The word “fuck” is emotive. Associations people hold with the word often mean it causes an affront to their morality and ethical ideas around the proper use of language. I heard it said that writers who use fuck in their work have little inherent ability.
The Power Of Deliberate Practice And Myth Of Innate Talent In today’s episode of Sunday Letters, I’m discussing the power of deliberate practice and introduce you to the work of Anders Ericsson. Ericsson is a psychologist at Florida State University, studying the psychological nature of expertise and human performance. In his 1992 paper titled; “The Role […]
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I was sitting late one night recently when spontaneous laughter came on me from a source that I can only say was not me. At least it was not me that I typically refer to as me.
I wrote The Hello Tree in about 10 minutes this Saturday afternoon. It’s about a man who is lamenting a life lesser lived and askes the tree that grows quietly outside his kitchen window for advice and comfort in his final hours. My friend the tree outside my window provided inspiration for this poem.
There is no me, and there is no you, that is fixed and permanent at least. Whatever we are changes depending on the people we are with, the places we visit and the experiences we have in the elaborate game going on around us. But many of us don’t see that. Although I might take my existence as fixed – I am Larry Maguire, artist and writer from Dublin Ireland, for example – I also constantly change both physically and psychically even as I sit here doing nothing.
This week on Sunday Letters I’d like to offer you a couple reasons why you should get on The Daily Larb Podcast. Last September I launched the podcast as a weekly show and intended to follow an interview style with an occasional monologue from yours truly. Enthusiasm waned a little as a result of a dodgy audio setup and some friction in me with regard to my process. So it eventually came to a halt.
I had a distinct lack of ambition when I was a teenager. Apart from playing football, I had no stand-out desire that I can remember. There was no “I want to be this” occupying my mind. I was just doing whatever came to me and wasn’t getting too hung up on results. Like all kids, I had talent in particular areas, but nothing felt missing so much that I was driven to pursue it. I didn’t feel an emotional vacuum that needed to be filled (however, that would change).
Today in the Sunday Letters article I’m taking a look at the Effects Of Stress On Creativity. For many of us, the receipt of applause is everything. It determines if we are going in the right direction. In its absence, we can feel that what we are doing is not worthwhile. This is a flawed idea.
Today the subject of money was on my mind, and I found me asking myself this question; are you doing it for the money? I was in the kitchen making a coffee, and the question popped into my head. My answer was instant, almost like both the question and answer came at the same time. And to be honest, I was a little surprised. My answer was, no.