty much fall for anyone, and if one person is favouring for their life external similarity, they ought be allowed behaviour in normality… that is to say, people ought regard all love as true, and quit questioning our quelled, quixotic effulgences.

… Alright, I didn’t really get anywhere with that. But I enjoyed myself, and it’s not all irrelevant fluff. That’s what counts, right? I live in one of the (past) Klu Klux Klan capitals of the US. There are a lot of elderly folks. I’m sure they have plenty of prejudice to go around, and spread plenty of it to their children. But for the most part, most of the kids I know are not stupid like that. Homosexuality, race and all is made fun of, yes, but when it comes down to someone actually (not flamboyantly, that’s a ridiculous stereotype anyway) being gay, or being physically weak, or being very ethnic, or whatever else might ignorantly be considered worthy of ridicule, I’ve not noticed a lot of honest, lasting rejection. In fact, obscurity tends to enhance one’s admirability. Such people tend to be lovey-touchy hippies…

I shouldn’t speak for people, because I don’t know what they might go through, but if someone is a friendly enough person, they are, in this or any community, generally able to find enough friends. If someone feels dejected and lonesome and hopeless and whining, according to what I was personally brought up on, they probably brought it upon themself. There are so many people in the world who do just fine wherever they are; if someone feels life is unfair for their style, or feel they are in need others’ attentive care, they’re obviously missing something, focusing on the wrong parts of life. If they really want to be different as they are, they should find something to embrace, and share. Or embrace each other as modern pagan hippies. Though I’d personally greater appreciate the obscure paganesque celebrations and quiet, restrained standoffishness of other countries…

On an off-topic side note, since I’m already rambling to myself, the weather here this season has been wonderful. It’s been abnormally foggy, eventually seeming difficult to inhale, like smog, but afterwards a rain will come and last three or five days straight. Pale white sky, blurred distance, constant wet sound, chirping birds… it’s just wonderful. Such cold that the fog will freeze and fall in tiny snowflakes from not above, but eminating outta the crisp morning air right where you stand. I think it’s a lovely weather, and I’m sure chilled couples are cuddling all around.

Around here, anyway, if you’re anybody yourself, you’re like to be appreciated as a friend in some way or another; whoever you are, whatever you do—music, journalism, art, hairdressing, pumping gas—if you’re a person, no matter what kind of person you are, whatever you’ve done is bound to be appreciated by somebody. And if you’d rather avoid the threat of physical pats on the back, hugs, whatever… you can always try the internet.

What!like lil jon:curious: You gonna have to break that down, for me, I don’t understands, I am too negroish, for this post.

[Kanga]

…Did someone mention dark energy… …

Eek!,… it’s eek:).
Ok now we’re complete, fire up the engines scotty.

Though I’d personally greater appreciate the obscure paganesque celebrations and quiet, restrained standoffishness of other countries…

Fair enough,… how does that affect your art?

Cheers Chris

[roberte]

“if one way to measure the greatness of a piece is the ammount of love it radiates, how does our ingrained distant behaviour influece our work?”

Remember this ? This is where this thread began. It has increasingly taken (for me) a boringly wrong turn into an extended discussion of homosexuality and homophobia.

Unless we equate somehow ones sexuality to creativity what’s the point of this yammer?

Robert

www.robertellisonimaging.com

[paperclip]

I guess some (flamboyant) gays are more creative than straight people- I know that there are far more gay than straight men at my art college. Why is that?

It makes looking for a man tough, let me tell you that.

[eek]

Eek!,… it’s eek:).

Cheers Chris

Im in da house, yo yo!

As for gay people being more creative - i dont think so. But as for most visionaries/nutters/myself most of us are eccentric quagmires of self indulgent nonsence that at certain times of the day flicker out sparks of genius. And then hold onto these boughts of prodergerial wisdom for years, bouncing them around our heads until they reach an outlet.

