Take, Eat This My Body; The Profundities of Deprivation

 

… even with eating roots for dinner, - Yes, I would have been happy” Princess Kaguya

 
 
…and that why I told Eric, that I don’t think I would be employing a maid even if I can, many of  my articles have met me with my hands covered in foam,There is knowledge and remembrance to be found e in the performing of one’s household chores, articles like this one came to me with a mop at hand, as I mull the proceeding contents that filter in,  I hurriedly have to note down scribbles on damp papers. There is something about the wringing of the body of the artist in deprivation that makes the extracted elixir more potent,The articles I have had to write in then to having are mostly profound, I and I seek the profound for it’s contrast have no stop gaps in the memory, they are familiar and the bland.
Like Kitano who make his it’s duty to always wash the toilets on set, there is a n power and profundities in indulgence, knowledge that seeps in to you when the head is bowed and when the mind is centred on the menial And as artist we must chase that In not having, we must decide to be ascetic, if we are ever to keep the pliancy of our spirituality and vessel Like Takahata on a bicycle at 80 it not only keeps you focused, but also very disciplined. Satre talks of the psyche in Black Orpheus as a well to be dug a wringing of the body to extract the knowledge and precipices that will be the only useful to oneself, the artist mostly extracts from nothing and to still give something to the world
Life is the sum of experience and as an artist when the comfort cocoons you, it lazies and water down your work, it attains a similarity that give warnings: that maybe I have become too comfortable and need to mop up on more experiences. Communism tendencies and Volkish aesthetics will always litter their politics, For them it a life in learn without the popping of anything. As a consequence of the depth from which it drawn, the work of art becomes the artist’s body, his child so to speak, and the preciousness of it exudes his sentiments and even when they are too sentimental we come to empathize and see it for the unique child that it is, not the first nor will it be the last.
As artist there is a lot to be gotten from not having and more for deliberately not having, like Takahata choosing to ride a bicycle in his 80s, the Artist must squeeze out, artistry is the digging of the well, and the well dug is the body wrung to give from. The work of art becomes a Eucharist; a part of your body, for where else could I have gotten from when I don’t have. Kirin Kiki said she had given all she have even her own name. Asceticism is sacrosanct not just for it’s economic sustainability for the artists whose lives are struggle, but also for the spiritually the reject and denial gives, cleansing his vessel to so speak, making him more pliable for the world of thoughts
There are lessons to be learned by depriving ourselves of what we want, it expands our thoughts band and better refine our earlier plans.
Wealth is necessary for leisure a prerequisite for philosophy and soul search how do one find leisure through the rat race and stringent financial cage of modern day capitalism if not through he gully and abnegation of the self.  And the consumption is mostly unsustainable, instead of a heavenly chase and going up, we can clean here and it will come down to us, for as it up there so it is here.
With that discipline, comes the Autourigos philosophy,a man whose labour is for himself that gives the ultimate form of wealth which is to posses one’s self.
Patiently in life you find out that You will get to  keep the things that matter in time, I have found all of life to be a rice field, two cats, a bicycle, good music on a phone, movies in a tablet, In a village where you hullo at morning rides and hiya at evening walks. rather than the myriad conditioned desires that waste us away. If God represent himself as absence not having is a reach into him, and the depth of his emptiness and bring back that empty clenched fist, into our chest and we smile, knowing we found something We did, and this is proof.
 
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