I (personally) do not believe there are such things as the wrong books
Just not the best state of mind for the now... Or the task in hand.
I really want to move on... Or deeper in... or drown, whatever it takes,wherever the current takes me and books some here suggested ultimately become things I use to jam unceremoniously perhaps disrespectfully into a door of my mind's ear that briefly opens and I catch a glimpse of the elusive distance before it snaps shut.. But first I have a delicious dalliance with sounds that cannot possibly even exist as they are born beyond the tympanic membrane and are a product of a slightly cooked brain.
I think I have zero tolerance for inaction, frustratingly I need to hold back, until the action becomes a byproduct, a direction of the considered methodology,mthe thinking it through clearing a path for the way: and the through mess finding a coherence to me, the structure and the shape and the placement and the elements of interaction all make me walk about in circles (literally, actually not figuratively but actually walking about in circles for hours while I reach for a point of reference on a map I can barely see and hardly relates to the terrain)
A mentor sent me this
One can philosophize until the proverbial or metaphorical cows come home; there's another side of destruction, however, of cage's silence meme and thoughts like it… it's really easy to get paralyzed and do nothing. I find it a constant battle to fight my own demons to actually type or do things. Creation is ****ing hard ;(
There is maybe one page in each book that I find useful. Like a CD that has mostly filler and pap but that one nugget is worth the asking price of a book, and it needs to be physically reminding me again and again. I really need space to shake it all off and see what it attached. Sift through the mess and reinvent or recover or peel back.
all expressions of art for me should be honest ones...
It's smelling very existential here, sorry I need to open a window,