Category: dialogue
Pottering While the Universe Has Sent Us to Our Rooms
Pearl: Well, here we are Klaus. This seed of a blog, Pottering While the World Ends, that was planted August 11, 2018 has blossomed into a little garden that offers me solace, refuge, and another healthy way for me to express. It was created for the time we are now in, although it would have been foolish to stress that point at the time.
Sometimes it sucks being a visionary, and feeling the ripples and fore shocks from the future. But I have been trained well, have had much practice, and was born for this time. This is the sort of project, one of many, that has been in my heart for years, and when Blue Orange offered the opportunity to be included in their library, it was a perfect prompt, or excuse, and the right timing to begin.
And of course, by While the World Ends, that is the world as we know it. Because many other humans are intelligent and resilient like us.
A flower in a garden or a field can be glorious, even if not viewed by many, or even anyone.
Klaus: Absolutely. I like to walk among these flowers too, while knowing it’s the field that becomes more because of the flower; somebody being there to witness it doesn’t make it more real. There’s a secret power here in tending something off to the side and away from the glare of an attention-grabbing world, and I love it. It’s the difference between gardening for the flower show and gardening for the joy of it. But this is not frivolous or insubstantial, no way.
Anything we bring into existence, by pouring our imagination into the crucible and letting it cool, changes the universe forever. This is a book of resilience charms in the kitchen of my cosmos.
For me, what we deposit here is also like the sonar beeps of a submarine in a deep dive, probing outwards, a sign of life, looking for something to echo against. It helps us to know where we are and what is reflecting from our surroundings. It’s a vital pulse.
On the Roof #17
Klaus: Today I just seemed to get message after message waking me up to the fact that most people I interact with are on a totally different page – maybe even a different book altogether
Pearl: Yes
Pearl: Getting beat over the head with it
Klaus: Yeah
Pearl: How to reconcile
Pearl: I think that is why lots of teachers lie to us
Pearl: They keep saying it will get better, and not to give up now
Klaus: I couldn’t live with myself if I gave up – but it’s a rock and a hard place sometimes
Pearl: Or maybe this is how it is and everyone was too numb to notice before
Klaus: I suspect that could be true
Pearl: and they were just wondering how to survive
Pearl: If you can’t play the games
Klaus: Yes
Pearl: can’t stand to play the games
Klaus: I know
Klaus: such a drastic waste of energy apart from anything else
Pearl: Yes
Pearl: So much waste here
Klaus: I find people talk to me assuming I am right on board with them
Pearl: And then some say we signed up for this
Klaus: too much work to raise all the objections
Klaus: right
Pearl: but you …right….the objections
Pearl: like your contemplating notes
Klaus: Yes
Klaus: “don’t include me in your wearisome view of reality”
Pearl Grey: But someday we may all have to look back and see how useless all the arguing during this time was
Klaus: I agree
Pearl: Who was that objection for Klaus?
Klaus: Not for you, Pearl
Klaus: Just what I want to say to people sometimes
Pearl: Good, then i won’t have to bash your head in with this lamp hehe
Klaus: lol
Klaus: That would be messy
Pearl: Yes
Pearl Grey: But I might get away with it since the authorities are busy with the flooding
Klaus: haha
Pearl: I truly would like to see the best in my fellow man
Klaus: Of course…..and sometimes they surprise
Pearl: I would like to see them as sincere and generous and truthful
Pearl: compassionate
Pearl: I have waited seemingly forever for people to grow up
Klaus: and show up
Pearl: I don’t know if there is such a thing as a functional system anymore
Pearl: Whatever this phase humanity is in I hope it moves on
Klaus: Every time I think I might have found one I discover I’m kidding myself
Pearl Such simple things could be done
Pearl: Like admitting one is wrong or that one needs to change
Klaus: Yes…..would be a start
Pearl: That maybe they don’t have the answers and can consider something different
Klaus: Right
Pearl: That maybe their values are messed up
Pearl: But until it hurts them more, I don’t know if many care
Klaus: For many that has profound implications for their sense of control and safety
Klaus: That they might be wrong
Pearl: control and safety and all the investment
Klaus: Yeah
Pearl Grey: that is a hard one….the spilled milk so to speak, water under the bridge, having bought into into lies and deceit
Klaus: Very hard to admit to and let it go
Pearl: But it was hidden, now it comes to light. better to get through the anger and shock and start doing something
Klaus: Agree
Klaus: And good that there are things to be busy with
Pearl Grey: Pottering
Klaus: Practicing stuff
Pearl: Taking cats for walks
~ conversation November 5, 2019 during the hurricane flood in New Toulouse
~ image location Ukivok sim by Serene Footman and Jade Kotai
How Dare I Make Art
Argon: Going somewhere Pearl?
