The Moody Artist Cliche
This great myth of the tortured artist, the starving writer, the moody creator needs to be debunked once and for all.
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A Retro Generation: Burnt Out Firecrackers & Faded Flowers
“It was rebellion. Just like every other generation.”
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City | Map Of Emotion | Poetry
With Love From The City Of Flamingos
I found my way into healing and love, helped by words and more recently the arclights of the stage.
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Old Healed Wounds That Ache In Bad Weather
At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
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The Music Of An Ex
Your voice still terrifies me. If anger were energy, you’re a nuclear reactor. But I only saw the gravity, I only heard the pain, I only felt your fear. And inside your head, for you, I became everything I could see. No wonder you hate me. Now, every now and…
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Sunshine Moment
‘Little Miss Sunshine’ is about a dysfunctional American family. But I think it’s really about kicking ass. Let me tell you my own Little Miss Sunshine story.
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Ideart: The Monk Takes A Yellow Submarine
As a bonafide rum lover, I had to have one Old Monk’s bottle in my collection. I kept it for a long time, wondering how best to use the textured surface of the glass and the distinctive squat shape with its plain oval face (where the label goes). I finally…
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Ideart: Music Is The Colour Of Mirth
So I created this, from an old pickle jar, for a friend who wanted a picture of mirth (yellow and orange are those, aren’t they?). The sheet music and the rest of the symbols have special significance for him. Note – This is only one bottle. Each image is a…
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Home bird
Home is a place of comfort, but not necessarily luxury.
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I Style!: Rock Chic
It’s been awhile since an I Style! post came up. Have Mumbaikers stopped being adventurous in their apparel? I think it’s got more to do with the fact that I am not on the road every single day, struggling through a workaholic life and thus extra sensitive to a splash…
