When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.
Artist's Comments
The image can be found at [link] I DID NOT DRAW IT. ^_^ I just wrote the poem inspired by the image (among other things) for the Hidden Qualities contest. PLEASE critique the poem, it needs it.
Thanks ^_^ ~~~ Recall Me Sun-flowers I was staring at the dust of the moon when you said she was painted lazy, that they all are, being born closer to the sun. And now my brushes paint flowered recollections in the remnants of that dusty sun, and I wonder if it ever mattered that you were a bigot against the star-struck skies, caught now in the swirl of our sun-puddle ashes. From here I watch it all go by, thinking about everglade extinction, and black panthers with their invisible spots decayed in yesterday’s Eden reborn of elemental dust, treeless for her three billion year gestation and the hue of my spots still doesn’t matter. |
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Comments
Did you send a copy to the artist of the image?
~Orion
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zerflin: [link]
see - now THAT is poetry.
i don't know what to say except that i was in nature and then i was in painting and then i was human and then i was BLOWN AWAY by the last line
knowing its you and a love for art and nature - its just beyond perfect
(jealous - i write but i don't do poetry really - not imagery like this
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**art requires an open mind**
have a cookie.
btw..thanks for the comments...i can always use them. who the hell is god anyway?
spoken out loud
your painting without a brush
or even a canvas.
-doomit
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I AM NOT IN CONTROL!
-Doomit
Snooping around here b/c I wanted to see the finished product.
*floored*
I really like that you added this last line: "and the hue of my spots still doesn’t matter."
it just makes it. congrats on a great work.
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here lies one whose name was writ in water
i think i have a really random out-there reading on this, but here goes...
artists are born closer to the sun...closer to the light in life, yet more likely to be burnt up by it. they shun the "star-struck skies"--the ignorant masses.
and yea i lose it after that, which makes me think i am completely making meaning up here, but i like it for the meaning that i got from it
the hue of my spots still doesn't matter...the invisible signs of my individuality do not matter, because even if they weren't invisible, you wouldn't care, for to you, we are all the same.
lol forgive the randomness. i think i'll
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i will paint you in silver. i will wrap you in cold.
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here lies one whose name was writ in water
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