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The Final Mutiny
As I sleep
I see those whom would influence me
From this image
I am more than this portrait could tell
As I address these dreaming gallery walls of rusty art
I am asleep
And those whom disavow
To rationalise a fabric with no texture or nature
With eyes of science
Shall you scrutinise the cracks in the pavement
Until they are filled with endless doctrinal
Perspicuous formulae
To the surface I spin
Breathing life into distortion and decay
For no other purpose
Than none that I have or conceal
I twist with animation
Though I am unable to enthuse
At what you see
I see those whom would influence me
From this image
I am more than this portrait could tell
As I address these dreaming gallery walls of rusty art
I am asleep
And those whom disavow
To rationalise a fabric with no texture or nature
With eyes of science
Shall you scrutinise the cracks in the pavement
Until they are filled with endless doctrinal
Perspicuous formulae
To the surface I spin
Breathing life into distortion and decay
For no other purpose
Than none that I have or conceal
I twist with animation
Though I am unable to enthuse
At what you see
Published 4th Apr 2013
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4th Apr 2013 11:15pm
Sometimes stuff just happens. Thought from the intro it was going to be a Dorian Gray piece, but then science took a hit and your disinterest seems almost supernatural. Intriguing piece, thanks.
5th Apr 2013 7:28pm
Thank you for your comment, I will reciprocate. I noticed that authors do not provide commentary of their work. I think sometimes it is required and most certainly helpful to understand the inspiration behind the work.
This was actually written in rebellion in 1997 when I was 25. I started to get frustrated by the lack of appreciation for creativity that did not conform to most of my colleagues, friends and family member view point. Writing can be a very lonely process.
It was meant to be a surrealist piece. There is a visual aspect to the piece, where every letter fails to conform to regular shape or position within the word, (although letters are positioned gramatically correctly).
The Final Mutiny is the mutiny of the text on the page. They have their own will and are not subject to the will of the author.
First part describes the place I often find creativity, mostly a process of spontaneous subconscious thoughts.
Second part vents anger at conventional thinking and acceptble levels/modes of creativity.
3rd part is saying I do it because I can and I don't care how you interpret it. My creativity will not conform (mutiny), my thoughts cannot be contained by convention.
This was actually written in rebellion in 1997 when I was 25. I started to get frustrated by the lack of appreciation for creativity that did not conform to most of my colleagues, friends and family member view point. Writing can be a very lonely process.
It was meant to be a surrealist piece. There is a visual aspect to the piece, where every letter fails to conform to regular shape or position within the word, (although letters are positioned gramatically correctly).
The Final Mutiny is the mutiny of the text on the page. They have their own will and are not subject to the will of the author.
First part describes the place I often find creativity, mostly a process of spontaneous subconscious thoughts.
Second part vents anger at conventional thinking and acceptble levels/modes of creativity.
3rd part is saying I do it because I can and I don't care how you interpret it. My creativity will not conform (mutiny), my thoughts cannot be contained by convention.