As to the paradoxical toing and froing of emotion influencing our art, well this is certainly the case. Look at francis bacon, Picasso,matisse,vangoch anger drives then, happiness drives them there exsitence in this frail world and it ironic selfdestruction drives them, they become there art. Its the same as the medias spindily casting web, making people more than they are - tabloid demi gods that go way past there 15mins of fame. Only to eventually fall further than when they started.

eek

[beelow]

I guess some (flamboyant) gays are more creative than straight people- I know that there are far more gay than straight men at my art college. Why is that?

It makes looking for a man tough, let me tell you that.

LOL, we have plenty of straight men here in the US.:rolleyes: I’m one holla at me!:love:

[Vrav]

Ha, Beelow… my last post? It was… well, as Robert E. says, the thread had heftily derailed, so I was just writing sentences. It seemed difficult to figure out what I was supposed to be saying; I know know what any of it was supposed to mean. Arrogant and foolish, is about it…

Eek, what does that metaphor about the media and falling mean? I understand the part about artists being driven by their emotions, but how that relates to someone being inflated publicly to fail soon after, I fail to grasp. Do you mean the tortuous emotional patterns of an artist will create false desires, an inflated aspiration, and that leads to similar losses? Sorry, not trying to be rude, just… get confused…

‘Love’ is (obviously) an influential, and inspirational feeling. Maybe some artists have a love for objects, ideas and expressions more deeply than others, without knowing it. A poet could appreciate the wilderness and know that it is all they need; an artist can create a world, enter it, become it, and that world becomes not only an appreciation for the reality it might represent, but an investment of their mind, a reflection of the love they have for what they’ve crafted.

Strict homosexuality, I don’t know. General sexuality, I can more relate to. If you’re an artist and have your love for light, form, texture and creation, something with a story behind it, or you can appreciate the beauty in simple things, and pay attention to them, then you’re more likely to a broader base of attraction. I’m not saying you should go out and have sex with a tree, because you like to paint trees, but possessing vast appreciations, tends to make one more likely to overlook definitions of what’s normal. :shrug:

That’s why I’d prefer the quiet respects of an older region, Kanga, because there, more often is one able to relate beauty to some random thing like the weather or the sound of geese flying by overhead. Though, I guess that doesn’t really say anything… don’t really have much to add, having arrived this late…

[eek]

Eek, what does that metaphor about the media and falling mean? I understand the part about artists being driven by their emotions, but how that relates to someone being inflated publicly to fail soon after, I fail to grasp. Do you mean the tortuous emotional patterns of an artist will create false desires, an inflated aspiration, and that leads to similar losses? Sorry, not trying to be rude, just… get confused…

wow! got it in one. Plus the fact the media can play a part in this. I feel a lou reed moment coming on…

eek

[ndat]

I’m such a social reject, I’ve never really been good at following social norms or fitting into groups. It was somewhat difficult to understand as I was growing up, apparently I have some mild form of autism. Asperger’s syndrome or something like that, the reason I pretty much lack empathy which becomes very apparent if you know me.

But anyway that lead me to watch how people act so I could maybe fit in. No luck, but I noticed that the most prevalent form of physical contact in my culture has sexual connotations attached, that makes many other forms taboo. Of course it depends on the place of touch, place, time, type, and sex of the individual. If you look closely there are only about four or five general ways that opposite sexes may touch that may not be taken sexually. For people of the same sex there are a few more options for touching that probably won’t be taken in a sexual manner especially for females. That really leaves about 10 or 15 ways of physically interacting with other people in western culture that would be accepted as non-sexual, this is not very much if you think about it.

I don’t see this as cold, but more of a mental stigma, the people feel the love and caring just the same as other people they just can’t express it physically to the degree other cultures can. I think it may have something to do with the puritan reform as well as a lot of other things in the “western” culture.

[Kanga]

If you read back over these 8 pages or so there are more than enough posts dealing directly with the original question.

As far as going off on tangents is concerned with a discussion about art or artists I don’t believe that is possible as indeed everything has to do with everything.

