Last week, I got a snarky post from a dude who put down my carving, my stories, and even my little greenhouse workshop. He also pointed out that my political views were just mundane and made some vaguely threatening quips.
I’m not sure that this person ever got the message that the Blogosphere, “ is Liberty Hall, you can spit on the mat, and call the cat a bastard.” For the most part there is something for everyone. Don’t like what’s on offer here, just move along down the way to what’s on offer is more to your liking. There is no need to be rude, and I don’t think it’s too common outside the blatantly political blogs over in Hippocrits Corner.
I can’t help but feel that this individual, from the nature of his post, found it vaguely threatening that there were people out there producing art and craft in substandard accommodations—no proper studio. My God! They might be making things in their spare room! In the basement! Or God forbid on the kitchen table!
Yes, I know it’s disgusting that anyone would attempt to create seriously without major degrees in art, literature, or the proper studio, and a coterie of fellow travelers in Fine things. Disgusting!
And yet many of the people whose blogs I follow do precisely that. And yes, some of them have fine art and other degrees. As a matter of fact, few have what might pass as a “studio.”
I find the creative atmosphere of the community I’ve found to be amazingly unstuffy, sharing, appreciative, warm, and very dynamic. It ranges across oceans and continents, and contains people of every class, ethnicity, religious bent, and national origin. It might in fact be the first truly universal creative community. They create fine stories, fabric, pottery, woodwork, poetry, and works of non-fiction.
Of course, I reported the message as spam. But I also feel sorry for this person. There is so much on offer. It’s a shame to seal yourself off from it.
OK, I’ve had my rant and feel better for it!
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You forgot to include paintings. Doggone it, Lou. 😉 One thing I learned when I moved here is that among the assholes of the world, artists might be near the top. Strange but true. It’s one reason I’m not “out there.” I don’t want to deal with it.
Painting!!!!!???? Mea Culpa, Martha!
It’s OK. I still like you. (as my Aunt Jo would say when I got in trouble)
Good grief, what an absolute twunt. I almost feel bad for him, living 24/7 in that messed-up head and that cold, black heart. I almost hope he posts again so that I can say, “I feel sorry for you”.
Sounds good to me!
100%
I think some folks just like to write derogatory comments, to satisfy some sort of sad need to be unkind. Those people will come and go, but the ones of value are the ones who stay. You’ve been my friend for these last three years, Lou, and I’ve seen your work, your writings, and your heart, my friend. We misfit toys gotta stick together, cause most my works were written when we didn’t have a working toilet for a year (shudders). You’ll always be Carver to me, love… hugs
Misfit toys is right. Thanks for the hugs and cookies!
Wonder what rock he climbed out from under? So sad that his parents didn’t teach him the mantra of “if you can’t say something nice; say nothing.” Your word “arrogant” fits just perfectly there. Just remember, it’s about him, not you. 🙂
You are right, it is about him. and that’s the problem with people like that. They are hung up on themselves.