Poetry is an interesting thing.
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. The attempts of people to reach a higher level of consciousness. Funnily enough, I believe most of them end up depressed. Or were they depressed in the first place, and that accounts for the desire for something else?
And what of the dead? They lie without shoes
in the stone boats. They are more like stone
than the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse
to be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.
Art in general is interesting, really. I have heard that humans are distinct from animals because of their ability to create and appreciate art. But when art becomes not a question of talent, but purely of creativity -- and it seems that
anything can be a work of art, based not upon what is actually there but upon its potential ability to make someone, somewhere, feel something beyond the work itself, does that tread the fine line between art and not-art, or does it destroy it entirely? Then would not everything on this earth be able to be considered art? If human excrement in a museum can make someone have an internal revelation, I don't see why your neighbor's breakfast isn't capable of the same thing. Or would art then have to be defined by the desire of the creator to make art?
In other news, if anybody has any of those leftover plastic Easter eggs, I could use them. Without the candy or whatever else comes inside, I don't need that.
[FILTER : JASMINE]And you are quiet.