All I know is I must be on another planet than mostpeople.
Here, I’ve found a place to dialogue this art outside the city gates. I don’t want to sound intellectual or worse, arrogant. I want to talk about things that have challenged and opened up my creativity.
Like, I’m supposed to meet people who are interested in things I’m interested in!?
I wanted to add the missing auditory piece that would connect constellations of visual elements on the page with the linguistic meat and potatoes.
What kinds of creative things do you do when you’ve been pulled away from it for a while? How do you get back into the artistic groove?
My heart was a mess. No poems exited my person.
Every visual poem is constrained by human sense of what is real, whether physical “laws” or metaphors of abstract concepts.
I mean, you can have a graphic novel about Batman sitting in his bat-cave or you can show him swooping across rooftops.
And why avoid something modern and weird and uncertain and without academic criticism having focused on it for a thousand years?
I mean, I’m not trying to be Patrick Batemen.
The waves and cracks in the cosmos bring out what has always been defiantly itself, no matter what within our powers we think makes it happen.
Do I dare disturb the universe? Absolutely.
There is something intimate, something very particular that we are awarded when offered a look at someone’s private writing. We get to see those thoughts that don’t get shared with the group in the moment, thoughts that don’t exactly roll off the tongue, but which stick to paper like a dry worm
There were times when I was lost to the world.
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No one knows me.
Maybe I never did.
I started my first notebook not long after. It was a pocket size, green cover, ring notebook. I hid the little thing above the ceiling tiles of my then basement bedroom (calm down, the basement had carpet and a window—I wasn’t JoJo the dog face boy whose family kept him locked up in the shame-dungeon).
Do you even blog, bro?
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Pictures of cats, though. Definitely the cats.
This is a result of the passion my life grants me. This each day thing. This wishing I were writing thing. This falling in love with it all over again thing.