About Me
- Lyubov Yelinson
- I am: The Djembe Warrior Drummer Princess, The Belly Shaking Goddess, The Seeker, The Mystic, and The Writer in Quiescence.
Pledge:
I vow to write in this blog at least ONCE a week about my journey as a writer. I promise that I shall conquer my fear of the Written Word and Blank Page/Screen. I will overcome the Writer's Block and will publish numerous times. I will grow as a writer and as a human being undeterred by the daily hardship and nuisance. (Yeah right....)
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Monday, January 17, 2011
A Fairytale
There was God of Creativity, who lived up in the sky of wonder, above the clouds of doubt and confusion.
He was a kind God and wanted everyone to be happy and do whatever made them happy. To achieve that he gave all the people natural abilities and talents to enjoy. When people utilized their talents, they felt exquisite pleasure and could even catch a glimpse of God of Creativity himself, who was remarkably glorious.
However, some people failed to use their natural abilities because life around them was tough. They toiled day and night to earn their daily bread and were never happy, so they became envious of those who did as God told them.
As the life on Earth became harder, more and more people fell away from God of Creativity and stopped using their natural talents. More and more people grew dissatisfied and angry. Jealous of the others, they made fun of them.
"Look at you, painting your stupid pictures! What are you going to eat tomorrow, your oil paint?" they taunted the starving but happy artists.
Art has become a useless trifle and didn't pay a penny. Being an artist became a joke. Artists could only be poor. Nobody cared about God of Creativity anymore. People became more desperate and depressed. The world was turning gray. The few artists who still worshiped God were considered madmen.
God of Creativity finally got fed up.
He said, "Stupid people, I gave you life and I gave you happiness. You threw it away and now suffer!"
He got tired and decided to leave the Earth, taking the few worshipers left with him. Where they are now, nobody knows, but the world is surely full of suffering.
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creative writing,
creativity,
fairytale,
God of Creativity
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Wow!!! It explains a lot. Reminiscent of the folktales of the Native Americans. You capture the style and voice of such tales very well, right down to the length of your sentences. Nice job, Lyu.
ReplyDeleteIt came to me while I was journaling a year ago. It basically told me to write it down! I didn't edit much now. I love how inspiration happens like that!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kirsten!
The art didn't dissapear, it transformed into a different kind of things that pleasure people of a new generation now - digital technology: IMSing, YouTubing, Tweeting, hacking are some of the examples. Though much dumber, these people still worship the same God in only way they can. What do you think of that?
ReplyDeletebrilliant. you making me wanted to write too, BUT, God of creativity forgot to give me my share,so m lacking a little bit, hmmm, ok, fine, A LOT.
ReplyDeleteMy dear Sista, your thoughts are interesting, but those examples of digital technology are what KILLED art. LoooL
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, who are you? Judging by your English, you could be my former (or current) student. :)