D.B.Tarpley's Amazing Ass Ghost Blog - pt 18
Greetings and salutations people and peoplettes.
You are reading D.B.Tarpley’s Amazing Ass Ghost Blog, formerly known as D.B.Tarpley’s Amazing Ass Blog. I recently mentioned calling it a ghost blog due to the fact that no-one ever reads it. Additionally, without the ‘ghost’ you expect the subject of the week to be Jennifer Lopez, or Beyonce. (No Madonna, bad Madonna – Get your old wrinkled up ass back in your cage… nobody called you.)
So, Ghost Blog it is.
I am not exactly clear as to the reason for a blog anyway. Sure, it gets my thoughts out of my head and onto the little screen – but who would want to read this shit? It is almost like a diary which the public gets to look into only I’m not a budding teenage girl explaining how I practiced giving a blowjob to my pet puppy. There is no titillation to be had here. In fact I am very purposeful in my attempts to separate my personal and professional lives.
Like any artist the events of my life do influence the words and concepts I present to you in my work. But, that being said I am not one to break it all down and say this is borrowed, this is creation. I try to keep my mind open to influence and not filter too much out, but the psyche has a way of throwing things in there which you later read with shock. I have written things before and reflected, ‘no, I can’t put that out there.’ But in general I keep the filter wide open and allow my brain to do its thing.
I am sure I have a story or two which may read like something else. There are millions of stories out there and only about 6,752 ideas. Eventually you end up borrowing one, but this should never be on purpose. If you ever find yourself In the middle of something and you find you are accidentally plagiarizing something else I say just go with it. As long as you feel the idea or concept came to you naturally then it shouldn’t matter. Just do your best to make it yours and own it.
We are all just the lump sum of our individual experiences for the most part. If we were men at the dawn of time and we saw a herd of wild mustang right before seeing a flock of geese flying south for the winter, then maybe… just maybe it might occur to us to conceive of such a thing as a flying horse. But in this day and age who has not heard of a flying horse by the time they are a grown artist. All we do as a society of comfort is hear stories via film, books, music, games… etc. We are born into a reality of fiction.
Therefore, being a storyteller in this land of thrice told tales can be an exhausting endeavor if you let it. But if you just relax, and let whatever story flows from your fingers enter the realm of existence and keep true to your heart… your voice… then you can do no wrong in my book.
So if you excuse me, I am going to hop up on my winged pony… a purple pony… a pretty purple princess of a pony… and fly away.
Until next time, keep reading and have an amazing ass day.
mmmmmmm… puppy pecker.
You are reading D.B.Tarpley’s Amazing Ass Ghost Blog, formerly known as D.B.Tarpley’s Amazing Ass Blog. I recently mentioned calling it a ghost blog due to the fact that no-one ever reads it. Additionally, without the ‘ghost’ you expect the subject of the week to be Jennifer Lopez, or Beyonce. (No Madonna, bad Madonna – Get your old wrinkled up ass back in your cage… nobody called you.)
So, Ghost Blog it is.
I am not exactly clear as to the reason for a blog anyway. Sure, it gets my thoughts out of my head and onto the little screen – but who would want to read this shit? It is almost like a diary which the public gets to look into only I’m not a budding teenage girl explaining how I practiced giving a blowjob to my pet puppy. There is no titillation to be had here. In fact I am very purposeful in my attempts to separate my personal and professional lives.
Like any artist the events of my life do influence the words and concepts I present to you in my work. But, that being said I am not one to break it all down and say this is borrowed, this is creation. I try to keep my mind open to influence and not filter too much out, but the psyche has a way of throwing things in there which you later read with shock. I have written things before and reflected, ‘no, I can’t put that out there.’ But in general I keep the filter wide open and allow my brain to do its thing.
I am sure I have a story or two which may read like something else. There are millions of stories out there and only about 6,752 ideas. Eventually you end up borrowing one, but this should never be on purpose. If you ever find yourself In the middle of something and you find you are accidentally plagiarizing something else I say just go with it. As long as you feel the idea or concept came to you naturally then it shouldn’t matter. Just do your best to make it yours and own it.
We are all just the lump sum of our individual experiences for the most part. If we were men at the dawn of time and we saw a herd of wild mustang right before seeing a flock of geese flying south for the winter, then maybe… just maybe it might occur to us to conceive of such a thing as a flying horse. But in this day and age who has not heard of a flying horse by the time they are a grown artist. All we do as a society of comfort is hear stories via film, books, music, games… etc. We are born into a reality of fiction.
Therefore, being a storyteller in this land of thrice told tales can be an exhausting endeavor if you let it. But if you just relax, and let whatever story flows from your fingers enter the realm of existence and keep true to your heart… your voice… then you can do no wrong in my book.
So if you excuse me, I am going to hop up on my winged pony… a purple pony… a pretty purple princess of a pony… and fly away.
Until next time, keep reading and have an amazing ass day.
mmmmmmm… puppy pecker.
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