I is for Intensity

| May 4, 2014

I wanted to write an extremely elaborated post on the notion of intensity but, in the interest of saving time, I really cannot. So writing something short and intense still counts, right?

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BeforewatchingthisJacksonPollockvideothatIwanttopost,Iamdrinkinglemonwaterand

eatingchocolatechipcookiesandmultigrainchipswhilecoffeebrewsdownstairsandIhavein

thebackofmymindthatImustrevisemyentireconceptualunitformyEnglishmethodsclass

that’sduetomorrow.

Intensity ebbs and flows; I never see it as a constant, despite its draining persistence sometimes.

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While studying Blake, particularly  how he was running over tombstones, I remember my professor said “Let it rip, man.” These words still resonate with me until this day. The potential for catharsis in whatever we do is always present: We just have to learn how to let it rip.

I think Pollock does.

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This might count as intensity too, but Michael Gira might say (most likely) otherwise: