Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Naked
The artist must be naked. The artist must be without facade, pretense, and ambiguity. The artist must delcare his/her artwork as proudfully and as unabashed upon presentation toward their audience as teenage lovers bare themselves naked and stimulated, erect and aroused toward their 'amour, as if to say 'this is how I will fuck you.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Being alone ain't always cool.
Not so slowly
I haven't always had this fear. It kinds of develops with age. you realize how much you depend upon the ones you love and the ones who love you. You hope and pray everyone could be here forever.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
White
What happens to an auteur whose mind becomes a blank box? A palette for others to impart their stamp upon, and none of his/her own? Does he or she whither into oblivion, imbibing all the colors and sounds of the world, and never interpreting and relating them to something authentic, or does the auteur aggressively push the creative effort, crafting artifact and archetypes in the hope of creating an original art?
This complex question has plagued me personally, as at one time a was an extremely prolific writer, and composer, all the while reading and consuming new ideas, learning new languages and means of artistic expression. Now I am become stifled, stymied and relegated to a box.
A true artist cannot be cajoled and crafted by the minds of others. The madness of an auteur must be free and unconstrained. Given the liberty to craft novel and morose ideals, to alienate the aliens, and fortify the base of like minds.
This complex question has plagued me personally, as at one time a was an extremely prolific writer, and composer, all the while reading and consuming new ideas, learning new languages and means of artistic expression. Now I am become stifled, stymied and relegated to a box.
A true artist cannot be cajoled and crafted by the minds of others. The madness of an auteur must be free and unconstrained. Given the liberty to craft novel and morose ideals, to alienate the aliens, and fortify the base of like minds.
The pain of the brawn.
Laugh first, think l8r.
Bill Cosby
The secretary of humor. We need to be briefed on the farce of life in America in the 21st century, so we don't take all the bad news too seriously.
William Schnieder
Secretary of intellegence. His reports and insights on the American social and political landscape are nothing short of insightful.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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