From Oral To Commercial Via Longtime-rollin' Momentum
This kinda stuff really excites me:
Fairy tale origins thousands of years old, researchers say - BBC News
We are used to people diggin' up all kindsa evidence about our ancestors' ability to make evrythin' from weird-shaped urns to tools inappropriate for flyin' to Pluto, or dangerous-lookin' chunksa metal an' stone for crushin' skulls an' makin' with the unpleasant — but I love that we got a new angle here on the transmission of life's subtleties by means of story.
What a glorious old soldier made it through from so far back!
It is truly beautiful that we progressed from bein' creatures capable of conveyin' information by the spoken word (an' later, by its written counterpart) in a kinda raw an' unembellished way, an' became more enlightened types for whom imagination, speculation an' fancy added depth an' spirit to our discourse an' alla the thinkin' behind whatever we chose to communicate — even if it was jus' some deer in a distant forest we slew with a spear.
Gotta figure those early people were sellin' one another nuthin' but gut feelin' until conceptualization an' imagry helped 'em along an' refined what I figure had to be pretty brutal natures.
From those early embellishments an' fictional shimmies of spin, there flows a whole tradition of conveyin' super cool information about the world an' its people in ways curiously more illuminatin' than jus' statin' the frickin' obvious.
We got storytellers drillin' down on a craft that is both skilful an' sophisticated — a tradition havin' sumthin' of a renaissance right now.
(If you got time, check this out. This is so cool.)
While those storyteller guys were hoggin' the warmest partsa the cave, the whole narrative deal went kinda nutzoid, an' before we knew it, we had guys runnin' around in masks an' costooms, animated puppets runnin' riot — all alongside the slow releasin' capture of alla this transformin' wisdom in the form of scrolls an' books with
>>>>>>>>> alla this kinda symboly wimboly sh*t scribbled all over 'em.
The great illusion modern myths like Star Wars weave so smartly is that an axis of evil exists, gonna thwump on the cosmos — less'n the good guys come to the rescue.
Ha! Imagine that — wherever in the world you are now.
As with all stories, the narrative elements in Star Wars point directly at ourselves, but thanks to some fancy trick of the light, we sincerely believe we are party to the secrets of a universe, far, far away.
Unfoldings of drama an' truth an' heart often reach us truer in story form than if we examined the world from which they spawn with analytical equipment trained on the purely tangible — an' alla this story stuff reaches us because we go searchin' an' slaverin' for it at cinemas in our millions, spendin' big bucks on nachos along the way, an' mebbe gettin' fresh on the back row durin' the hardcore battle scenes.
(I loved LOTR.)
Truth is, storytellin' will survive, persist an' flourish in the absence of products or services to "sell" — just like it always has for the greater proportion of its history.
But mebbe now that we got CHEESE an' LIFE-ENHANCIN' TECH to unleash on a world fulla seemin' pre-Curtains! diminuendos, it is perhaps a good thing that we are tunin' in to the transformative an' catalytic powers of carefully transmitted myth an' story as effective agents for spoonin' any kinda medicine.
All I need now is for someone to persuade me that my lettuce-based lunch is infinitely preferable to a burger drippin' with sexy-yummy, an' my faith in humanity's finer sensibilities gonna be complete.
Fairy tale origins thousands of years old, researchers say - BBC News
We are used to people diggin' up all kindsa evidence about our ancestors' ability to make evrythin' from weird-shaped urns to tools inappropriate for flyin' to Pluto, or dangerous-lookin' chunksa metal an' stone for crushin' skulls an' makin' with the unpleasant — but I love that we got a new angle here on the transmission of life's subtleties by means of story.
What a glorious old soldier made it through from so far back!
It is truly beautiful that we progressed from bein' creatures capable of conveyin' information by the spoken word (an' later, by its written counterpart) in a kinda raw an' unembellished way, an' became more enlightened types for whom imagination, speculation an' fancy added depth an' spirit to our discourse an' alla the thinkin' behind whatever we chose to communicate — even if it was jus' some deer in a distant forest we slew with a spear.
Gotta figure those early people were sellin' one another nuthin' but gut feelin' until conceptualization an' imagry helped 'em along an' refined what I figure had to be pretty brutal natures.
From those early embellishments an' fictional shimmies of spin, there flows a whole tradition of conveyin' super cool information about the world an' its people in ways curiously more illuminatin' than jus' statin' the frickin' obvious.
We got storytellers drillin' down on a craft that is both skilful an' sophisticated — a tradition havin' sumthin' of a renaissance right now.
(If you got time, check this out. This is so cool.)
While those storyteller guys were hoggin' the warmest partsa the cave, the whole narrative deal went kinda nutzoid, an' before we knew it, we had guys runnin' around in masks an' costooms, animated puppets runnin' riot — all alongside the slow releasin' capture of alla this transformin' wisdom in the form of scrolls an' books with
>>>>>>>>> alla this kinda symboly wimboly sh*t scribbled all over 'em.
The great illusion modern myths like Star Wars weave so smartly is that an axis of evil exists, gonna thwump on the cosmos — less'n the good guys come to the rescue.
Ha! Imagine that — wherever in the world you are now.
As with all stories, the narrative elements in Star Wars point directly at ourselves, but thanks to some fancy trick of the light, we sincerely believe we are party to the secrets of a universe, far, far away.
Unfoldings of drama an' truth an' heart often reach us truer in story form than if we examined the world from which they spawn with analytical equipment trained on the purely tangible — an' alla this story stuff reaches us because we go searchin' an' slaverin' for it at cinemas in our millions, spendin' big bucks on nachos along the way, an' mebbe gettin' fresh on the back row durin' the hardcore battle scenes.
(I loved LOTR.)
Truth is, storytellin' will survive, persist an' flourish in the absence of products or services to "sell" — just like it always has for the greater proportion of its history.
But mebbe now that we got CHEESE an' LIFE-ENHANCIN' TECH to unleash on a world fulla seemin' pre-Curtains! diminuendos, it is perhaps a good thing that we are tunin' in to the transformative an' catalytic powers of carefully transmitted myth an' story as effective agents for spoonin' any kinda medicine.
All I need now is for someone to persuade me that my lettuce-based lunch is infinitely preferable to a burger drippin' with sexy-yummy, an' my faith in humanity's finer sensibilities gonna be complete.
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.