of a girl alone in her blue
bedroom late at night
who stares at the bitten
end of per pen
wondering how to write
so that what she writes
stays written...
It seems unfair, somehow, that my body has to sufferbecause I, by which I mean my mind, was saddledwith certain unfortunate high-minded notionsthat made me tyrannize it and patronize itlike a cruel medieval baron.-Katha Pollitt"I don't think people read poetry because they're interested in the poet. I think they read poetry because they're interested in themselves." - Billy Collins
I find what Billy Collins stated to be very accurate, both in terms of poetry and painting. You see, the observer is allowed to relate to a given piece because the creator gave it room to resonate with the individual. In a sense they have completed a piece that is in its very nature, still incomplete. Even if the painter, for instance, had manifested and created based on a specific object, the turn out will vary in symbolic meaning dependent on the given individual. It may be filled with a multitude of literature, yet no one can deem it so; its outward projection left as a meaningless form until the eye of the beholder reads it closely and forms one's own identification with it.
my beautiful work
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