Monday, February 16, 2015

Do you want to hear a goddess who is hiding in the woods? (Some hours with Truman Capote)

In these pure and wild places of Catalonia, in summer, naturist people share the space with people that use swimsuit. There's no rules about indumentary but about respect, tolerance, freedom. In fact, beyond the idea of creativity and art, there is a deep significance of love for the nature and love for the shape that nature has given to the human beings and respect for that shape, knowing and realizing that every person is much more than a body, than beyond the body, there is a mind that must be loved, respected, valued... The occultation, the fear, the prohibition... are not the right way to achieve the maturity of the person.Banning means perpetuating morbosity and social disease.  


Are you looking for the elegance? Then... you are crushing spontaneity.
Do you usually stress about the aim of having all planned? Then... you usually destroy wow factor, and you usually lose the surprise that the journey wants to give you.
Do you avoid getting dirty yourself? When you do this, you are avoiding living.
Do you think that the practice of imagining without boundaries is a sin? Then you stifle your creativity, and you live frightened and probably you are going to develope a strong sense of guilt.
Do you enjoy the landscape only when the landscape has been standardized by town planning? Then... you don't enjoy beauty yet...
Does the idea of nakedness make you feel disgust? Then... your mind has been molded by the convencionalism that has castrated human creativity.
Do you know where you are going? Then... you're not alive.  


Do you want to hear a goddess who is hiding in the woods? Then... turn off your TV.
Do you want to see at night? Then... turn off your lantern and starlight is not going to turn off.
Do you need a perfume? Then... throw away the chemical mixture that somebody has given you in exchange for a lot of hours of life. Go to the woods, or to the sea, or to the sea and to the woods at once.
Do you need music? Then... turn off any electric gadget and start singing. Teach your kids to sing.
Do you want your kids to be creative? Let them sing, let them paint, let them write, let them create... let them do all these things in spite you feel they don't do it right enough.


It seemed he was happier than the last time I saw him, some years before his death. His cheeks were rosier, and he smiled deeper and longer, but I was sure he was Truman. He did the same visages, he spoke with the same voice, he lashed about with his hands in the same way he did when he was alive. When he talked he expressed the same acute and bright ideas he wrote before his death. He described the deep and actual misteries of the human mind with the same mastery he did along his life.  
He said that after his death he had learnt to enjoy this lonely and wild landscape stronger than he did when he spent three summers here, writing "in cold blood". When he was alive he thought that being here was a sort of punishment, a toll he had to pay to finish a novel. Now that he is dead he has another point of view. He usually comes to "Can Pla", and to this landscape, to savor an existence that when he was alive he could not always understand. He told me about creativity, about freedom, about nakedness, about the landscape, about music, about his Hollywood's friends, about the color of the lonely afternoons when the shore of the woods of the "Vall Llòbrega" recovers its original identity. He asked me to go back to see him some times. He said he would be waiting. He added that he wanted me not to be a coward, that everybody has the capacity to create: a strong energy that none can imagine. We must get rid of the ridiculous thoughts that some people want us to believe, because they don't dare to create, or because they think that the creative process is a tool to get rich or to get famous. 


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