I think it's worth stating that a significant portion of my poetry is too personal to (normally) be shared. These poems tend to be like that above; too coarse to be seen. Do with this information what you will.
It’s that time of year again, isn’t it? The snow is falling, the air is rolling softly between the dried branches. Or maybe it isn’t. If you close your blinds, the difference will melt away like the ice that may or may not be outside. Go on, do it. Are they closed? Good. It’s okay to turn away from the world, just for a little bit. Feel free to light the fireplace, you don’t know how cold it might get. You don’t know much of anything, not beyond what you see. Be a child for a little, it’s good for the spirit.
Your child-like innocence is a gift, cherish it. The history of art is a scrapbook full of children. Arthur Rimbaud wrote about the derangement of the senses, a drug induced state where the world became unfamiliar once more. The Surrealists and Dada artists scrounged the world for common objects to make strange again. They spent their lives walking backwards into unknowing. This is the legacy we’ve been given. Go out and find things, see them as you’ve never seen them before. Walk back to your closed blinds. Ask what’s behind them.
The question of what could be is a driving force in what I try to do in my writing, and what I try to do with this channel. Found is, on a core level, about seeing meaning your own way. I post photography, art and writing for you to interpret, but it’s your job to do so. Everything here is yours for the taking, I just put it out to be discovered. Don’t forget to forget, and take care of what you find.
Your child-like innocence is a gift, cherish it. The history of art is a scrapbook full of children. Arthur Rimbaud wrote about the derangement of the senses, a drug induced state where the world became unfamiliar once more. The Surrealists and Dada artists scrounged the world for common objects to make strange again. They spent their lives walking backwards into unknowing. This is the legacy we’ve been given. Go out and find things, see them as you’ve never seen them before. Walk back to your closed blinds. Ask what’s behind them.
The question of what could be is a driving force in what I try to do in my writing, and what I try to do with this channel. Found is, on a core level, about seeing meaning your own way. I post photography, art and writing for you to interpret, but it’s your job to do so. Everything here is yours for the taking, I just put it out to be discovered. Don’t forget to forget, and take care of what you find.