The following is an expert from the interview with the fantastically popular, yet very humbly modest blogger, Lady Godiva, whose notoriety viralled overnight through her blog entry, ‘It Shouldn’t Make Sense, It Just Needs to Feel Write’.
As the Queen of Blogdom, and now everything else, interviewing the girl who’s roaming about the world in her big framed knock-off LV glasses and paparazzi acrylic pashmina, constantly on the hunt for the inspiration of her next great story, is penultimately difficult to land an interview with, after God.
Thus, she is literally the only person ever to bend Oprah Winfrey, Piers Morgan and Larry King into conducting a joint interview. Larry King, as you all know, has passed on, but agreed to come back from the dead for this tripartite exclusive, speaking through renowned medium, Dione Warwick.
Oprah: Lady, you caused quite the disequilibrium among the writing community at large with the main premise of your blog that writing isn’t about common sense and appealing to the logic of cultural axioms. It is about being passionate, or as you put it:
‘Attacking the heart…Being the heart attack that kills what is already dead inside your audience, but that resuscitates what is buried, but completely alive within them.’
What inspired that?
Lady: Life… the way I am living, the way we all are living. We are born knowing the laws of the universe through our hearts and great effort is spent by our parents, teachers, the so-called ‘guardians’ of our betterment, to erase that. We are programmed through ‘education’ to run applications founded on the language of ‘common sense.’
This notion that there is a ‘logical’ way to live in order to live successfully; the notion that has granted the advertising industry to convince us that we’re not rich enough, pretty enough, good enough, smart enough, thin enough or loved enough. The notion that has made us debase ourselves into being the bud of every reality TV joke, and even more pathetic voyeurs as the punchline of such jokes.
Common sense is the plastic surgery that has sent us all under the knife, splitting us into who we are and who we see ourselves to be. Leading, inevitably to our inner unhappiness- how can you be happy when you are not who you think you should be and all you are is what you are right there and then? You live trying to become the image that does not and cannot exist because it is a figment of the mind, which itself does not exist, because it is a figment of our ideas. So you end up a miserable old man or woman, neither enjoying who you were right there and then, nor realizing this fantastic image.
Everything we were born knowing was everything we needed to know, the rest evolving through intuitive heart. That’s why it felt good, that’s why we were happy when we were kids and could make friends with people and love them just for them loving the color purple like we did.
Piers: Lady, I must say, your photos do not do you justice, you are stunning.
Lady: My eyes are up here, Piers…
Piers: There’s an excerpt you wrote, that absolutely blew me away, and I don’t easily get blown away-
Lady: Uh, he-llo… Celebrity Apprentice Omarosa? BAM!
Piers: And I’d like to read it…
“We talk to images, not people. When you watch a child watching you, their eyes are inquisitive, not judgmental. They aren’t deciding who you are, they are discovering you. With all that the medical field and technology has done, the greatest contribution to mankind would be the ophthalmologist who invents a surgery to correct our vision so that we could once again observe the world and everyone in it through the eyes of a child.”
Lady: When we stopped being kids and ‘grew up’ we experienced more, but learned less. We judged our experiences, and we condemned them as failures or praised them as successes. The experience itself became a benchmark and was anything but an experience. In fact, though as ‘grown ups’ there are many first time experiences we still come across and go through, we’ve been so conditioned to judge them, that we don’t realize the absolute brilliance of the reincarnation such an experience brings.
Take for example the first time you ate ice cream as a kid. You felt the cold snow of frozen milk blanketing your tongue and icing your teeth. Your face cringed, partially because it was cold, but mostly because it was new. But you liked it, and you took another bite. This time, you tasted the flavor—whether it was chocolate, vanilla or strawberry—and your eyes smiled at how delicious it was. In no way were you busy thinking about how fattening it was or how it would ruin your teeth, and thus allowed yourself to ruin the moment.
