Watched Free Solo, the documentary about Alex Honnold’s rope-less climb up El Capitan’s extreme face. He lived in a van. With my boys and we freaked sweaty palms. Won’t free solo sheer granite in this lifetime. Excellent thing about human sharing - see what we might have done. Know possible, admire skill, perseverance and bravery. Same for mind and word production: climbing the total precipice without ropes – the page, society, publishing industry, art in the twenty-first century. Doing this thing without safety equipment. “My first risk,” Foucault said when introducing The Order of Things. My second risk, he wrote about his claims and aims – he acknowledged the precarious nature of his efforts. To take idea risks, creative production, soul expression; to let go and do the thing without knowing where it’s going. No end goal, no negative-no positive, calm the journey outcome surprise. Your energy into the world. Can you make the ascent? We dare not deny the ineffable, the Zero and the All. Provide evidence of labor. Here free solo mind. Release, we realize when making our thing, release, our canvas performed.
I am an associationist. I am an impressionist. I am a creative syndromist.
They told me to be something else.
