Others

Others are blasting off into the sky
In things that your grandpa thought never would fly

Others are carving their footprints deep into
The crust of the Earth
And then into space
While others burn their face
Into your brain
It's all the same

Others are steaming out patterns
Left behind in invisible ink
Picturing plans and elevations
And equations

Others are sculpting toys
From the rarified air
And electrons and light
They feel just right
In your hand

You don't understand

How others, god damn them, they got to make
And your unfortunate fate is to bake
In a desiccated riverbed, minus a claim to stake
Or stacking up cartons in a Supermarkt
Or typing up nonsense long after dark
Alone in a suburban office park

With rules made by others
Who give cuts to their brothers
While your spirit smothers

Okay, well I'll start with someone else's art...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CFPg1m_Umg

Just for a bit of inspiration. This is pretty amazing.

first post on wispirs and scribbles

A short welcome to all comers. This is my third blog, to be devoted entirely to creative matters, primarily visual arts and music. Perhaps some writing as well, by which I mean non-blogging writing--literary-style shit.

There will be no personal anguish here, except the anguish of not being able to place that first brushstroke on the canvas because I can't convince myself that I actually can paint. I have my other active blog with which to scream and weep and rail against the whole injustice of modern life to no one in particular.

There will also be, at least for the time being, no images to accompany my ramblings, since I have no scanner.

And now, as is customary, the long wait for my next post begins.