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My first attempted abstract expressionist piece… or should I saciukacts.

This is the stages I set for myself.

 I first sat and looked around, and what I saw or came to mind I wrote down.
   
      didDark space liter around. Blue mist has yet to come alive for fear of going out. Reflects the movement, the caress of the lead that leader, the one who is burning. Vanilla. Active naturals. Merry me. well your Mary. And merry Christmas and express it. pixels proven to relive ocean blues. A miracle. Bars broken shield from the fire wrapped glass. Tiny marks the white rectangle as spin and spun are cupcakes capture hallucinations. Rolling current, ever changing, ever green. Forest filled with the sense of others. Not whole. No display of outer character. Just smell the ink between the skin. Picture frame, a dad in the doorway, running children. My my what lovely wicks. Prefect for resting and commandeering vessels. Please bring a wreath or something. The movement sways, breath tiny flick and dance. Vanilla pearl perky. We put them out celebration of romance and mercy.

I did not know if that was correct so I looked at this picture by Jackson Pollock and wrote what I saw, what is was.

I don’t know why it is number 31…

This is what I came up with,

         Sand wet with black and white. Engulfing the norm. Executing running rhythms. Make someone dying to enter the fire. Wave hand over faces. Siege circus meadows. Shine and shade simmering waves. High laughter singes secrets.  T-rex Sideways eye risk falling bricks. Daggers consume fighting flesh.

And then I felt that I still didn’t do the right thing so I began to free write like crazy.

      What’s new in the insanity of winter. Wrecked ribbon to create anything. Bring pillow and songs to the one who does not speak, who does not eat. It this right? I must right to keep the demons away . my nail hit my cut like paper biting skin cells. Naked breaks rotting ringlets of neglect. Monday  begin the busy. Go . start. Begin.

More like being crazy.

This I feel is a battle I can never win, the only thing I can do is just be swap away with it and hope it works out the best. i might have to go back to the square one, where ever that might be.

I did want to add picture/images of my hand written text, but i couldn't figure it out. Maybe later

why write?

Writing is a dangerous thing. Writing is a thing of the past. Why do I write? Everything thing now is in text, Times New Roman or Arial. Where is the handwritten text? Technology is fast and is now stealing our pen to paper mentality. We type, we text, we are all uniform in our response for one another. Computer made, no longer hand. We like it neat and clear to read. Our handwritten text is getting messier, more unreadable, but it is because we do not practice. Our typing is faster. They our taking away cursive in school, it is a thing of the past. And many in the future will look back on it like hieroglyphics. Will we ask, “What is cursive?” or will there no longer be a word for it.

There was a class back in the day, which would teach people the art of writing. Clean precise storks of ink making language look beautiful and refined. Calligraphy it was called and I guess still is. Maybe no longer in the class room but you can get taught online or maybe YouTube. Cursive was considered beautiful. Our kids will now not be taught this art. 

Will at some point our writing be unreadable? It probably already is. That is why they have us type to make sure they can read it. But they will only get the words. They may only it the meaning behind the word. But the person behind those words will be just another text in Times New Roman, size 12 fonts. There is no character to the text, no mess up, no erase mark or cross out words. This is what makes us human our imperfection. Like spelling the wrong word or giving us the opportunity to look up a word and find that meaning in the journey of doing so. Now we have Microsoft Word.  

Handwritten words is our way to show our individual identity. They are all different, they are all unique. Please don’t forget to write.

CLASH and Unleash

So I’m going to roll with the idea that I pick up from the reading of “Attack of the Difficult Poems,” by Charles Bernstein. Or should I say ‘ideas’. The author really works out the love/ hate relationship between the originality and innovation. There may seem to be a border between these two words sometimes the wall between is invisible, other times it seems miles apart.

Originality- old, refinement, past

Innovation- new, disruptive, now

The clash quotes that help me come up with my idea.

p.34 “the new replaces the old or that the new is better than the old.”

“Poetic innovation is not necessarily related to improvement; at it most engaged, it is a means of keeping up with the present, grappling with the contemporary. We have to constantly reinvent out forms and vocabularies so that we don’t lose touch with ourselves and the world we live in. the need for changing art is prompted by changes in the social and economic environment.”

p. 35 “it is the frustration with existing things that produces innovation.”

“Everything is subject to change overtime.”

“The sense of perceived failure creates a space for the new in the sense of the now.”

The quote that really got me thinking.

“My first object (as usual) was originality.”

            Taking this away from the poetic sense and letting it explode in the sense of writing in general, my writing, you’re writing, and the things we read or wouldn’t dare to read. First, why do we write when most ideas and words have already been written? Can my writing or my new idea be the first or is it an innovation of that I have already read? Can it be original? Those questions are always in the back of my head when writing.

            But looking at this quote, “my first object (as usual) was originality,” the first short story, the first poem, the first book, as usual is the original to me, and that in the end is the thing that matters the most. If you believe it, others will too. It is all in the perspective. It was and will always be first. But like I said in my first post i.e. was originality. It will become the innovation of that idea. Rewrite. Rewrite. Rewrite. Creating something new from the old and taking the original idea and save it, never throw away anything, they are all a part of you. It gives you a chance of relooking at it and bringing them back into the new. Innovation can’t take place without originality.

            Writing is ever growing and mirrors our changes and our past. What make you- you. Or the author- the author is your past and your now. We are always changing however we cannot change the past. We can look back and remember, and change ourselves now. But remember your first anything is special, it is a start and may get better or worst but we must work on it. Write, rewrite, write, and find ourselves in the chaos of change and assimilation.