For the last 20 years I have been whacked over the head with the question of homosexuality and it bores me to tears. HOWEVER there are many people in other cultures who don’t have that luxury so there is plenty of room on this thread for those questions and all others. What there is no room for are hurtfull or disrespectfull posts designed to cause pain. Well I couldn’t find any of those. I’m not amazed as much as I am pleased by this.

If you find that we are off on a picnic, make a point or ask a question and if its earth shaking enough there should be appropriate reaction.

Thanx for your reactions,
Chris

[ThirdEye]

I’ll limit myself to a simple answer to the original question, as in the 8 pages of this thread i’ve seen and read all sorts of things, which i gotta say, sometimes made me want to punch someone in the face and sadly made me remember once more why i tend to avoid this forum. But this is another story.
Italy’s a country where you can’t really find a generalisation for ANYTHING. Dialects change from town to town (my parents for example were born in two different towns in southern italy, they’re literally 7 km’s far from each other, yet you can spot many different words in their dialects), traditions change, food changes, wine changes. Italy has been dominated by everyone and his dog in the past, if you exclude the Roman Empire times, which was an incredible mix anyway. We had austrians, frenchies, greeks, turkish and spanish people among others. During WW2 even Americans contributed to the liberation of this country from the nazi-fascism. Italy’s been a united country for just a couple of centuries and even less, and this can be spotted in every single aspect of our culture, from art to the language, from politics to the way people think. The weather itself is very different here from place to place, there are areas which risk the desertification and high mountains, beaches and hills, volcanos and islands, even in the same place (sicily for example includes all these features). Therefore there’s no need to say the way people express their love for each other can change a lot (btw even in italian there are at least 3 or 4 different ways to translate the word “love”, i found it weird there’s just a way in english), but in general let’s say southern people are warmer while northern are colder. An example of this would be the way people salute: usually in the middle-south people kiss each other on both cheeks, even if we’re talking about two men, in the north usually people just shake their hands. Personally i think i reflect the spirit of the whole country, my parents are originally from southern italy, i was born in nothern italy and i’ve lived there with them until 3 years ago, then i moved to Rome, in middle italy. I got no accent when i speak, or rather i have all of them, depending on the person i’m talking to. I remember an afternoon at my parents’ place some years ago, i was talking to my mom with a southern accent, to my bro with a northern one and to my ex gf with a roman accent at the same time, sometimes i wonder how i came out that way. That’s why i totally love my country, the variety of people and things you can meet here is almost unbelievable.

[ndat]

^
That all sounds very confusing, how do you avoid making cultural mistakes?

[beelow]

Thirdeye that sounds cool as hell, I want to visit Italy some day, I need to broaden my horizons. Don’t worry about that dude we have no need for violence here. Everyone just giving their opinion, Just to show u how really diverse we are and what we accept and we all don’t accept. This a good thread, forum as well. We are all starting to get along nicely!

[ThirdEye]

^
That all sounds very confusing, how do you avoid making cultural mistakes?

You don’t, cultures collide all the time here, but it’s cool for that exact reason. There are different ways to react to that, a minority tends to avoid the “other”, the “different”, the majority just realised it’s useless since we’re all different here, and everyone started to understand the cultural richness of our country. This country’s just crazy, that’s why i hate the usual stereotype of the “spaghetti-pizza-mamma” italian, there are just so many ways to live here…

[ndat]

You don’t, cultures collide all the time here, but it’s cool for that exact reason. There are different ways to react to that, a minority tends to avoid the “other”, the “different”, the majority just realised it’s useless since we’re all different here, and everyone started to understand the cultural richness of our country. This country’s just crazy, that’s why i hate the usual stereotype of the “spaghetti-pizza-mamma” italian, there are just so many ways to live here…

Cool :), I might have to hitch a ride there with one of my friends that is from there when he visits. I am glad to say I have never met that steriotype ever and if I ever did I am sure it would frighten me.

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