Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 For years, Henry Miller lived the life of a would-be writer. He was 45 when he wrote his first book Tropic of Cancer in 1934. Here is what he writes in the opening page: " I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am (author's italic). Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God. " This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off- key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse. " Henry Miller could not have written such a powerful book if he had not got over his romanticized visions of becoming a writer. He could write the book he did precisely because there were " no more books to be written. " With the transition from " I thought that I was an artist " to " I am " , he had come full circle. As a result, he went beyond mere writing to " singing " —not to mention the funny things he did to God and the like in the process. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > For years, Henry Miller lived the life of a would-be writer. He was > 45 when he wrote his first book Tropic of Cancer in 1934. Here is > what he writes in the opening page: > > " I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man > alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I > no longer think about it, I am (author's italic). Everything that was > literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, > thank God. " This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, > and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary > sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in > the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, > Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off- > key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will > dance over your dirty corpse. " > > Henry Miller could not have written such a powerful book if he had > not got over his romanticized visions of becoming a writer. He could > write the book he did precisely because there were " no more books to > be written. " > > With the transition from " I thought that I was an artist " to " I am " , > he had come full circle. As a result, he went beyond mere writing > to " singing " —not to mention the funny things he did to God and the > like in the process. > There was no 'Henry' outside of the writing.....painting.....outside of the Henrying. It may comfort and validate your personal sense of self to imagine a man.....a Henry Miller man...who got over his romanticized visions and wrote something of value for those less stalwart. It makes for a great heroic epic.......the self loves to roll in scent of triumph. It just loves stories....about imaginary heroes. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > For years, Henry Miller lived the life of a would-be writer. He was > > 45 when he wrote his first book Tropic of Cancer in 1934. Here is > > what he writes in the opening page: > > > > " I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man > > alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I > > no longer think about it, I am (author's italic). Everything that was > > literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, > > thank God. " This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, > > and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary > > sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in > > the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, > > Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off- > > key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will > > dance over your dirty corpse. " > > > > Henry Miller could not have written such a powerful book if he had > > not got over his romanticized visions of becoming a writer. He could > > write the book he did precisely because there were " no more books to > > be written. " > > > > With the transition from " I thought that I was an artist " to " I am " , > > he had come full circle. As a result, he went beyond mere writing > > to " singing " —not to mention the funny things he did to God and the > > like in the process. > > > > > There was no 'Henry' outside of the writing.....painting.....outside > of the Henrying. > > It may comfort and validate your personal sense of self to imagine a > man.....a Henry Miller man...who got over his romanticized visions and > wrote something of value for those less stalwart. > > It makes for a great heroic epic.......the self loves to roll in scent > of triumph. > > > It just loves stories....about imaginary heroes. > > > > toombaru Imagine that!........just imagine! The possibilities and all! .......bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 that's pretty cool, how that can apply to a person's idea of themselves as being spiritual, non-dual, whatever, vs. the actual being of who they are steve c. Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > For years, Henry Miller lived the life of a would-be writer. He was > 45 when he wrote his first book Tropic of Cancer in 1934. Here is > what he writes in the opening page: > > " I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man > alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I > no longer think about it, I am (author's italic). Everything that was > literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, > thank God. " This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, > and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary > sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in > the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, > Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off- > key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will > dance over your dirty corpse. " > > Henry Miller could not have written such a powerful book if he had > not got over his romanticized visions of becoming a writer. He could > write the book he did precisely because there were " no more books to > be written. " > > With the transition from " I thought that I was an artist " to " I am " , > he had come full circle. As a result, he went beyond mere writing > to " singing " —not to mention the funny things he did to God and the > like in the process. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 Nisargadatta , " Steve Connor " <sconnor wrote: > > that's pretty cool, how that can apply to a person's idea of > themselves as being spiritual, non-dual, whatever, vs. the actual > being of who they are > > steve c. A 'person' is nothing other then their own ideas about themselves. toombaru > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > For years, Henry Miller lived the life of a would-be writer. He was > > 45 when he wrote his first book Tropic of Cancer in 1934. Here is > > what he writes in the opening page: > > > > " I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man > > alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I > > no longer think about it, I am (author's italic). Everything that was > > literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, > > thank God. " This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, > > and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary > > sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in > > the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, > > Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off- > > key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will > > dance over your dirty corpse. " > > > > Henry Miller could not have written such a powerful book if he had > > not got over his romanticized visions of becoming a writer. He could > > write the book he did precisely because there were " no more books to > > be written. " > > > > With the transition from " I thought that I was an artist " to " I am " , > > he had come full circle. As a result, he went beyond mere writing > > to " singing " —not to mention the funny things he did to God and the > > like in the process. