Poems About Art Seeking Honest Critique
#art
A typical Sunday morning
As I looked into her blackhole,
I knew she needed to use the porcelain thrown
As I waited, I began working on my origami birds
20 minutes later, I heard a swishing, whirlpool like sound coming from the bathroom
She was like, "I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs"!
"Ok, Let's eat!"
I knew she needed to use the porcelain thrown
As I waited, I began working on my origami birds
20 minutes later, I heard a swishing, whirlpool like sound coming from the bathroom
She was like, "I'm cuckoo for cocoa puffs"!
"Ok, Let's eat!"
#art
#food
#minimalist #ThrillSeeking
#minimalist #ThrillSeeking
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You Want To Join Me In A Portrait?
Jennifer lets Rose come out.
After dropping her robe, Rose saw Eric.
She smiled while Jennifer painted.
After dropping her robe, Rose saw Eric.
She smiled while Jennifer painted.
#art
#choices
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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The Feminine Stain
When I was a kid
my dad said he could
tell always when
a book was penned
by female hand and mind,
in cases even where
a male pseudonym was used,
and so he’d have to put it down
and pick up something else instead,
a woman’s prose
being too flowery for him.
He was horrified when
I told him at 12
that my favourite author
was Agatha Christie,
but settled a little
when I was 15
and reading Patricia Highsmith,
because she was a lesbian
and therefore of masculine mind,
to his mind.
...
my dad said he could
tell always when
a book was penned
by female hand and mind,
in cases even where
a male pseudonym was used,
and so he’d have to put it down
and pick up something else instead,
a woman’s prose
being too flowery for him.
He was horrified when
I told him at 12
that my favourite author
was Agatha Christie,
but settled a little
when I was 15
and reading Patricia Highsmith,
because she was a lesbian
and therefore of masculine mind,
to his mind.
...
#art
#feminism
#hate #oppression
#hate #oppression
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A Faithless Eucharist
The only thing that gave me life
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
was art and literature,
though once I confused religion with such,
and so reclining with the damned,
I felt that I could follow Him.
But really it’s as empty as a faithless Eucharist,
and how I used art was only to form
a self that could like dough and flowers rise.
If not the Watchmaker at least
to some sense that you’re whole.
I think I’ll still be cynical and wretched at 50.
I’ve never cared for people, life,
except when evolution twists
genetic imperative’s knife.
#apathy
#art
#atheism #spiritual
#atheism #spiritual
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Joining A Glam Metal Band Is Not Good
Racquel joined Nemesis on tour.
Everything was going okay before the drugs.
She's found dead in Miami.
Everything was going okay before the drugs.
She's found dead in Miami.
#art
#dark
#death
#drugs
#fiction
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In Front Of A Fireplace... And Something Else
Both Rick and Teri
got naked in front of both
a fire and Jeff's sex film crew.
got naked in front of both
a fire and Jeff's sex film crew.
#art
#fiction
#fire
#friendship
#sex
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A Lover's Sketch
We met at a lecture and talked about art, our pasts, and love.
The young student asked if he could draw me, and I said yes.
I lie prone on my bed, eyes closed while he sketches.
I feel his eyes and my body hums with a quiver centered on my cunt.
I am soft and open like a flower, realizing I am wet as if
this confirmed that I’m still among the living.
I feel like a child whose differentiation from the world is
being affirmed in the soft scratching of a young artist’s pencil.
After a few minutes, the pencil was quiet.
I kept my...
The young student asked if he could draw me, and I said yes.
I lie prone on my bed, eyes closed while he sketches.
I feel his eyes and my body hums with a quiver centered on my cunt.
I am soft and open like a flower, realizing I am wet as if
this confirmed that I’m still among the living.
I feel like a child whose differentiation from the world is
being affirmed in the soft scratching of a young artist’s pencil.
After a few minutes, the pencil was quiet.
I kept my...
#art
#sex
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That Made Her Feel Guilty About It
The film's director said "action".
Marilyn approached and slid off her robe.
John started to hump her.
But she saw Harry outside the window.
That made her feel guilty about it.
Marilyn approached and slid off her robe.
John started to hump her.
But she saw Harry outside the window.
That made her feel guilty about it.
#art
#betrayal
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
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Inpromptu haiku
Painted thoughts swirl fast
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
#art
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
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Cord, Bottle Caps, Cardboard = ART
Collage
On
Recycled Amazon cardboard
Fluorescent Lime Cord
.99 at the Super Store
Gatorade Zero bottle caps
Labor - 15 minutes tops ..
Could easily hang in a museum
Instead
It stays with me
Priceless
On
Recycled Amazon cardboard
Fluorescent Lime Cord
.99 at the Super Store
Gatorade Zero bottle caps
Labor - 15 minutes tops ..
Could easily hang in a museum
Instead
It stays with me
Priceless
#art
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Night Call
Pulled me into your lair
Cocktails for 2
Let my passion hold you tight
Surrender ?
Cocktails for 2
Let my passion hold you tight
Surrender ?
#art
#night
#seductive
#temptation
#ThrillSeeking
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Beat Me to a Pulp
"... a type of work produced by half-educated and wholly incompetent writers for consumption by office boys, factory girls, and other persons devoid of culture and literary taste." - R Austin Freeman, "The Art of the Detective Story"
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
#art
#books
#PopCulture #reading
#PopCulture #reading
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