Pearl: No. Why?
Argon: You look ready to jump in that car and drive away.
Pearl: This car is a dysfunctional wreck; it isn’t going to be driven anywhere.
Argon: What are you up to today? You’re frowning.
Pearl: Just thinking about the experience of showing art in virtual worlds. The superior-taste-in-art critics are at it again with their nay-saying opinions being flung about.
Argon: What do you mean?
Pearl: For example, saying anything goes with what’s included in the category of art. The self-appointed arbiters of “real art” aren’t satisfied with the amount of attention and support they get, then diss what others do. Thus I’d rather spend less time looking at, and admiring what others do, and more time just creating things myself.
Argon: Right. I notice you doing that.
Pearl: You watch what I’m doing?
Argon: Of course; I’m very aware of things. I could tell you the correct paths to take.
Pearl: No, thanks. This is my lab and I make my own choices here.
Argon: Where’s that guy you hang around with much of the time?
Pearl: Klaus? He’s working on something at Moon Stew Cafe.
Argon: He actually works there?
Pearl: Yes. Lester takes care of the day-to-day operations, but Klaus is the creative director and is installing a Nina Simone theme for the December – January Artist in Residence.
Argon: Great. So will I get to be in your On the Roof series? Notice we’re sitting on a roof.
Pearl: Sorry, no. This is just a kind of essay/story using photos left over from the Give Us a Tasty Snack photoshoot. We are here in the past. This is all gone now.
Argon: But I have important information.
Pearl: You have “different” information. You’re not in my shoes and you don’t know what’s right for me or anyone else.
Argon: My third eye is open. See?
Pearl: It looks like you have a hole in the middle of your forehead.
Argon: You aren’t going to listen to my advice?
Pearl: I did listen for awhile. I give due respect and attention to others, but when it’s rarely reciprocal or there’s too much arrogance and misinformation I quickly lose interest.
Argon: You know this dialogue won’t make sense to readers.
Pearl: I do know. Most of what’s on the internet doesn’t make sense.
Argon: If I drove this car away, would you be impressed?
Pearl: Not really.
Argon: OK. Maybe we can talk again soon. In the meantime I’ll work on my tricks of persuasion.
Pearl: Sure; you do that. See you around Argon. I’m going to make some more art.
On the Roof #16
Pearl: You liked your potato salad this week?
Klaus: Yes; I want to make more
(Pearl smiles)
Pearl: Me too … good hot weather food
Klaus: Yeah. It will be a standard favorite – so simple
Pearl: yeah
Klaus: Use any potatoes that come along
Pearl: Right. And the herbs are so good for us
(Klaus smiles)
Pearl: No dairy
Klaus: Yeah; good food for interesting times
Pearl: Indeed
Klaus: Maybe we need to produce a revolutionists cookbook!
Pearl: Now there’s an idea
Klaus: Mhmm … tried and tested recipes
Pearl: yes
Klaus: For interesting times
(Pearl Grey nods)
Pearl: Not giving up, or sitting numb and in shock, or being bitter
Klaus: Yeah … essential for survival
Pearl: Giving the bird to the dark side
Klaus: Don’ t be scared; just get in the kitchen.
Pearl: yes
Klaus: yeah!
Pearl: Now that is a title, “Don’t be scared; just get into the kitchen.”
Klaus: You poison your enemies while I make potato salad.
Pearl: lol
Klaus: hehe
Pearl: We are controlled by food; we don’t have to give in, not without resisting.
Klaus: It’s the raw material … along with what we read, see and hear, it’s one of the inputs we can control to some degree … or be controlled by
Pearl: Yes; don’t make it easy for them
Klaus: Yeah! Ha … well … an idea to play with
Pearl: We have so many
Pearl: And we are getting some done
Klaus: Yep – and there will be more …
Pearl: Indeed
Klaus: Proves we’re alive
Note: for readers who like to taste as well as read blogs, instructions for making the potato salad in question are here: Potato Dill Salad
On the Roof #15
Klaus: Journals … what a fuss
Pearl: You wake up to write?
Klaus: I lie awake working out how I can find the perfect approach
Pearl: I get about two weeks into a journal and I destroy the pages and start over
Klaus: Right
Pearl: I know … it sucks … like the brain torments us
Klaus: yeah!
