#catharsis
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20: all your dreams come true on the other side of fear. Be brave.
33: Unleash your true strength. Don’t hold it in. Let it all out. Speak up.
38: Inspect before you bite. Snow white was too tempted by the witch’s apple.
6: hope. Persistence. Faith. Let the universe work its magic. Promise me you won’t stop believing? Don’t give up.
Guess I’ll use my blog for being a loud mouth nobody has to know. Nobody ever has to know
Yes boo let it all out. Unleash the inferno
I think a surprising amount of writers don’t realize that tragedies are supposed to be cathartic. They’re intended to result in a purging of emotion, a luxurious cry; the sorrow caused by a great tragedy is akin to fear caused by a good horror movie – it’s a “safe” sorrow, one that is actually satisfying to the audience. It can still be beautiful! It’s isn’t supposed to just be salting the earth so nothing can grow.
But that’s how you get grimdark: writers who don’t realize that they’re supposed to be doing something withthe audience instead of tothe audience.
#i once heard a lecture where someone said that the great appeal of tragedy is to see terrible things happen to people you’re supposed to#empathize with and see yourself in#and that the catharsis comes from seeing someone’s life go horribly wrong and still have the author hold your hand and tell you#‘this story mattered. even though it had a sad ending it still mattered. even if you don’t succeed your attempts matter’#grimdark tells you that the world sucks and nothing you do matters#well-written tragedy tells you that sometimes the world sucks but everything you do matters so so much#your story is still worth telling even if you never achieve that happy ending#or if you lose it along the way#people have inherent value and their stories deserve to be told no matter if they turn out okay or not#and in a reality that has no concept of ‘fair’ that shit just hits good man!!! feels good!!!!! it’s COMFORTING
I open up to my mother
she listens begrudgingly
but physically
cold shoulder
I point out her body language
she says I’m on the attack
I just want peace
but a cold war is still a war
He coughs all day to numb the pain
releasing it in clouds around him
every sound has a weight on my heart
and it never ends
I want to escape
but I’m frozen in place
and I’m not interested in playing pretend
Maybe ignorance is bliss and this
is suffering needlessly
I can’t escape
paralysis
except when I’m asleep
demons used to chase me
in the worlds inside my dreams
one day, i touched the bottom
surfaced from beneath the waters
woke but couldn’t move
at the end of my bed
a demon waited
so i sent waves of energy in its direction
and freed myself
even the most fearsome monsters
respond to these vibrations
is that how they see me?
certainly I’m no exception
New work - Everyone Who’s Ever Hurt Me
This is an installation of pieces dedicated to my relationships with people that left a deep negative impact on me. Using fragmented memories and obscured portraits, I create a monument, confrontation, and catharsis.
cotton, silk, powdered graphite, gouache, wood, dimensions variablewhat a beautiful installation
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Friendly reminder that it’s okay to not be okay, and sometimes you just need to yell about it from a cliff top.
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Catharsis – Exterminating Angel
I write about catharsis like I know it, as if it’s a friend that I know all too well. As if I’ve felt that adrenaline rush from pure satisfaction over and over again, enough to be familiar, to talk about it with the intimacy of a lover.
I’ve flirted with catharsis, but I’ve never tempted it into the bedroom. The power of it is still unknown to me, a tease that only titillates, shakes its stuff in my direction and I have no choice but to chase it down and try to find its source.
That’s what I’m doing here, searching. Exploring in the name of discovery, that I might find what I’m looking for, and know that purest of satisfactions, the sweet moment of catharsis. It means to purge, in ancient Greek, a sense of being washed clean, pulled away from everything before and made anew.
It’s what I see in your face, each time we’re done. That moment of blissful void, a clear mind, clean of apprehension, anxiety, nerves and, wonderfully, thought. Just a body, breathing, happy, and spent. I’m chasing the dream, but you’re already living it.
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It won’t always be like this, y'know.
But for now, it’s going to have to be. Because you’re holding out for something that’s hard enough to find, let alone keep. You’re looking for a microcosm of a microcosm. A group of people that are not only a pretty infinitesimal subset of society, but you’re looking for one specific brand out of that group. You’re aiming at a pretty small target, in other words. And you’re letting off a shot every time you meet someone new. Which means you’re going to miss.
A lot.
But there’s a reason you’re holding out hope, right? There’s a reason you’re on the internet, trawling through tumblr, because even though you haven’t found it, and you know what I mean when I say it, because you’re reading this and you’re the type of person who would read this, even though you haven’t found it, you’ve got close enough to it to realise just how sweet it can be. You’ve got some of that fulfilment, and satisfaction, purely through osmosis, touching the ideas and concepts has given you enough of a rush to let you know that the actuality, the physical manifestation of those ideas and concepts, is going to thrust you into the stratosphere.
And that’s why you aim at that tiny, tiny target. And why you hope, every time you let off a shot, that you’re going to land a bullseye. Because you want that sweetness, that overwhelming catharsis and satisfaction. The kind of contentment that makes you high. The kind of love that isn’t like anything else at all.
You wait because it’ll be worth it, in the end. Even if right now sucks, just a bit.
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Arvo Pärt - Tabula Rasa - I. Ludus
These feelings are a bit more … raw.
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One has only so much left to say when the world is killing itself.
A pitiful sight to see: a larger world destroyed by those trapped within their own little worlds.
Some exist only to tear down and take from never to build or add to.
Some take as if they are all that matter.
Some have given up all hope, what a sad and uninspired world they must live in, trapped inside a little box outside of which one imagines nothing but the void. They don’t even bother to scratch at the wall or kick at the door they; have consigned the world to its fate.
Some fight the inevitable knowing we will loose; while my nails are bloody, my voice is raw, my back is bruised and broken, l struggle because I must.
Some still have hope- I envy them.
We live a world of deaf and petty fools, that neither listen nor care We are destined for extinction, we are too selfish and greedy to survive, a virus that will kill its host eventually.
The last us may weep for what might have been- but I doubt it, I suspect they will be too busy with self pity and the world will die with a whimper and “We told you so” will be our epitaph.
So it goes…
