Marx knew it, the Transcendentalists knew it, and so did Ruskin and Morris. Work is BAD for the creative human mind. Mind you, I have nothing against work as such; I even really like mine. And I can´t imagine doing altogether without it, either. But I can´t help noticing the paralysing effect it has on my writing and, while I am at it, thinking as such.
Scary? Quite. I used to think it was only dull manual or office jobs that, after some time, turned people into dumb beasts, whose mind was unwilling to undertake the least effort to react adequately to an unexpected situation, and deprived them of their capacity of rational analysis. But this is something else. It isn´t about mental fatigue, but sheer lack of time; a busy schedule, social life, talk, and chiefly– because it takes more than a half of your waking hours, whether you like it or not – work!
The capacity to reflect on things and analyze events is severely impaired by the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I have always found the Transcendentalists somewhat on the ridiculous side, but they had a point. No need to go live in the woods, of course; that, as a matter of fact, might even prove counter-productive, seeing the disproportionate amount of time one would spend trying to survive... All I want to say is that there is nothing like the far niente to make you see life more clearly. See?
And the lack of sleep doesn´t help, either. When I don´t sleep well, I go through the day like a zombie, perceiving my surroundings through a fog of sleepiness; unfortunately my age-long inability to go to sleep before 2 a.m. unless I am totally exhausted fits ill with the ways of the Society, which I depend on for my living...
Au fond, is social tango dancing an anti-social activity?
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Actually, tango is the only social life I have. but it's definitely an anti-sleep activity. i get too wired to sleep right away when i come home from a milonga, either because i was too happy or too depressed, depending on how the night went.
yes -- i wholeheartedly empathize with you. the vast divide between surviving, and really living...
comme disait rousseau: "man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains." how the heck did human civilization get us to the point where our society is set up so that we must spend our best hours and all of our energy into surviving (work), and suffer the consequences of wanting to live (dancing)?
but doesn't it make the dancing sweeter, that one has been longing it for it, and that our need to fulfill our deepest desires comes with a price? and like all beauty, true soulful experiences are ephemeral...
:)thanks for the sympathy, ladies..I was beginning to think I was the only person struggling to reconcile their tango dancing with their everyday life - all these people in the milongas at two in the morning, I wonder HOW they do it? I mean, they can't all be students or, you know, rentiers? As for the dancing being sweeter for all the longing - at the risk of sounding terribly unpoetic, dear Nuit, I am afraid I get so much more dancing than sleep lately that my longing tends to be for the latter:)
Some tandas are worth it though, that goes without saying. Interestingly (annoyingly, I mean) these tend to come towards the end of the night. And so there goes my sleep...
Desatrous indeed ;-)
Almost a month without a post, are you dancing so much that you forget about blogging ?
At least that's what I wish for you...
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