I love my mess. Truly. Just like I loved it in my old Dodge Aspen with cigarette butts falling out of the ashtray onto cassette carriers filled with 1980s mix tapes, and Ram Dass lectures. A trunk full of acrylic paints, canvas stretchers, and primer. Art ready to happen.
Just like I love my mini van and practically-strewn reminders of this new time: hiking supplies chunked in the rear, kids’ snacks jammed into spilled-upon drawers, and a notebook and pen between the seats, ready for moments of inspiration.
And I love the ‘kinda’ mess of this thing: my avant blog. I’m going to keep telling you this moniker and coining terms and phrases with indiscriminate abandon until you get it. Mess is leading edge.
Messes are us. And I love the art that comes from a human being such a thing. I love the art of being human. It can be nothing other than a mess. Anything better, and it’s a bot1.
So, no more following a proper academic format: it shames my true voice by degrees.
Nor packaging myself for marketing-sake so someone ‘else’ will buy what I have to sell. If they can’t see it, they are blind to the imperfect, ever-so-sweet fruits I bear.
No more writing what I think you need to hear (the you of my imagination.)
Nope.
This is my mess, and for me, my mess is best.
~~~~~~ W H Y ~~~~~~
When women make and birth babies, it’s a mess.
When crooners craft songs with melodic lines, turning over turns of phrase, it’s a mess.
When a home is lived in with touched stuff, projects, and favorite books strewn about the place, it’s a mess.
When we seek ourselves, and for brief moments “get it,” we are everywhere, experiencing a mindful, mysterious, and complicated mess.
There is no making sense of most things, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Dahyer Dahyer2
- Did you know that the terminology to add more creativity and randomness into AI output is referred to as ‘warmer’ on the parameter of temperature. Less warm = more accurate/empirical. More warm= more hallucinations, more mess, but also more possibility for great innovation. Warm and random is the tactic we use when we build new models to make creative leaps. ↩︎
- The sounds I used to say to my kids to comfort them. A loving mispronunciation of “There, There.” ↩︎