Other times, I don't believe in messing up at all.
[wishing on the latter]
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Love. [in a nutshell]
It means something different to everyone, which is funny, because it takes two.
Some say they know it at first sight.
Some say they know it after two weeks.
Some say it's once in a lifetime.
Some say there's no such thing.
Some say they don't know it until it hurts.
Some say they wake up one day and just know it.
I say it's independent of all other sources of the same.
I say it's independent of feelings.
I say it's always there and it grows through different factors.
Time.
Understanding.
Experiences.
Empathy.
Compassion.
"Love everyone. She, in time, sees that it makes her understand a little more."
And I am all about understanding a little more.
<3.
Some say they know it at first sight.
Some say they know it after two weeks.
Some say it's once in a lifetime.
Some say there's no such thing.
Some say they don't know it until it hurts.
Some say they wake up one day and just know it.
I say it's independent of all other sources of the same.
I say it's independent of feelings.
I say it's always there and it grows through different factors.
Time.
Understanding.
Experiences.
Empathy.
Compassion.
"Love everyone. She, in time, sees that it makes her understand a little more."
And I am all about understanding a little more.
<3.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
A [Fateful] Bench
The need to experience.
The need to create.
[He inspires me]
I want to use a million words, but a woman I hold in the highest of respects once told me...
"Poetry is saying as much as possible with as few words as possible."
I think that holds true with any art. Except in writing novels, in which case the author is free to ramble.
One more perfect poem. One more perfect photograph. One more perfect song. That will make me happy. Yes? Er.. maybe no.
Tonight, while sitting on a [fateful] bench, I had an epiphany. Audiences like "old, worn out" art all the same as the "new, innovative" art. And artists feel best while creating. Not after creating. While creating. So when an artist starts to hate the old, they must create the new to be satisfied. Which is really alright. It keeps the artist [temporarily] happy [until they hate and recreate], and it keeps the products popping, adding to what the audience already likes. So really, we have to hate our art, or we will never have the need to make more. And making [honest] art [when not frustrated] feels good.
Sometimes, my heart is so filled with passion, I have no greater desire than to capture absolutely every piece of beauty from absolutely everywhere and shove it into a ridiculously dense multimedia piece of love. Yes, if I could do one impossible thing, that would be it.
I'm in the mood [to go make stuff]. And make stuff, I shall do.
Love.
The need to create.
[He inspires me]
I want to use a million words, but a woman I hold in the highest of respects once told me...
"Poetry is saying as much as possible with as few words as possible."
I think that holds true with any art. Except in writing novels, in which case the author is free to ramble.
One more perfect poem. One more perfect photograph. One more perfect song. That will make me happy. Yes? Er.. maybe no.
Tonight, while sitting on a [fateful] bench, I had an epiphany. Audiences like "old, worn out" art all the same as the "new, innovative" art. And artists feel best while creating. Not after creating. While creating. So when an artist starts to hate the old, they must create the new to be satisfied. Which is really alright. It keeps the artist [temporarily] happy [until they hate and recreate], and it keeps the products popping, adding to what the audience already likes. So really, we have to hate our art, or we will never have the need to make more. And making [honest] art [when not frustrated] feels good.
Sometimes, my heart is so filled with passion, I have no greater desire than to capture absolutely every piece of beauty from absolutely everywhere and shove it into a ridiculously dense multimedia piece of love. Yes, if I could do one impossible thing, that would be it.
I'm in the mood [to go make stuff]. And make stuff, I shall do.
Love.
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