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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
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Whole
There’s beauty in the world, they say, in the honey-yellow sun slinking down the grey, pastel sky, merging with the horizon, eventide apocalypse, in the expressionist dancing with meraki, tossing paint on the canvas, a bizarre amalgamation of thought and impetus, in the quivers of lovemaking, the shudders of last breaths – Eros and Thanatos… Continue reading
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Acid rain and obsidian
If you’re a poet (in the traditional sense), you’ll look at the stars with a hint of melancholy and pen an ode to an imagined lover looking at them in a different city. You’ll write about how you share a mystical connection with her that transcends the boundaries of space, but sadly, not time. You’ll… Continue reading
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A song of experience
A lament rises from these dry bones,encased in a coffin of a wasted life,when I was young, my father,the demon, said, “I am thineand thou art mine,”with a devilish, deceitful grin,when I was young, my mother,the angel, said, “Stay strong andsurely, you’ll succeed,”with a sincere, simple smile,when I was young, my brother,the stoic, said, “Yourfeelings… Continue reading
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Light
Remember when we usedto stand on the dividerat ten in the night andwatch the passing cars,there was something aboutthe light they emitted:broad beamssweeping across the darknesslike an ethereal ideablanketing the rough terrainof a jaded mind,a spark of blessedness,simple and antitheticalto problem-solving afterhours of rumination,the mellower orange splashesfrom the street lampsadded to the allure,saturating us with… 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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