Unquestionably Uninspired

I felt compelled to write another post on my blog, so...here I am. I guess I felt like a bad parent or something. I birthed this child and have not given it much attention and nourishment. Bad me. You can give me a virtual spanking by clicking <HERE> My virtually rendered buttocks will appear on your computer screen and a similarly rendered fleshy hand will give those buns a good toastin. Well, not really, but you tried it didn't you, DIDN'T YOU???

The problem is, I'm just not too sure what to write. As the title suggests I am "Uninspired". This dilemma begs the question: Does one write for writing's sake? Some writers would answer in the affirmative--many encourage writing everyday. You can always cut out the chaffe later. Whatever. If that works for some, fine. Actually that's kind of how I work, although it helps to have some direction. Like the proverbial frustrated actor I have to ask, "What IS my motivation here people?"

On the other hand, does one wait for inspiration? Can one light the fire under the ass of inspiration or is it more like a slowly simmering pot of stew? Or maybe, as I'm prone to say, it's a little of both.

Now I'm no Astrologist (does that even NEED to be capitalized?), but that "both" business mentioned above must be the Libra in me talking. You know--the scales, balance, and all that? I'm all about the balance. I'm not that coordinated or whatever, but, you know, I just think that there should be balance in all areas of life. Ya dig? Call me a Buddhist, I don't care. In fact, I'd consider it a compliment, although I'm not shaving my head, donning a robe, relinquishing my material possessions, and moving into a monastery in the mountains...at least not yet. Maybe if I could take my Playstation Portable...

So anyway, getting back to the (sorta) topic at hand--what is inspiring? Is there a such thing as manufactured inspiration? Can it be mechanistic, predictable, induced? Generally speaking I believe that most great art is born from emotional pain. It's like the art becomes a conduit into a person's soul. Their inner world becomes expressed in the clearest way that they know how, using the tools at their disposal. This is true whether it's writing, painting, filming, acting, dancing, sculpting...hell, even scrapbooking (I KID).

The discussion above begs another question: What the hell IS art? Is something considered art simply because somebody labels it "art"? I've seen some paintings that look like some first grader got inspired because he wet his bed today. And what about those radical artists who shove some paint up their asses and crap on a canvas and sell it for five thousand dollars? Or consider this--is life itself art? The human body really is an amazing thing, you know. Unless you're Star Jones, that is. So anway I have to ask--is this blog art? Hey--stop booing! That's just rude.

So I'm generating all of these questions about inspiration and art, but do I have an answer? Not really, but I'm of the mind that there's no such thing as a stupid question. There are stupid people, yes, but not stupid questions. I mean, where would knowledge be without someone having the courage to ask "Who", "What", "When", "Where", "Why", "How", and "To What Extent"? Where would this blog be without the question I just asked? Or the one I JUST asked after that one? Or THAT one after the second one? Or THAT one? You get the picture...or DO you? Do I? Honestly I don't know...I'll get back to you on that one....maybe (don't you just love the suspense I create? I'm a regular Murder He Wrote scribe).

So--where was I? Ah yes, going nowhere fast. Have I lost you, my dear wayward reader? For that I am sorry. Well what am I anyway, a FUCKIN CLOWN? DO I AMUSE YOU?!?!? GO AHEAD PUNK--MAKE MY DAY. DYNOMITE!!

Now see here--did you you see how I just inserted a little scary sarcasm from Good Fellas? I then rounded it out with some snidely threatening Dirty Harry. For the finale, a little comic relief from JJ of Good Times. That, my friends, is artistic inspiration incarnate--taking three seemingly disparate entities and tying them together like hostages--hostages on the battlefield of Lost Inspiration and Randomness.

Well, let me get off this sinking ship. I'm surely not the captain, so I don't aim to go down with her. Sayonara Suckers--I got the only lifeboat! Land Ho!