What are you inspired by? What makes your creative juices flow; triggers your thinking, acting? Inspired by this [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.].
For me it's always been some sort of resistance. A challenge. It is why I seek out conflict or, at times, impose conflict even where there is none. It is also why I seek out specimens that contradict my aesthetic tastes, or confront my sense of decency with their hypocrisy and idiocy. All in all I'm a paid back kind of guy. Can\t be bothered with much, and I easily forgive faults in others, because I do not deny them in myself. But what irks me is duplicity - the form that pretends to be what it is not, and is, in fact, the opposite of what it claims. Self-deceit really gets my blood boiling because it usually comes in a pretentious self-aggrandizing, pseudo-intellectual pseudo-intellectual guise, seeking validation from those it lies to; because ti intuitively knows it is lying but has buried this in its subconscious to make the performance effective. It always gets my passions inflamed....and it inspires me to act and to think.
The positive inspires me, but not to express myself....but only to sit back and enjoy. I prefer solitude, the intimate, for the enjoyment of the positive. I do not others to share in my awe, or in my joy; I do not need to share beauty, I surrender to it, and it shares me. I saw a beautiful scene this morning as the sun-rays peeked through the clouds.....beams of light through the twilight - it had a biblical aura to it....and I just watched, without needing to share it.
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Jarno
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I also can't stand hypocrisy and lying. I am very aware of my own shortcomings and things I can't change about myself, I understand others very well. I enjoy helping/bettering others (not just anyone of course), but at the same time I hate myself for it. I can't feel joy for long times even though I'm the most positive guy in person. I don't like to use term "healing/healer" because it sounds pretentious, but I feel I can make a difference with my presence and what I can tell others/perspectives. I get inspired by inspiring others, I'm good at persuasion, but at the same time I do believe there are things that are not meant to be known by everyone.
Satyr Daemon
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This was inspiring, because it revealed something profound about you.
I have never been an obsessive/addictive personality....so no single mentor, author, poet, artist, have ever held my mind for long. I am inspired by pieces of them - segments.....and then others not. So I could never pick one artist, for example, to hold as an icon/idol that inspired me. Some artists produced some pieces that inspire me....and others that do not. Usually addictive/obsessive personalities are also prone to idolize and to become addicted to external objects of desire, or to external sources of coping - these same psychologies are also prone to seeking this from others. Those who idolize another want to become idols for others; those who are inspired by another, to a great degree, also want to become this for others. Those who are dominated want to then dominate.
For me nature has been a consistent source of inspiration. Nature and those who connect me to it; reveal it as it is. Sometimes from an unexpected source one can receive insight, intentionally.
Just as pretentiousness and hypocrisy, the claim of genius by a simpleton angers me, so too humility that does not know its own genius, makes my heart skip, like finding a gem buried in the mud; a beautiful woman who does not know how beautiful she truly is, and this coming out of her very being as purity, unpretentious and clean. Both inspire me for different reasons.
I inspire myself, I bounce off things, both percieved desirably and undesirably in my own behaviour, and everything serves as a reminder mostly and contrasting lenze to whats inside me.
Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37248 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
This was inspiring, because it revealed something profound about you.
I have never been an obsessive/addictive personality.... Both inspire me for different reasons. so no single mentor, author, poet, artist, have ever held my mind for long. I am inspired by pieces of them - segments.....and then others not. So I could never pick one artist, for example, to hold as an icon/idol that inspired me. Some artists produced some pieces that inspire me....and others that do not.
That's the thing also about forum posting, I hate seeing what I myself have previously written, because I might already gotten new insights next week. I was diagnosed slight OCD at young age, I have to go in lenghts to prove myself that I believe something that I do. ( Late realizations in a way since I've always been in solitude so I only get to know things about myself in relation to others. But I do believe this makes me immune to addictions, because my mind can't just rest or release dopamine like normal people do.). Also a slight dyslexia so when I'm reading a book I might have to read a sentence many times before I can continue. (I can read it fast, but takes a while to understand what I read)
Satyr wrote:
Those who idolize another want to become idols for others; those who are inspired by another, to a great degree, also want to become this for others. Those who are dominated want to then dominate.
I agree it takes a certain kind of personality be this way, but even King's have advisors (not the best analogy), it doesn't mean you have to be completely disconnected, that's why you have to interpret the things you know to a person who can use this information to their advantage, if you believe their cause is for the greater good.
Satyr wrote:
For me nature has been a consistent source of inspiration. Nature and those who connect me to it; reveal it as it is. Sometimes from an unexpected source one can receive insight, intentionally.
Just as pretentiousness and hypocrisy, the claim of genius by a simpleton angers me, so too humility that does not know its own genius, makes my heart skip, like finding a gem buried in the mud; a beautiful woman who does not know how beautiful she truly is, and this coming out of her very being as purity, unpretentious and clean. Both inspire me for different reasons.
I also like people who are unassuming and people who have integrity, who do not stoop to peer pressure. It also sucks that we have to battle how words are used so it makes even more difficult for people to recognize charlatans
My forms and sources of inspiration are complex and even a bit confounding for me sometimes. They can be unexpected or intentionally brought on. It could be anything really. An overcast, the sounds of birds chirping or trees swaying in the wind, a profoundly philosophical passage in a book, the power of a great Celtic music piece, particular behaviorisms of people. My creative and thinking processes are much more inspired by nature. I seek silence and solitude around nature as much as I possibly can, even if it’s a simple sitting area at a park near a pond. Philosophical writing also deeply inspires me, but not the banal academic forms of it, but the more ancient concise aphoristic form, the real and genuine form of it. I can be inspired and learn a wealth of knowledge from one single maxim from Goethe, Heraclitus, or Nietzsche, then I ever could from some 800 page pedagogical treatise. Classical architecture also inspires me.
