“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”
― Joseph Campbell
Having plenty of free time with Winter break and all, I have had a chance to reunite with one of my all-time favorite writers and lecturers, Joseph Campbell. This reunion included the re-reading of one of Campbell’s most popular books, Pathways to Bliss. While reading, I was reminded of this quote, which I have always loved. Coincidentally, the following poem was e-mailed to me recently by a friend of mine, Ethan Vassar. Considering my recent re-readings/listenings of Campbell, I could not help but notice and admire Ethan’s incredible, natural conformity to Campbell’s general formula (for life, that is) of, “Follow your bliss.”
Ethan and I have known each other for a while now, and I have always been a big fan of, not only his writing, but his incredible, unique sense of humor and his still, yet authoritative personality. Ever since meeting Ethan for the first time, I have been blown away by how fearless he is in the pursuit of what he wants. Whether it be writing a play or an article or simply getting people’s opinions on his pieces, he is extraordinarily adamant about accomplishing his goals and fulfilling his aspirations, or in Campbell’s wonderful words,”following his bliss.” He will stop at nothing to transfigure his ambitions to actuality, and he is utterly relentless about bringing his “meaning” into life. Ethan is one of those rare individuals that, upon encounter, you are immediately inspired. It is almost as if it is contagious, as if he has such an abundance of inspiration, that he can’t help but pass a bit of it on to the next. There has not been a minute I have known Ethan, that I have not seen him bringing “meaning” to his own life, and the lives of others through the things he loves.
The impressive property Ethan’s work consistently displays is, this seamless synthesis of philosophical truth, with modern humor, and allusion to mythology/religion. In reading Ethan’s pieces, I inevitably end up doing at least one double take. His writing style is unexpected in the best way. Not only does it make you look twice, but it makes you think twice, as well. Ethan’s distinct approach is one I hold high-level reverence and admiration for, because it is a certain technique I, myself, have never possessed the capability of executing. Another intriguing aspect of the writing’s individuality is, the sense that it is extremely expressive of, and archetypal to an authentic human thought process. Ethan’s diction clearly captures the real, meandering nature of introspection in a stark, simple way that is both endlessly appealing and relatable. I cannot help but appreciate the philosophical foundation, with allusions to mythology and religion, along with the humorous element of his work, because it reminds me considerably of the way Campbell structures his books and lectures. All of these various elements blend together in creating something truly unique, that only a few, such as Campbell possess the ability to hone, and in my opinion, it is exactly this, this effortless amalgamation of elements, that makes Ethan’s writing something worth paying attention to.
In addition to composing poetry, Ethan has done some fantastic play-writing, and worked on a few other remarkable pieces. I would definitely recommend reading his work. I can guarantee it will be more than worth your while.
Smog in Los Angeles by Ethan Vassar
The reason why there’s smog in Los Angeles,
Is because of our fright,
To see all of the stars shimmering,
In the cold darkness of the night.
The monster under my bed doesn’t keep me up at night,
It’s my thoughts that do.
They aren’t some cliche Taylor Swift shit,
About how I’m still not over you.
I think about if my GPA and test scores actually really matter.
In the grand scheme of things they don’t,
Realizing that makes me even sadder.
The city never sleeps,
If it did it would be way too quiet,
We’d hear the universe laughing,
About what we think we understand about it.
There’s seven billion people here,
And I think that my life matters.
There’s no meaning just what I impose,
Just like one of Pollock’s splatters.
I am a drop of paint on a Canvas,
The artist is still unclear.
If my painting part of a series,
I can’t tell,
The ink is smeared.
The universe is a desert,
And the rich Earth is our oasis.
Perhaps we will find another one,
With a great amount of patience.
Life is a beach and I’m sitting,
On a towel playing in the sand.
It was fun until my sand castle,
Had been washed away by Gods hand.
They’re saying that God is dead,
But I think he is wondering what has happened. How’d he get replaced,
By an egotistical jerk rappin’?
There is no wrong way to live,
Only a wrong attitude.
I’m pretty sure that Orion,
Doesn’t care about yeezus dude.
If we could see how small we are,
Against the vastness of what has been,
No one would matter,
And that isn’t a world,
We’d all want to tweet in.
Whether you believe in nothing,
Or the gods of any testament,
All I can say is,
We’re here,
So let’s try and make the best of it.
They say every breath we take matters,
Every decision means something,
For me thinking that,
Makes it a lot easier waking up in the morning.
I struggle looking for the truth,
It’s almost like searching for something through fog.
At least I can take pride in knowing,
I matter to my dog.
If you are interested in seeing more of Ethan’s awesome work, find him through his Instagram at @ethanvassar.
I would like to personally thank you, Ethan, for your persistent abundance of inspiration, and for sharing your fantastic work with me.
If you are a writer and you have anything you believe to be worth reading, don’t hesitate to e-mail it to me at m.aene.smith@gmail.com. I would be thrilled to post it here and praise it. I accept both credited work and anonymous pieces. My ultimate goal for this blog is to cultivate creativity and passion, so again, feel free to send me anything you’d like. Have a wonderful rest of your week, everyone.
Morgan