LadyEllen
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Joined: 6/30/2006 From: Stourport-England Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: mgdartist Sigh... And you honestly expect me to buy all that? Luckily I've been made aware of your natural duality, and excess intellect, thus affirming your actual ambivalence to such pontifications, albeit easily spilling from your keyboard. So I'm gonna let this one slide by, and suggest the need perhaps you join the avant-garde, instead of denigrating us, seeing how you're so obviously qualified. Your drivel about "the natural order of things" notwithstanding. <grin> I'm genuinely surprised that you dont recognise the caustic wit in the above, but then it is words rather than a pretty picture I guess..... I really also dont understand where you get the idea that I wish to or do denigrate artists, of all descriptions. But then there is my excess intellect to take into account. Without boasting, when I was in my teens I could write - and I mean really write; I had possessed imagination, inspiration and the ability to produce some seriously good stuff - proper literature mind, not the crap on sale in airports and to be found in the top ten bestseller list of stuff you read before under a different title with sex on every other page to make it appealing to the sedated masses. However, such an ability coming up against a father who, being long since sedated if ever he was aware of the world, is not a happy combination. My father was simply unable to accept that my entire purpose and role in life was not to join the braindead masses, and that maybe, just maybe I knew what I might want to do in life. As the eldest of a family of 6 children by then, there was neither money for me to go to university, though I had a place, nor money for me to be able to indulge my ability. My value to the world, it was made clear, was purely in terms of my ability to raise revenue. Indeed, this also was the view of government. Thus I was forced to join the natural order, by which it was assumed I could be crushed into the right sort of peg to fit into the holes available. And it might have worked, except that I would not allow it to work. Many pitched battles with bosses who could not handle someone able to think for themselves and not possible to fit into neat categories followed. I hated every minute of it, and yet survived it almost unscathed. The only means it seemed, of keeping the natural order happy whilst also being able to survive much longer the brain death being daily pressed against me, was to make my own business. I am now running a multi-national, but via those who are happy to live the sedated life which the natural order requires. After all, one must work simply in order to live, and if some are happy to live in order to work, then far be it for me to hinder them. In the meantime I can now try to recover that which has so long been repressed, I hope. Perhaps this explains why I commented in the way I did. Perhaps it does not - there is my excess intellect to consider, after all. Avant garde is such a relative term too, dont you think? I feel that the forlorn hope, being far ahead of the avant garde, is where I am at home, but then there is my arrogance to take into account. E
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