People disgust me most of time. I rarely ever find anyone who would arouse inspiration in me. It’s happened only a handful of times in my whole life and I don’t expect it to happen at any different frequency for the rest of my life either. I don’t find a lot of beauty in people, even if they are well-meaning or harmless. Not out of hate, but simply because I am and have always been extremely sensitive to the pretentious nature which clings to all humanity. I live by virtue. If someone extends courtesy or kindness to me, I will return it two fold. My heart is full of passion and compassion, but it can turn to hot rage too, especially when I come in contact with the everyday degeneracy of moderns. I wish mainly to be left alone, but I will never hesitate to offer kindness. I do not love people, but I love doing what is right.
Beauty to me is a word very much reserved for something rare and it cannot be easily attributed to anyone. One way I live, is that I do not ever TRY to be inspired. Inspiration must come to you, and then you must know what to do with it. When it comes to me, I feel consumed by it and must release it into my expressions.
Satyr Daemon
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Inspiration occurs unintentionally when it is in the presence of honesty, even in the throws of duplicity. When it attempts to be intentional it inspires in ways it had not intended, often contrary to the intent.
From the most unexpected sources it comes, at unexpected moments. Spontaneously it emerges when a trigger, a piece to a cognitive puzzle suddenly reveals itself. Often fertilized by beauty, or any form of symmetry and exceptional proportionality; from the expansive spaces of the possible it emerges like a familiar reflection.
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Satyr Daemon
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Sometimes, something or someone inspires us and we do not know why....nor care to know, afraid it may ruin it. We find some explanation, usually self-flattering or supportive of the desire to be inspired, when the real reason remains secret, promoting the invigorating intoxication.
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Jarno
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People disgust me most of time. I rarely ever find anyone who would arouse inspiration in me. It’s happened only a handful of times in my whole life and I don’t expect it to happen at any different frequency for the rest of my life either. I don’t find a lot of beauty in people, even if they are well-meaning or harmless. Not out of hate, but simply because I am and have always been extremely sensitive to the pretentious nature which clings to all humanity. .
This also provoked some thoughts, for me it's very rare to be inspired by a person, I am not small-minded, so I believe in greatness, something that is beyond any person so that's why in music I like something that aspires to sound something beyond the artist (most musicians themselves are disappointing), so I'm not much interested in lyrics that are about relationships or something ordinary everyday thing. I feel pity towards most people, if something makes me hateful of it, it quickly turns to pity because I can see through people well, I can see the weak spots/vulnerabilities and it feels unfair if I was to exploit it. But I guess I also give people too many excuses. I don't need to make social gains because people I admire are always the ones that just come to me naturally, and I want (or I am capable of giving) to give meaningful compliments and insights to people, because for myself it's hard to find meaning or what I could do with this information (not referring to my posts, but things I tell in person, that I can't put into a format), other than try influence select few. Also that's one of the reasons I listen to underground metal music, because these people make music that's not ever going to make them famous or rich, but they do it because they love it. It's not supposed to appeal to large audience, but even then I've never felt myself belonging to a group who listen to similar music.
I feel pity towards most people, if something makes me hateful of it, it quickly turns to pity because I can see through people well, I can see the weak spots/vulnerabilities and it feels unfair if I was to exploit it.
I sympathize with this. Yes, pity is also the other reaction, which is an offshoot of disgust as well. Desperation is something that most people are contaminated by. The frailty and weaknesses; It secretes from every pore, and it’s made worse when they think they are not frail or weak or desperate. Living in a world of degeneracy doesn’t help of course, and can instill one with this kind of despondency, which, I admit, I have probably been afflicted by and has exacerbated my inherent spiritual sensitivities.
Face to face interaction with people is what I mainly detest. An in-person conversation with someone can be agonizing for me, because I will have the indelible imprints of their expressions, and silly remarks in my mind to have to contemplate long afterwards, like the ringing of the ears from exposure to loud music. I’d rather spare myself is all.
The only way the human form would inspire me is either by aesthetic symmetry and mythology like art, or by the display of raw physical prowess which holds nothing back. What I simply detest is any grandiosity, or over-the-top excesses of others trying to be what they are not, even if they are good at it. People are animals. I’d rather observe them in their natural state, then have them be something they are not. Only then do I become inspired. Nature must be unbridled, uncompromised, for there to be any chance for semblances of beauty to reveal itself.
I’d rather watch a man silently chopping wood, than listen to him talking about it. I’d rather watch a woman dance and sing a beautiful Aria, than listen to her babble in chit chat.
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There you were beautiful The promise of love was written on your face You led me on with untrue kisses You held me captured in your false embrace
Quicker than I could bat an eye Seems you were telling me goodbye Just a minute ago your love was here All of a sudden it seemed to disappear Sweetness was only heartache's camouflage The love I saw in you was just a mirage
We used to meet in romantic places You gave the illusion that your love was real Now all that's left are lipstick traces From the kisses you only pretended to feel
And now our meetings you avoid And so my world you have destroyed Just a minute ago your love was here All of a sudden it seemed to disappear The way you wrecked my life was like sabotage The love I saw in you was just a mirage You only filled me with despair By showing love that wasn't there Just like the desert shows a thirsty man A green oasis where there's only sand You lured me into something I should have dodged The love I saw in you was just a mirage Just like the desert shows a thirsty man A green oasis where there's only sand You lured me into, into something I should have dodged The love I saw in you was just a mirage
Songwriters: MARVIN TARPLIN, SMOKEY ROBINSON, WILLIAM ROBINSON JR.
Bob Dylan said he was the greatest living US poet.
