I hope she means figuratively and literally? ….emotionally and physically? …romantically and professionally? AW I miss my sister, she’s the loveliest. And I’m not even just saying that because I’m honey-mooning on her sarcastic sideways compliment, but seriously, so funny. and cute and all around THE BEST! HI Jamie! seeyou in 3 weeks or on Skype ❤
I’ve changed up my header and profile photos, as well as the colour of some text, on this blog & my twitter page and wondering what you think? Is the text too hard to read, or just the right amount of obnoxious neon? I like it but if it hurts to look at that’s a problem, ect.
Also, changed my twitter handle from @mad_d_black to a hopefully easier to remember play on my real name (which was already taken) /nicknames: @moodynightshade
(see what I did there)
Poets write poetry.
But why shouldn’t a computer also.
Or at least, help to inspire and cultivate more poetry within poets.
If I’m a poet and I give said computer/program the tools that it needs to create spontaneous, beautiful and interesting poetry, what makes it any less valid than the words themselves I first wrote. Where is the line drawn between words jumbled until they just happen to arrange in a way which is beautiful and the way jumbled words spill from my own brain?
If our minds are the worlds most engenious computers than how can my mac book be any less than a kick-ass side-kick?
If the paintings I make by creating the proper conditions, choosing colours, canvas, tape, water and pressure, and then leaving the result up to chance, be considered art; then why not/would my words wrung through a melting pot, re-served to me in new forms and then re-aranged again by me, be themselves foolish, or laugh worthy?
How can you distribute worth to one series of words and not the other?
Especially if they’re equal or greater than, in substance.
When do words become poems and images become art?
Sound become music?
Moving become dancing?
Clothing become style?
If you stick a film camera on your cats collar,
and then let it roam freely, can you still call it art?
**Written in response to friends disregarding (and laughing at) a poetry project which is ironically still in the works.
Text based art, twitter sized statements, captions, moments, snip bits of conversations, feelings, observations. Images of words, words as images.
I’m so into these right now.
Between facebook, twitter, texting and the faster moving, quickly changing, highly stimulating world, I find that there’s an ever increasing pressure to be sharp and witty on a constant basis. To label, identify and process these vague relationships, situations and emotions at a more accelerated rate than ever before.
Even subconsciously I find myself compartmentalizing my life into this format. Regardlessly, I was surprised that upon seeing this type of art created by others, I related to their statements instantly. Out of context, they become so vague and universal that the viewer can/will apply them to their own experiences.
For these reasons, I think “Twart” can have incredible power due largely to it’s often freakishly immediate and subconscious impact. (I also love to write in this style.)
Which is better, with colour or without?