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " Steve Connor " <sconnor@> wrote: > > > > that's pretty cool, how that can apply to a person's idea of > > themselves as being spiritual, non-dual, whatever, vs. the actual > > being of who they are > > > > steve c. > > > A 'person' is nothing other then their own ideas about themselves. > > > > toombaru that's a pretty good idea the idea of yourself had. but it's really nothing. nobob > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > For years, Henry Miller lived the life of a would-be writer. He was > > > 45 when he wrote his first book Tropic of Cancer in 1934. Here is > > > what he writes in the opening page: > > > > > > " I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man > > > alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I > > > no longer think about it, I am (author's italic). Everything that was > > > literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, > > > thank God. " This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, > > > and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary > > > sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in > > > the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, > > > Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off- > > > key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will > > > dance over your dirty corpse. " > > > > > > Henry Miller could not have written such a powerful book if he had > > > not got over his romanticized visions of becoming a writer. He could > > > write the book he did precisely because there were " no more books to > > > be written. " > > > > > > With the transition from " I thought that I was an artist " to " I am " , > > > he had come full circle. As a result, he went beyond mere writing > > > to " singing " —not to mention the funny things he did to God and the > > > like in the process. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " Steve Connor " <sconnor@> wrote: > > > > that's pretty cool, how that can apply to a person's idea of > > themselves as being spiritual, non-dual, whatever, vs. the actual > > being of who they are > > > > steve c. > > > A 'person' is nothing other then their own ideas about themselves. > > toombaru > What you said seems true to me... but I also feel that a person is what they have their attention strongly focused on. In an attempt to put order into chaos, one becomes sucked into that which he or she fixates on. Or in an attempt to " have " something, one becomes the player in the game. That's my opinion :-) Stu Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 Nisargadatta , " stuartkfmn " <stuartkfmn wrote: > > > > " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " Steve Connor " <sconnor@> wrote: > > > > > > that's pretty cool, how that can apply to a person's idea of > > > themselves as being spiritual, non-dual, whatever, vs. the actual > > > being of who they are > > > > > > steve c. > > > > > > A 'person' is nothing other then their own ideas about themselves. > > > > toombaru > > > > What you said seems true to me... but I also feel that a person is > what they have their attention strongly focused on. > In an attempt to put order into chaos, one becomes sucked into that > which he or she fixates on. > Or in an attempt to " have " something, one becomes the player in the game. > That's my opinion :-) > > Stu > The 'person' emerges between the focusing and that which is focused upon. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 17, 2006 Report Share Posted May 17, 2006 Nisargadatta , " stuartkfmn " <stuartkfmn wrote: > > What you said seems true to me... but I also feel that a person is > what they have their attention strongly focused on. > In an attempt to put order into chaos, one becomes sucked into that > which he or she fixates on. > Or in an attempt to " have " something, one becomes the player in the game. > That's my opinion :-) > > Stu Stu - Isn't it that the person appears as person, simultaneously with the fixation -- so that the person is the activity of fixating? That attempt to have order through fixating is a misunderstanding, isn't it? Randomly yours, Dan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 18, 2006 Report Share Posted May 18, 2006 " dan330033 " <dan330033 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " stuartkfmn " <stuartkfmn@> wrote: > > > > > What you said seems true to me... but I also feel that a person is > > what they have their attention strongly focused on. > > In an attempt to put order into chaos, one becomes sucked into that > > which he or she fixates on. > > Or in an attempt to " have " something, one becomes the player in the > game. > > That's my opinion :-) > > > > Stu > > Stu - > > Isn't it that the person appears as person, simultaneously with the > fixation -- so that the person is the activity of fixating? > > That attempt to have order through fixating is a misunderstanding, > isn't it? > > Randomly yours, > Dan > What I experience is that the person or ego appears as " self the problem or quest " , while also feeling that he or she HAS the problem or quest. It seems that the self or ego " sees " the problem and " is " the problem, both at once. Stu Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 18, 2006 Report Share Posted May 18, 2006 Nisargadatta , " stuartkfmn " <stuartkfmn wrote: > > " dan330033 " <dan330033@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " stuartkfmn " <stuartkfmn@> wrote: > > > > > > > > What you said seems true to me... but I also feel that a person is > > > what they have their attention strongly focused on. > > > In an attempt to put order into chaos, one becomes sucked into that > > > which he or she fixates on. > > > Or in an attempt to " have " something, one becomes the player in the > > game. > > > That's my opinion :-) > > > > > > Stu > > > > Stu - > > > > Isn't it that the person appears as person, simultaneously with the > > fixation -- so that the person is the activity of fixating? > > > > That attempt to have order through fixating is a misunderstanding, > > isn't it? > > > > Randomly yours, > > Dan > > > > What I experience is that the person or ego appears as " self the > problem or quest " , while also feeling that he or she HAS the problem > or quest. > It seems that the self or ego " sees " the problem and " is " the problem, > both at once. > > Stu > yes,yes and what experiences this is what " sees " this and " is " it. you are that always Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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