art
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Make it new
1 The old descriptions are no longer with us with their odes to silver-brown cobbled paths like rows of distorted chiclets stained with nicotine. We’ve spoken of dusk so many times that the muses yawn when the crickets chirp as swatches of gossamer darkness shove the rosy blooms. … Continue reading
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Dear Rebecca
You do not exist, and I’m reaching a stage in my life where I’m wondering if I do. Not in a bizarre new-age sense of self-deaths and non-being-being that engenders ‘deep spiritual growth and gives one a blue-tinged halo of serenity’, but in the sense that I’m inching forward each day, charting a meandering course… Continue reading
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Artist
After failing as an artist (a synonym for unemployed), I worked in a mine in rural America. Not much in those badlands, except weeds the colour of my skin, jingoists who loved guns, and Confederate flags. There were some good people like the ones who left me alone as I… Continue reading
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On Art
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. – Pablo Picasso Dear writer, As I write this, the sun sets, bathing the city with purple melancholia. There’s an ashy wren-warbler sitting on a branch outside my window. Gentle nuances of grey and brown, cover most of his back, and… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff. You’ll find his other blog here.
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