Pearl: I guess it would be worth practicing stopping that
Klaus: After a couple of months settled I think there might be a way to do it better that I have not tried yet
Klaus: yes … practice … breathe through those moments because they are sabotage at times
Pearl: But it seems there is less and less time for messing around
Klaus: Right
Pearl: Maybe all humans find ways to make themselves crazy
Klaus: lol … If it runs, work with it, even if it runs shitty, because we have got to get to the next town
Pearl: Yes … got to get to the next town
Klaus: yeah
Pearl: There might be moments of perfection … I think people who have kids learn that because they have to
Klaus: Yeah – I bet
Pearl: About getting to the next town
Klaus: Right. Any damn horse, come on, let’s go
Pearl: Yes, exactly. Maybe this is a phase.
Klaus: yeah
Pearl: And next season something else will be going on
Klaus: Yes … I’m going to grab this conversation for posterity
Pearl: Oh, ok good. I would have forgot
Klaus: Yeah
Pearl: It’s pleasant sitting up here.
On the Roof # 14
Klaus: I was thinking a kind of daft thought about ‘having a black and white view’.
Pearl: Beliefs can’t be all in one column or all in another column.
Klaus: True
Pearl: Oh? That is all some people can manage – either or.
Klaus: Yeah – I notice people saying rightly that ‘it’s not all black and white and there are grey areas’
Pearl: Yes
Klaus: I was thinking just how much. I mean it’s probably all a mixture – hard to separate.
Pearl: And some people – when you know something about their background and experiences – it makes sense they would hold some views
Klaus: Right.
Pearl: Yes, there is always balance … dualistic. But some people just parrot what others say and don’t sort things out for themselves
Klaus: But the silly thought that popped in was sort of mind-blowing. It was like a voice said to me, ‘what do you mean? It’s not black or white or even grey; it’s the full spectrum of all colors’
Pearl: Cool. People can’t hold that 24/7 though. But I can see that is where it could go.
Klaus: Yes. And I realized even the old dichotomy, a way of seeing it as two sides, is not the truth.
Pearl: Our true diversity is a treasure. It’s not what is on trend, but it’s our special mix
Klaus: In our current form, we don’t have the ongoing capacity to hold all that in view at once.
Pearl: Yes
Klaus: It would be like in Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut – the Tralfamadorians see everything at once.
Pearl: We can do that sometimes.
Klaus: They think humans are like strapped to a roller-coaster looking through a tiny peephole at the racing world.
Pearl: That is what it feels like sometimes.
Klaus: Yes, but I know you can see it all in a flash sometimes.
Pearl: Yeah, then I don’t want to go through the steps.
Klaus: Yeah – I’m sure
Pearl: But I guess we can get some guidance how to navigate those steps.
Klaus: There’s another movie, Pleasantville, about a black and white world – inside a black and white tv where people can’t conceive of color. But when someone comes who knows about it, they are seen as dangerous and subversive and sinful.
Pearl: Oh yes
Klaus: And even if we only see flashes, we know things could be different
Pearl: Yes, “holding the template”
Klaus: Yeah – at least … yeah … having some guidance to navigate and holding that template. Sometimes I feel like I was in the war room once and saw the battle plans, all the maps laid out, and the blueprints for stuff … and I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I can’t unremember it.
Pearl: Sure, but what I realize is I can’t really tell by appearance alone who are good guys and who are bad guys; it’s really a splenic thing.
Klaus: You’ve seen too much, too – so we’re going to feel pretty lost here a lot of time.
Pearl: Yes, and I suspect, even if it might become less lonely at times, we will never fit in.
On the Roof #13
On the Roof # 9
On the Roof # 6
Pearl: There’s nothing quite like getting a big picture view of things. It’s peaceful here, and the air is so fresh. Hanging out with a kraken isn’t something that happens every day either.
I find I need to avert my gaze from the scary clown sideshow in the world more often. I intend to remember what is truly important to me, and it’s a challenge when so many of the former seemingly sane appear to be in cognitive decline.
I’ve hung in there longer than most with being understanding, compassionate and forgiving. It’s something I can take with me when I leave.
Pearl: Oh no, the hordes have found us; I hope they don’t think we have the best selfie location. In the city it’s the earbud zombies with blank eyes….wonder what these guys are like.
Klaus: Betimes I’d have thrown myself in front of those hordes and felt a hero doing it. A few broken bones later, I guess I moved to a rock where I could shout to them, “Look out!” Maybe there was a time for that. Now my voice is barely a hoarse whisper, just enough for the right self-talk to speak another story in the dusk before it is too late.
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