Tuesday 31 March 2015

blog is re-opened to comments



since sepehr has called what appears to be my bluff in relation to actually enforcing "no comments" not much point in only having him posting !

maybe brad warner has it right about handling blog comments, i need a higher threshold of what to i g n o r e

though those posters on the hardcore zen blog make me ill . .

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  1. Don't worry, man, my play will astound you. It was influenced by this blog and Derrida and more. It's going to be the best play ever. I've been reading and watching a lot of good stuff...

    It's true, I do feel kind of schizotypal or schizophrenic lately... It's because this play really gets to the heart of reality and I literally feel as if I am dying while writing it.. I am putting all my creativity and spirit into it.

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  2. I will admit, however, writing a play is difficult compared to a short story. This is so because a play needs far more pages to be of an acceptable length. At least ~1.5 min. is spent on every page. So far I have written 15 pages and I started with the final act, but now I am going onto Act I which I feel is harder to write... I may need to do some more studying and reading to make Act I as good as Act II. I surmize Act I will be 15 pages, but then that is a total of 30 pages... I need at least 60 pages for my play to be considered by a publisher or to be acted. Goddammit that's hard.

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    1. This play will make me famous given how incredible it is so far.

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    2. I think I can get the play to 40 pages easily with the vision I have now... I have to have an expert proof-reader for stage plays and so forth help spruce it up or whatever afterwards. Anyways, this play will take at least 2-3 months to complete.

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    4. After you finish, send it to David Mamet; a star is rising, I already envison it: http://goo.gl/eZpyMF

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  4. Late one evening, I stepped out of my little hut in the rice paddies of eastern Bali and found myself falling through space. Over my head the black sky was rippling with stars, densely clustered in some regions, almost blocking out the darkness between them, and loosely scattered in other areas, pulsing and beckoning to each other. Behind them all streamed the great river of light, with its several tributaries. But the Milky Way churned beneath me as well, for my hut was set in the middle of a large patchwork of rice paddies, separated from each other by narrow, two-foot-high dikes, and these paddies were all filled with water. By day, the surface of these pools reflected perfectly the blue sky, a reflection broken only by the thin, bright-green tips of new rice. But by night, the stars themselves glimmered from the surface of the paddies, and the river of light whirled through the darkness underfoot as well as above; there seemed no ground in front of my feet, only the abyss of starstudded space falling away forever.

    I was no longer simply beneath the night sky, but also above it; the immediate impression was of weightlessness. I might perhaps have been able to reorient myself, to regain some sense of ground and gravity, were it not for a fact that confounded my senses entirely: between the galaxies below and the constellations above drifted countless fireflies, their lights flickering like the stars, some drifting up to join the constellations overhead, others, like graceful meteors, slipping down from above to join the constellations underfoot, and all these paths of light upward and downward were mirrored, as well, in the still surface of the paddies. I felt myself at times falling through space, at other moments floating and drifting. I simply could not dispel the profound vertigo and giddiness; the paths of the fireflies, and their reflections in the water's surface, held me in a sustained trance. Even after I crawled back to my hut and shut the door on this whirling world, the little room in which I lay seemed itself to be floating free of the Earth.

    Taken from The Spell of the Sensuous by David Abram. http://zinelibrary.info/files/Spell_of_the_Sensuous.pdf

    I made some video recordings of my local scenery last fall but I fucking deleted them because I'm a dumbass. I was uploading them on Facebook but the quality turned out crap. Should've just uploaded them to YouTube, would've been much better.

    I think maybe I will make some more videos soon but Idk it's kinda distracting holding the camera and walking around. I mean holding my phone. Maybe I will just take some pictures.

    Or maybe I will write but I think my writings not too good lol.

    ~

    I also feel like I'm posting too much on here, sharing too much I mean! I think we all have certain things we like to read about, certain perspectives and people we enjoy more than others.

    I don't know I feel like I'm being a burden with too much links but I'm just posting them because perhaps anyone of you may be interested in them as well! If you like the preview then you can look into some more!

    What do you figure?

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  5. My play will induce kensho in all of its readers.

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    1. No, I'm 100 percent serious. This play will induce Kensho in you, Zakaj.

      You will be like, "HOOOOOOLLY SHIT! This play is so fucking incredible. I shall praise the impeccable countenance of Lord Sepehr."

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    2. Your play will catapult its readers beyond the state of Clear, directly to Operating Thetan III.

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    3. HBO/Vice just released that Scientology documentary "Going Clear".

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    4. Yes, saw it yesterday. The book is even better.

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    5. Zakaj, aren't you excited to read my play?

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    6. Zakaj, aren't you excited to read my play?

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    8. I'm not even excited to read the classics, let alone an unknown author.

      Are you seriously suffering from delusions of grandeur, or just trolling?

      Man, nobody will care about your play. You're seriously delusional if you think it will make you famous. I'm not saying this to be mean, but dude you need a reality check. You remind me of those people who have a pitch for an amazing movie that will make them millions of dollars... as if an idea is worth anything! You need to put a lot of effort, tremendous amount of work into it, and time, and still nobody will care or read what you write, I guarantee. If you persist for decades, someone might notice. It's a slight chance but not impossible, if you're really talented. I'm not saying this to discourage you, on the contrary, I think it's great you're writing. But why start with this delusional announcement to the world that you're writing a new masterpiece, and announce it over and over, instead of focusing on writing?

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    9. That's why I compared you to LRH. His book Dianetics starts with the following humble introduction: "The creation of Dianetics is a milestone for Man comparable to his discovery of fire and superior to his inventions of the wheel and the arch."

      Maybe you can turn your Play into a religion? That will make you some money. "A kensho-inducing play" sounds like a good proposition for a new cult. Art doesn't make good money, there are exceptions but it's so rare that you have more chance playing the lottery...

      With you I can never tell whether you're serious or not. If you're serious all the time, something is wrong with you, I mean psychologically. You have some kind of personality disorder. You need to contain it and channel it into your writing. Just focus on the writing, don't announce it to the world before it's written.

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    10. Just write for yourself and be content that five people will read it and will perhaps find it somehow interesting. That's a realistic goal. It won't bring universal satori to humankind, it won't blow our minds away, but it might be decent. Why not aim for that? "Decent" is a good goal.

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    11. Alright, I am going to finish writing it.

      I'm just scared someone may steal my ideas or be inspired by them before I write it. It some symbolism I've never seen in any other work of fiction...

      I do post on other places and am considering to just go into relative seclusion to finish this piece.

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    12. Nah, it'll blow minds if it is acted on stage. I know this for sure.

      However, I think it will induce more mania and make people panic, writhing on the floor. It's that powerful. I have succeeded in Antonin Artaud's goal in the Theatre of Cruelty.

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  6. I watched the 1966 version of Alice in Wonderland, An3drew. It was good.

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  7. My play is gonna be great!

    But I have been having annoying headache lately and my dad is making me go to a stupid, bullshit festival tomorrow. I want to just stay home and work on it more.

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