The Castaway Syndrome

At some moments in your life, you really have the feeling that you’re “helped”. By whom, well, you will never know, silly!

If you want to spend time to figure it out, you’ll find books about that : God, your Angel, Quantum Mechanics or The Universe (please add Capitals everywhere, this is important).

For me, it’s useless to try to guess, because you will never know. Use all of it, though! Coincidences and signs, good intuitions, instinct, speed, meeting the right persons at the perfect time, this is all magic and a source of joy and amazement. Dance with them, c’est la vie !

But.

Irony of life is very powerful too. You meet the right person, but at the wrong moment. You encounter failure and betrayal, craziness, slowing downs or closed doors. Everything seems to brake. You make bad choices, you’re wrong. You probably expected too much, or in the wrong way, and life begins to slap your face and hit your skull, ouchy! Coincidences are stupidly useless, signs become dirty fuchsia feathers in a gutter.

Okeyyy so what? Your exhibition is a mess, your published book has no success at all, your future wife chose another guy, your startup starts to go down, c’est la merde, oui ?

“Time to move forward” and “Keep smiling” and “You build your own Happiness” don’t work for the moment. Try, and you’ll feel (and look) ridiculous. Insisting is wrong. Curiously, everybody “needs space” around you. And in space, nobody can hear you scream!

It’s time to wait, to park, to rest, to think. Shipwrecked, sailor! Castaway!

Find a corner. Narrow your goals. Regroup. Think without overthink. Put some puzzle pieces. Find your peace. Or scream, OK, but inside your belly. Real screams annoys everyone…

OK, in your car, on the highway : SCREAM!

Then, also, do something unusual.

Thanks for reading!

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“In Love with a Project” – The Marbles Syndrome

“I try on stories like clothes” Max Frisch.

 

In the Abécédaire, Gilles Deleuze explains that one never desire something of someone, but rather desire an aggregate : in desiring an object, a dress for example, the desire is not for the object, but for the whole context… So there is no desire, says Deleuze, that does not flow into an assemblage, “aggregate of skirt, of the sunray, of a street, of a woman, of a vista, of a color, constructing a region.”

I like to keep this idea in mind when love in involved. Someone loves you, but in fact this person loves the project around your story. It’s a bit strange to realise that someone does not love you “as you are”, but loves all the changes and the life you could bring to him or her… Or the money and security and the house coming with the horse, too ! Pure love has its ways…

Think about it when she/he doesn’t love you anymore. The boredom maybe came because the aggregate around you isn’t very funny or doable anymore, that’s all…

I one day read an interview of Claude Chabrol, a well known director of the French Nouvelle Vague, saying that to keep his wife in a good mood he had to “invent projects”. As he had no time, had his own projects (to work on his movies), he said that he had to move to another house every seven years. Voilà !

Idioms :

  • To pick up your marbles and go : Reprendre ses billes.
  • Battre de l’aile (literaly : shaking a wing) = To be on the skids (or on your “last leg”, which one is better, dear ?).

Tool :

If you feel that your lover is picking up his or her marbles, your couple is on the skids. Act quickly and invent a project. It can work. A big travel, a new home, whatever. Aggregate !

(If it pleases you, forget the project and try to be a little mean-and-evil : it could help this person to hate you and go away for good. After all, you maybe want your marbles back too, hé hé !)

Thank you Gilles Deleuze !

 

“I try on stories like clothes”

Max Frisch

#fall #autumn #autumnleaves
#fall #autumn #autumnleaves

 

 

Wrong Way Up and… the game of “finding structures”

OK I’m french. My english is a frenglish, it’s rusty and wobbly, et voilà. Try me, though. I’ll do my best. I promise. If sometimes it’s too bad, just laugh at me or roll you eyes.

“Wrong Way Up” is the title of a Brian Eno & John Cale album. It’s not even the title of a song – and that’s sad because I would have liked to explore its cryptic lyrics to find a good quote ! Eno is a great artist, but his lyrics are délicieusement funny.

Most of us are tinkers
Some of us, tailors
And we’ve got candlesticks
And lots of cocktail sticks

This idea, “Wrong Way Up” – comment dire ça en France ? : se gourrer en montant ? – is a great little simple seed. Let’s pull every string attachée à cette idée :

You made a decision and you act, you move. You are sure it’s a “up” decision, a move for a good change. You aim Victoire et Progrès ! It’s not a retreat, no no no. Up.

You, or somedy else who pokes you, knock knock, realise that there’s a problème. Wrong Way Up. No good. What do you do ?

– You can go on climbing, because you want to explode the glass roof. Or because you’re a nihilist and you like the idea of headlong rush. OK. Go.
– You can try to fix the Wrong Way Up failure by une déviation du mouvement. Bypass the problems. Is it effective ? Isn’t it too late ?? What are the other ways up ? Did you prepare this ? Plan B trajectories ?
– You can just stop and stay immobile between your previous place and your goal. Into the air, in between. Then you’ll have to change something…
– Well, you can go back down but isn’t it a failure too ? Wrong (or Good) Way Down, retreaaaat !
– What about what we could call Incomplete Change ?

 

OK. Now enough paths and decisions. Stop.

Tools :

How to draw a map ? How come a map isn’t appropriate ? Who drew it ? Can you fix the map for later, or for other Ways Up ? What can you do with the differences between the map and the real territory ?

Dial :

What happens when you suddenly realise that what you’re doing since days is totally vain et absurde ? What if you’re kitesurfing or hunting or pray, and suddenly the dumbness of all this activité jumps at your face like a spider ? What happens when you sing on a stage and suddenly realise that you’d prefer write a novel in a cabane au Canada ?

More :

How stupid is it to call a simple failure a “Wrong Way Up” ? Isn’t it just a change of name ? How useful can it be to talk about a concept without its “name” ? Just to find the structure of it ?

Tool again :

Precisely it is. The point is here. Take a little event and find its structure, its skeleton. It will be, then, maybe, usefull to use this little tool to another part of your progress.

That is : If you think “failure”, your spirit is already full of ready-made-ideas. Means you’re “wrong”, you “have to stop”, etc. If you see that failure like a “Wrong Way Up”, you’ll find other ways to get out of this merde. Think weird ! Try other spectacles !

Again : What can you do with the differences between the map and the real territory ?

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