Digital Slivers

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While art may at times be disturbing,
It is up to artist to say..
Whether this be art or truth
Chaos struck on the chords of facebook’s hearts
Unable to say, leap to conclusion of disturbance
While playing war songs on YouTube
Chaos theory of politica becomes nanoparticles of dust
Not to say always managed seriously
Nor to say ever unincensed
In the night the werewolves come
Villainy in their minds and blood on their hands
Yet untwisting the mind can be poetry rather than violence
Too late for some, too late for many
Political aims credited yet different aims and means
Sickly demented persons wickets away from their nine
Each title rammed down, each lesson unspoken

The slivers of glass, not to be eaten by ogres
Nor to be tormented by the furry cobras…
Flight and flags raining down everywhere, signs and more signs,
as multitudes teleport in
Trickery awake and aware but unable to know peace
The work ahead a long journey, not too sloggy we hope

Jump further in pieces of armor of heart
Slight chaos and disappointment
The wisdom of the electorate profoundly off or stolen
Chimed the midnight, “Nevermore”

It is up to artist to say..
Whether this be art or truth or nought or neither or both
Or to keep silence on matters of which words were which


“Sometimes paper is the only one who will listen to you” -source lost
“A writer who isn’t writing is an intolerable beast” -source lost

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Nonlinear Verse 12/12 #3 with Many Crossouts

it rankles suburbia to know these things
hitting on the answer the gloves go on
no one drifts into the silence of dreams
one weather, one feather, a ball and a stick
the visions of worship and art videos
some people go closing their eyes to the truth
one person is worthy and one she is not
my mother said hit you but i didn’t buy in
I love thee most truly, both thee and thine
some people go their whole lives without
some people go dancing some people stay in
a broken man pleads for recognizance
this we know, according to Ruth
a piece of your mind to put them on ice
a clump of unrequited goes unasked for
one mother, one lover, one cat and one job
some people don’t know their ass from the roof
I love your locks but I don’t matter
a clover, a rover, your picture on the cover
a jumble of sensoria tumbles from the closet

Summer Archives #2

Until the seasons change, do nothing but study, computer work, and writing

How to increase output; and decrease time spent –

Key to stress % Undoing

Watching the world pass, as, paychecks vie for attention

Against grades, dishes, garden

~~~ & longer term art and vision

Under the suppressing wail of freelance and class

Wondering why I did not attain the state of vacation @

~~~ semester’s end

nude by onesergey – flickr

nude by onesergey - flickr

https://secure.flickr.com/photos/onesergey/7504122464/lightbox/
All rights reserved/ copyright on this one. Hence the squshed image.
I just like it. no further point.
Also, if you are reading this and have not yet, check out my earlier posts on living on minimum wage @ 31 hours a week / striking foodservice workers. They are not more than 6 or 7 down.

The troubles of the art world

The troubles of the art world

Expressed in a brief tale:

Although allegedly the most oversubscribed degree

What is really the cause of this?:

Someone goes to private high school

Spends a quarter large at RISD

0 Graduates  _ ?

and years later/ having not found success

0 operates a food truck until 2 am

is perhaps happy

is it better than art?

can’t afford the bill for living wages,

on low sales?

or do we simply

get all the visuals we need for $20

from some factory somewhere

trading focus grouped impersonality

for cheapness

and easyness

surrounding surrendering the millions to the corporate infrastructure

(note: the designer of that print makes at most 50k maybe 35)

candlesticks and tv ads

is it that we are simply no longer interested in permanence?

permanent images, permanent icons, things to keep

no matter that I set my price by the hours — still not interesting enough

not low enough

not even my artist friends show up to look

The troubles of the art world

The troubles of the art world

Expressed in a brief tale:

Although allegedly the most oversubscribed degree

What is really the cause of this?:

Someone goes to private high school

Spends a quarter large at RISD

0 Graduates  _ ?

and years later/ having not found success

0 operates a food truck until 2 am

is perhaps happy

is it better than art?

can’t afford the bill for living wages,

on low sales?

or do we simply

get all the visuals we need for $20

from some factory somewhere

trading focus grouped impersonality

for cheapness

and easyness

surrounding surrendering the millions to the corporate infrastructure

(note: the designer of that print makes at most 50k maybe 35)

candlesticks and tv ads

is it that we are simply no longer interested in permanence?

permanent images, permanent icons, things to keep

no matter that I set my price by the hours — still not interesting enough

not low enough

not even my artist friends show up to look

The Mill

uncertainty of time
postage
those who post
Until the seasons change
Do nothing but study
Computer work and writing
How to increase the output
And decrease time spent
Key to stress
Undoing
Watching the world pass as paychecks

vie for attention

Against grades dishes garden

& longer term art & vision

Under the suppressing wail of freelance & class
Wondering why I did not reach vacation

@ semester’s end