…is the moment when you’re working on something, and you’re only moments away from cracking it. It’s just THAT close to emerging, fully realized, from your heard.
But you get stuck. And you’re forced to wait and contemplate and try different things until it either comes to you or you are forced to do laundry or read a book or get high or read tumblr or masturbate or whatever you do to distract yourself.
Maybe it’s presumption to assume it will even come. But I haven’t had the spigot been tightened down on me yet. The songs keep coming, thank god or the devil or whatever decides to keep the juices flowing. It just sucks to wait.
“Why would musical theater be the only culture that resists newness? It doesn’t make sense. Bands become successes on tumblr. Where’s the tumblr of musical theater? [The problem is] older people are willing to pay for it, and they’re the same audience that’s not going to want something new. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. I’d rather go see our future than most musicals. The theater is simply not democratized in any way, and other art forms are.”—
The folks over at Comicbook interviewed Greg Rucka where he discusses the treatment of women by Hollywood and DC Comics. Rucka’s discussion of Hollywood comes in reference to the development of his Queen and Country for the big screen. That discussion, as you’ll see,…
Jesus, Greg Rucka is smart. Go read something a smart guy said for a chance.
“Grown-ups desperately need to feel safe, and then they project onto the kids,” he said. “But what none of us seem to realize is how smart kids are. They don’t like what we write for them, what we dish up for them, because it’s vapid, so they’ll go for the hard words, they’ll go for the hard concepts, they’ll go for the stuff where they can learn something, not didactic things, but passionate things.”—
Maurice Sendak (June 10, 1928-May 8, 2012)
There is a sprawling pantheon of picture books, the writers and illustrators who defined my early childhood, whose work I still collect and love: Jane Yolen, Karla Kuskin, David Small, Nancy Willard, the Provensens, Eric Carle, Chris Van Allsburg and dozens more.
And then, above and beyond, there’s Maurice Sendak.
Sendak’s works were thrilling and terrifying, compelling and defining, because, in his words, he refused to “cater to the bullshit of innocence.” He was one of very few children’s book creators who really got the terrifying unpredictability and momentum of the world as children experience it, in all its grandeur and complexity and inhumanity and terrible, fleeting wonder.