Everyday, us ‘grown ups’ have a ‘first time’ experience. They are moments when we find ourselves reacting or doing the opposite of what we thought we should have done or usually do. Showing us that we are capable of compassion, of empathy, of kindness, void of self-interest even.
Sometimes they are painful; but, whether pleasant or painful, they beauty is that they change us. They alter us, if even for seconds, they do alter us. And alteration is indicative of motion. You are not static, you are moving—forget the direction. Kids don’t think of direction when they run or dance around. Being in motion is exhilarating enough. Motion means your molecules, your soul has changed and that you are never the same person you were a second before that.
Dione: I’m getting a question from Larry… he wants to know what did you mean by… by… by… ‘I am my slaughter’s mother’?
Lady: You mean, ‘I am my daughter’s mother’.
Dione: Apologies, but Larry mumbles a lot, yes… ‘I am my daughter’s child.’
Lady: In the process of becoming more ‘intelligent’ and being so proud of being mentally astute, we kill our inner child. We hate our inner child, chastise, hurting and abusing him or her. We think that they don’t make sense and are cognitively base.
Yet, if someone were to hurt your own child, the child you brought into this world, as a mother or father, you’d obliterate that someone. You’d go postal on that someone. So, why is it that you are not a mother or father to your own inner child? Why is it you do not unconditionally love that inner child and when it cries, listen and calm that inner child down? Why is it you judge that child? Why do you just passively agree for your inner child to destroy himself or herself?
Because you do not see your inner child in front of you, and so you think of your inner child as an ‘it’, not a person, not you. To truly be able to reverse all that society has done in the name of ‘common sense’ and has coerced us into doing in order to be deemed worthy or good enough, you need to be the mother to your inner child or father to your inner child and let him or her, not it, connect you to your heart again.
Oprah: But how does this go back to writing?
Lady: Because writing is a painting or a sculpture—it is not literal, it is not knowable… it is interpretive.
We seek for it to make sense and to give it meaning, when the reality is, the most impactful writers tell their stories without telling the meaning; it has form, shape, and texture, but it has no literal meaning.
Instead, it has sincerity.
Sincerity is the one thing our common sense and logic does not compute; it is the electromagnetic energy that pumps the heart, makes it beat. You do not read it, you feel the sharpness of the words, the Velcro of the story, the silks and wools and frail linens of the characters. It is the truth on paper, and this truth is understood and found because the heart can feel it.
But it takes a heart to write it in order for another heart to feel it—and no one can find his heart without discovering his inner child, the one who will reacquaint him with observing without judging, experiencing without benchmarking, feeling without thinking.
Piers: Have you found your inner child?
Lady: Yes, but I am still learning how to be her mother. It has meant I have had to give up chasing the common sense of success, beauty and worthiness, which all still lure me when I consciously cease observing and fall into seeing the image of what is rather than what is.
Oprah: So, what is?
There are two emotions that drive us, from which all other sub-emotions stem; love and fear.
From fear comes anger, jealousy, hate, envy and a desire to destroy and tear down, be it tearing down the beauty of ideas or beautiful people. The motive of fear is insecurity—they’re afraid that they aren’t loved.
From love comes appreciation, compassion, kindness and the passion to create. Love breeds love. So the motive of love is, well…
Because one realizes the self is expansive, as it is inclusive of you and me and every human on this earth. And that what is gained as an ‘I’ is multiply gained many times over as an ‘us’.
It is through such observation that mankind’s most sincere creations have come to be—Michelangelo’s David, Shakespeare’s works and Picasso’s Guernica. Every one of those men drew, wrote and sculpted with their inner child.
They were the heart attacks that killed the fear inside us and resuscitated the love with which we were all born. And we revisit their creations like children, experiencing them for the very first time every time we observe them.
They remind us that we are still passionate.
That we want to live, not simply exist.
And most of all, if it was created with heart and we felt it, then all of us still have hearts and can feel much stronger than we think we do.