It’s really just a thought . . .
Using Organic Archetypes
When last I posted, I was just beginning to research relationship strategies with one’s environment (nature, in this case.)
I found three classic views of how any life (anywhere it is known to exist.) relates to its environment. All three are seen in light of there feeding strategies. Hey, we all got to eat!
The three classic social relationships are:
- Predator/Prey (Feeding upon the dead carcases.)
- Parasite/Host (From the Greek, “Living Beside”)
- Symbiot/Partner (Cooperating with another species for mutual gain.)
Here is one of my over-arching story plots using these relationships. Please note that it is way too early to tell this story with connections to our lives – this is a real symbiotic relationship told with plot twists (to keep the audience interested.):
A Tree Grows, by James Maxwell
There is a parasite feeding on the energy of a tree. (Parasite/Host)
In defense, the tree experiments with creating and releasing new chemicals in hopes of weakening the parasite.
However, instead of repulsing the parasite, the tree has attracted a second, more dangerous parasite.
Meanwhile, the original parasite discovers a taste for the new arrival and begins finding means of attacking it in addition to feeding upon the tree (Predator/Prey).
Eventually, the original parasite eats more of the new parasite and sucks less of the tree’s energy. The tree grows healthy again and now encourages the original parasite. (Symbiot/Partner).
In gratitude for a better source of energy, the original parasite begins to farm the second parasite (it was the tree’s idea), keeping just enough alive to ensure next season’s feast. (Predator/Prey between parasites and Symbiot/Partner with tree.)
I like this plot because the agents of their story change their strategies as their environment changes. They do not remain locked into even their nature, but “adapt” and evolve as their world changes – sometimes very rapidly.
Symbiosis leads to Metamorphosis
I’ve been doing research on parasites as represented in fiction – with the original idea of turning this concept to represent the oligarchs who feed on the labor of others – as opposed to the current common sense of parasite – he that feeds on those who work.
My ironic idea was that the true parasite is the oppressor who feeds on all other humans.
However, as I began my research I came upon a definition of the classical forms of life and their relationship to the natural world.
The three forms that can be found everywhere life is to be found are:
- Parasitism – those that do no work today, but feed harmlessly on others.
- Predation – those that attack others and feed directly on their dead carcasses.
- Symbiosis – those that create relationships with others and survive via mutual support.
It is interesting to note that wherever the predators have gained dominance, the adaptors (symbiosis) must become invisible in order to survive. In Jungian psychology, they might be considered to be archetypes of the collective unconscious, or perhaps (due to the symbiosis) better be described as an aggregate of shadows.
It should also be noted that whenever the predators have gained dominance, they leave enough of the parasites around so that they have a constant source of food. The goal of the parasite, meanwhile, is to replace the oppressor with themselves – thus becoming an oppressor themselves, continuing the cycle – a pure didactic relationship
My goal now, however is to create a story world (a speculative fiction story world) in which the life represented within the fiction, contains all three classes of life, two of which are in constant battle (the oppressor and the oppressed), while the third (symbiosis) continues their metamorphosis (natural selection and adaptation) created through constantly seeking – and finding – new symbiotic relationships with other life forms. Once the relationship is established, evolution occurs!
I still like the idea of traveling through time via one’s DNA, but it has now expanded to contain predator influences, parasitical influences and symbiotic influences – all in the form of attached genetic structure (just as science tells us it happens now with inherited diseases.)
I think it important to include all three because what I see outside myself must also exist within me (What is without is also within – as though a mirror of oneself.)
My “witticism:” I love to let my mind have its way with me, is the recognition that I have all three types of life force within me and they are more powerful in shaping how I think than what I’ve learned from today’s metaphorical “climate” (which changes constantly).
PS: in order to explore this fully i am once again detaching myself from other worldly concerns. Events in Europe, Asia, Africa, the Middle-East and here at home must take a leave of absence from my consideration (I don’t have much of value to contribute, anyway.) so that I can exercise ironic detachment in order to let my collective unconscious assist me unfettered by those archetypical aggregates of shadows that seek to keep me preoccupied with didactic concerns. When that which is in constant warfare within becomes quiet, that which seeks symbiosis will rise to the surface. My metamorphosis is at stake here, after all – that’s why I write.
Dialogue Jokes intended for the writers of scenes.
Here’s what I like about dialogue jokes:
- Each dialogue joke is a complete story
- Each story contains a plot imitating the action of the agents of the story
- The agents of the story tell the entire story without the assistance of a narrator
Here’s what I don’t like about dialogue jokes:
- All jokes teach people it’s better to be the oppressor
- All jokes are painful or cruel on some level
- Jokes are embedded onto the agents of the story making it sometimes difficult to “see” the original character – try to remove the joke and the character disappears too.
