i do a lot of work (and dancing around really talking about stuff) through utilization of metaphors. i have a few that i . . . kind of ‘own’ in the sense that . . . i feel like they help me better understand myself and . . . basically everyone else, too.
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the cage: cage imagery often flirts with my subconscious. the cage can be anything that limits potential or perceived freedom. some of my cages include:
-fear of failure: i often don’t take risks i would encourage others to take. i balk at approaching publishers in regards to my writing, and i have a hard time applying for jobs that i want because i do not want to face potential rejection.
-bad knees: when my knees and i don’t get along, i can feel caged. sometimes i just wanna go out and (try to) yam on every sorry sumbitch on the court, but i just can’t do it. i am immensely frustrated when i can’t move like i want, when i feel caged by my own body.
the cage metaphor works quite nicely with bird imagery, which leads to
bird imagery/flight: get out of that cage! i’m a sucker for freedom – for choice – almost to a fault. i instinctively bristle at rules. as a teacher, my main goal was to present the widest scope of how literature and, on a greater scale, how the human heart beats. i wanted my students to have the choice to look at both sides of an argument, to make their own decisions, etc.
the cave: not my idea, by about 2,500 years. within the cave allegory, i tend to play with shadows and light.
the cave allegory/imagery also fits in nicely with freedom/choice – i love the new old spice commercials. i’m a sucker for under armour and overly-expensive, custom made british shirts (whaddup, gatsby?)
i choose to enjoy that shadow. i know it’s empty and doesn’t translate to who i am and will be, but it’s fun because it’s a choice.
‘joel, you sure sound intellectually smug at the moment.’
i still stare at shadows/myself in the mirror at the gym in those tight under armour shirts, too (and, c’mon. i look great, especially when the lighting is directly overhead and you can’t tell how thin my hair is).