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The following is what drives me to improve my poetry, and is far enough away that I will always keep writing it, the top of the mountain is nice but not yet
Then she opened up a book of poems And handed it to me Written by an Italian poet From the thirteenth century And everyone of them words rang true And glowed like burnin' coal Pourin' off of every page Like it was written in my soul From me to you Tangled up in blue
There is no charm which I can possibly offer to you today, it seems that by and large I have nothing important to say. It seems that my humor, and insight are simply awkward, My down is up, my black is grey, my growth is backward.
Why do I evangelically feel some need to reach out to you, TO please you the only thing I could ever accomplish or do. Is that which thing, above all else that I instinctively fear, Which is to simply fade away, and to casually disappear.
In this my soul is stretched to each side from its middle, While the dark of obscurity slashes away with a sickle. Continued torment, seems like a very real possibility, While dejected slinking away also seems to suite me.
In either case let the limbo at long last finally be over, Let me feel the soft relief as if like a cushion of clover. Let the bitterness fade to the loamy, earthy scent, I have no more need of the reaching, or to vent.
Like the last bars of sunlight, the deepening dusk, Like a lover leaving only their now fading musk. Take all my ivity, and leave me syncope to you, Letting you rest peacefully with no more ado.
I hope you live well, but as a selfish person, I hope that you wonder about all that fun. The fun in the doting, loving, and joking, The significance in never ever faking.
Suffice to say, that I’m not clever, Streaks of grey hands of leather. Simple smile, nothing designer, Not cocky and always kinder.
So keep flittering around, With nothing profound. Its easy lady to tell, Like a ringing bell, You wear it well
It seems like that piece of me with any poetic ideas is languishing in the doldrums, and you can't find Jimmy Buffet when you need him. So I dug back into the archives and found a piece of angst from the 'Tweenage Years' when I knew a lot about very little, and very little about a lot.
Okay so that line means something completely different in the song than in this journal but I feel like it is fitting. It can make you scared, but only if you want it to.
Censorship continues to creep in at the edges, it seems to be slowly and aimed mostly only at visual art, I say mostly because several of you have had written works targeted as well. I have noticed that it started with photo-manip. folks, and then spread to DID creators, and now all the way to an amazing artist who I have featured several times who creates beautiful works.
Here are his thoughts and where the subsequent discussion is at present.
This beautiful shot got him a note suggesting that he remove the image, not telling, just suggesting. So it starts out with a little old fashioned melodramatic suggestive threat, and therefore from a place of very tenuous moral standing in my opinion. I believe it was handled thus because when one looks at it, you can see how it could be interpreted that the lady is touching herself erotically, or is covering herself, she could be stifling a yawn, or a cry of ecstasy.
It is all open to interpretation, which is inherently clever on the part of both model and photographer, and that is literally what makes it art and not porn. Porn is brazen and clear and gratuitous, whereas art is expressive and subtly suggestive. That this piece could be considered porn is an absolute anathema to me, and a slap in the face to art in general. Trying to push us back into the sixties. A woman's body is beautiful, and her pleasure is incredible. It is not degrading to something to show the potential for its beauty. Does anyone else feel that Neo-Feminism is starting to flirt with all out 'slut shaming?' While intending no offence to pornographic actresses or actors, I don't think it is fair to this model to insinuate that she is part of something pornographic.
In the end I feel like people decide to allow nude images to show up in their profile, and they should therefore be prepared for the fact that sometimes those nude people will be excited and not just casually being nude in a blaze way.
Anyhow, I could go on for hours and hours. What are your thoughts? Do you feel that this type of thing is trying to pigeon hole art into a barrower scope, and thereby taking us back into more conservative times.
Okay so it recently came to my attention that 83% of you will stop reading this before this sentence is finished. SO I am not going to go on and on with this updated profile stuff for no reason. Sorry to the other 17%, but ask away and I am pretty much an open book.
Favorite visual artistEscherFavorite moviesIt Might Get Loud, Life of BryanFavorite TV showsAlone, Classic AlbumsFavorite bands / musical artistsJoe BanamessaFavorite booksShibumi, The Count of Monte Cristo, The White CompanyFavorite writersTrevanienFavorite gaming platformPS4Tools of the TradeUuuuhhhhOther InterestsBlacksmithing and Guitar