There is a danger in believing that all of anxiety is somehow wrong or a problem which needs to be fixed. If Lana Del Rey doesn’t feel comfortable up there in front of everyone, if part of her yearns for the quiet life – she’s not alone, and I don’t think she needs to “fix” anything. What’s important is the creative world she wants to create. Having a vision, having that creative urge to realize something that is bubbling up from within, that’s what matters. Trying to unearth that, to get that out as intact as possible, to honor it, this is what creative types are meant to do. All of this farrago and scrutiny is not what it ought to be about; popularity is not the fruit of the artist’s labor – how the artist feels about the work and whether or not the vision has been achieved is the measure of fructification.
My friend Tim Brearton on my friend Lana Del Rey.
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“Manipulation of a Star” by my friend Tim Brearton. The perfect thing around this time of year. It kind of looks like Superman’s spaceship rising out of Krypton.
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The completely rad trailer to my friend Tim Brearton’s novel, Rehabilitation.
Now I wished the empty bottle of water between my legs was no longer a refilled bottle of water, but a bottle of gin. And yet, as I had this thought, something seemed to counteract it, to shove it aside so that I could no longer identify with it, so that it felt like someone else’s thought I’d tried to steal.
From Tim’s Rehabilitation novel. What really sells me on this passage is how natural it seems that some Other, non-personality trait Other, pushes aside the thought of regressing on an addiction. It really feels like that would be true for a rehabbing addict (not that I would know…my poison is beer, specifically of the Magic Hat variety). That’s what the whole novel is really about, right in this passage, that rehabilitating one’s mind can be done the natural way by either doing it yourself or having some scientists genetically alter your body.