I write only about compassion, so I chose jokes to have something to work against.
Here’s a sample from my Penny-a-Joke cartoon:
- I’d like a Boulder 420 Breakfast, please.
- What’s that?
- A bowl packed with your finest cannabis, a Rib Eye Steak, and a bulldog.
- What’s the bulldog for?
- Somebody’s got to eat that steak.
What began as a writing exercise is now a published four-volume epic novel written entirely in flash fiction.
Dateline Boulder: June 18, 2014
It’s done, it’s done, it’s done!
Here’ s my Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L3L1EW8
And here is my book’s fan page: https://www.facebook.com/UptheAlley (likes are always appreciated on the fan page)
Although the story is about a seedy coffee shop catering to the homeless, it experiments with an over-arching non-didactic structure that I believe creates community.
Turgenev provides the structure
I seem to be creating a new methodology. I am sequentially writing stories based on the fables I find in Laura Gibbs translation titled, Aesop’s Fables.
Aristotle said when you change the structure of a story, you change its purpose, implying the purpose of any story is defined by its structure.
So, what does this have to do with the new “purpose” of the story?
I haven’t a clue – which means it’s probably staring me right in the face.
At any rate, since I approach all my writing as the next era in my learning to write by writing exercise book (created as i go), I’m finding immense satisfaction with the source material in the fables.
For example, each is tightly constructed to maximize meaning within a well-structured format. Nothing is wasted and typically each sentence has multiple meanings. The paragraphs, when deconstructed, take on additional significance at each turn.
Also, since I’m learning to write in the super intimate first-person eye-witness account style, my thought process is also beginning to change to match that voice and that way of observation.
This voice has one incredible rule (it probably has many, but only one that always requires observation: the story must be told by a survivor – if a character dies in the story, he can’t be telling the story.
Stories are told by survivors in an eye-witness perspective – in a historical account shared intimately with a single reader.
Here is the first draft of the rewrite of Fable 6 (Gibbs, Pg. 6): The Donkey, the Priests, and the Tambourines:
I’m writing these days to Learn how to Read
I thought I was learning how to write by writing and then criticizing what I wrote and trying to write better the next time.
What I was actually doing, though, was learning how to read again – this time by analyzing what I was reading. I wrote hundreds of stories without much other influence – Up the Alley is based on my own source material – I was influenced by what I’d already written.
Now, I’m trying a few new things:
Instead of third-person, I now write in the first person – and in an attempt to provide an eye-witness account of an incident or a series of events and always told out loud to a single reader.
I’m also including a description of the environment surrounding my characters (believing that a person and his environment are inseparable) and after today’s experience, trying to tell the environment’s story as well.
I’m also “translating” Aesop’s Fables into a narrative-fiction, eyewitness-account of the incidents of the fable.
Prior to the translation, I’m also trying to learn how to deconstruct, so I’m deconstructing each of the fables prior to analyzing it (to determine whose story it is for focaliization purposes). The deconstruction is most critical thinking, but always leads to unexpected imaginative solutions.
So, here is the latest fable rewritten as a short story. In this case, flash fiction:
You start to write one story but it turns into something else . . . What’s that called?
I’m reading Turgenev while learning to write in a first person eyewitness “account” style.
Yesterday I noticed one of his stories in a Sportsman’s Sketches contained some very nice storm imagery and like any great writer, I set about to steal it.
What I discovered is that Turgenev was telling an entire second story just in the weather.
As it turned out, the imagery wasn’t needed for the story I was writing, so I set it aside. Then, almost by chance, I reread it and discovered the second story Turgenev was telling.
He was telling the story of an environment that forever changes and how it influences the people who live within it – and how those people (by extension) must be affecting it.
Here is the story (now fictionalized) I found within Turgenev’s tale:
I’ll post the story I ended up writing later today.
Creativity Explodes Following the Destruction of Deconstruction
They say the Phoenix rises from its own ashes.
So do fables.
I seem to be developing a new writing “process.”
Before I actually sit down to rewrite the fable, I destroy it by analyzing each sentence and word within the sentence.
Then, when I have a new “structure” created, I start writing from a first-person, eyewitness position. My analysis tells me which character to focalize – whose story is being told.
Here is the link to the story I wrote over the last couple of days.
It’s no longer flash fiction – it’s a short story”