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so, I made a really crappy poem for some writing competition there was more formatting, but I was too lazy to html this thing to death:
What is A R T?
It is paint splashing over a blank canvas.
Words, sloping and swirling across a page, revealing a story.
Clay taking form of a hand, stretching out in an U N K N O W N L O N G I N G.
For what is art without clay?
For what is art without paper?
It is a small being, displaying a story with jumps and spins on ice.
A skier, releasing earthly attachment and becoming one with the snow.
A singular soul, showing all of a life’s tale through D A N C E.
For is art only tangible, seeable things?
Is it only to be made, not experienced?
It is lungs breathing life into a trumpet.
A calloused hand, plucking at strings.
Fingers flying over keys:
Producing a melody
unable
to
be
captured
in
a
S I N G L E
M O M E N T.
For must art be only seen, and not heard?
Is only the sense of sight meant to be used in art?
This is the breath,
the life,
the individuality,
that makes the world.
Tangible art.
Music.
Dance.
If they are all art, are they all not the same?
Do they all impact and shape the onlookers life as one?
N O.
Do the tangible, the captured, the still works of art-
yank
the
soul
away from the body
for all of a MOMENT,
then return it with good feeling?
Do the pictures, the paintings, the statues stay behind the eyes,
behind a dark veil that comes out at night
to
replay the scene,
to
show the art again?
Does the dance-
the watching of movement-
affect us the same?
Are you
H
A
U
N
T
E
D
by the wraiths that perform before you?
By the ghosts of souls who show feeling so expertly, one must ask oneself if their eyes
do
not
lie?
Does this do something for music?
Does the melody
softly
quietly
sing inside you for days to come?
Is it nothing but the tangibles,
the things we observe with our own senses,
Nothing but the
C O V E R E D aspects
that stay with us?
Is the human race
really
so
B L I N D?
Is it nothing but what we actually see that sticks with us?
Do we not see, smell, FEEL the effort,
the sweat,
the tears,
the life poured into the work?
We forget of the raw feeling underneath it.
There is an art to E V E R Y T H I N G.
War.
Peace.
Death.
Life.
So is E V E R Y T H I N G art?
And in turn, I ask again, WHAT IS ART?
A R T
is C R E A T I O N.
The CREATION of a B E A U T Y.
The BEAUTY of a LOVE.
LOVE is Art.
A passion,
a desire, a longing-
Without these, can there be art?
Can there be creation?
Can there be beauty?
Can
there
be
L I F E?
I answer no.
What is A R T?
It is paint splashing over a blank canvas.
Words, sloping and swirling across a page, revealing a story.
Clay taking form of a hand, stretching out in an U N K N O W N L O N G I N G.
For what is art without clay?
For what is art without paper?
It is a small being, displaying a story with jumps and spins on ice.
A skier, releasing earthly attachment and becoming one with the snow.
A singular soul, showing all of a life’s tale through D A N C E.
For is art only tangible, seeable things?
Is it only to be made, not experienced?
It is lungs breathing life into a trumpet.
A calloused hand, plucking at strings.
Fingers flying over keys:
Producing a melody
unable
to
be
captured
in
a
S I N G L E
M O M E N T.
For must art be only seen, and not heard?
Is only the sense of sight meant to be used in art?
This is the breath,
the life,
the individuality,
that makes the world.
Tangible art.
Music.
Dance.
If they are all art, are they all not the same?
Do they all impact and shape the onlookers life as one?
N O.
Do the tangible, the captured, the still works of art-
yank
the
soul
away from the body
for all of a MOMENT,
then return it with good feeling?
Do the pictures, the paintings, the statues stay behind the eyes,
behind a dark veil that comes out at night
to
replay the scene,
to
show the art again?
Does the dance-
the watching of movement-
affect us the same?
Are you
H
A
U
N
T
E
D
by the wraiths that perform before you?
By the ghosts of souls who show feeling so expertly, one must ask oneself if their eyes
do
not
lie?
Does this do something for music?
Does the melody
softly
quietly
sing inside you for days to come?
Is it nothing but the tangibles,
the things we observe with our own senses,
Nothing but the
C O V E R E D aspects
that stay with us?
Is the human race
really
so
B L I N D?
Is it nothing but what we actually see that sticks with us?
Do we not see, smell, FEEL the effort,
the sweat,
the tears,
the life poured into the work?
We forget of the raw feeling underneath it.
There is an art to E V E R Y T H I N G.
War.
Peace.
Death.
Life.
So is E V E R Y T H I N G art?
And in turn, I ask again, WHAT IS ART?
A R T
is C R E A T I O N.
The CREATION of a B E A U T Y.
The BEAUTY of a LOVE.
LOVE is Art.
A passion,
a desire, a longing-
Without these, can there be art?
Can there be creation?
Can there be beauty?
Can
there
be
L I F E?
I answer no.
your journal is awesome, also I would like to hear the poem if you want to post it :)
aw thanks! I'll post it tomorrow, I thought I did today, but apparently something went wrong :\ I'll fix it later :)
template une :
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『first last』『age』『birthday』『gender』『sexuality』
『appearance』
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『personality』
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『history』
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