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leiascully April 15 2011, 16:08:12 UTC
A wonderful poem. Thank you for introducing me.

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Thoughts upon reading it once. anna_unfolding April 15 2011, 16:49:48 UTC
It's a problem of focus, it's a problem of diligence Yes, the dominant paradigm is: if only I could plan and execute with focus I could make art....

But why not let the colors do what they want, which is blend... Oh, yes, just like my best writing, the ART is created by my subconscious unfolding on the page in front of me, when I let my brain get out of the way. Plus, the "blend" begins the poem's theme of things being interchangeable, representational; of being the things they represent more than the things themselves.

But it’s not, not beautiful, not true, not even realistic, more like a man in a birdsuit... Oh, so validated here. So yes, this this about him, not the bird...about what the DOING actually means when you need to do it but don't know why. Pick a bird, any bird: pick a character, a setting; pick a moment, pick a film, a football team, an actor. You are picking yourself. Every single time. It will have the wings of the bird, but it will be you.

so that looking at the page is like looking out the window at a bird in ( ... )

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cho_malfoy April 16 2011, 23:09:43 UTC
This is exactly what I need right now. Thanks for sharing.

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