Is my new writing blog, I’m going to try and write at least once a night. I’m a bit distraught at the moment with my quality of my writing, so hopefully I’ll be able to note some improvement over time.
Basically it is just me throwing up my brain. If you follow me, it would be lovely and I’d appreciate it quite a lot, and I will absolutely follow back!
“you sleep in a foreign language most nights now, but the constellations still collide in the same shapes for both of us. they are still slung arrows and roaring mouths. pull them apart with your fingers and teeth, and i will cup my hands and collect them for you as you drop them out of the sky. solar shine on midnight shrines on the beds we made from darkened pine. on forest floors we wrestled love to its knees. living on flesh and wine. chemicals seethe and writhe. my heart bursts and blooms, unfolding messily from my chest and dripping with wishes. we shared our dreams and they ran through us like wildfire. do the gods chant outside your window in your room buried in such deep south? do they wet your face with war paint as you sleep? whisper in your ear in wicked tongues? and you start awake, clutching at your own skin and instead feeling not your own pulse but mine. drowsing so many mountain ranges and riverbeds away. when you step outside, strange bright birds sing out in wonder. the sun burns like a coin in the back pocket of your mind. the stars i hold smolder in my hands, burn holes, and one morning you wake up with a dozen tiny freckles smoking on your palms.”
He can’t quite remember the exact moment or details of when he initially came into existence; just swirls of blackness against a film of hazy white; a sudden explosion of red and orange; and a spark of being was infused into previous lifelessness.
“It was diaphanous, dreamlike, a ghost-thing, the color of smoke, and it welled up like silk under water…”
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Read moreI’ve got an assignment due tomorrow (today, technically) for my Art & Design workshop, and as usual I put it off until a few hours before I have to hand it in. I’m working on it right now. The project is entitled “It’s about time” and here are a few lines from the prompt:
”Any narrative is based upon the idea that objects, environments and circumstances all change as they exist through time. Time is a tricky thing to describe in visual terms, but artists have devised countless ways to do so over the centuries … for this project, you may use the spatial or temporal medium of your choice. You may work in a representational, abstract or non-objective mode.”
Juan is one of the most incredible human beings I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. His blog is usually a lot of great funny and a lot of great art, but here is a beautiful, thought-provoking, emotionally taut yet cathartic piece of writing.
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[Picture: Background - six sections like a pie, each with a different page of a book or writing in sepia tones. Foreground - disembodied head of a panda, chewing a plant stalk also in a sepia tone. Top text: “can’t think of what character should wear” Bottom text: “search google images for an outfit”]
Dear ‘writers’ everywhere: don’t describe outfits in detail. Seriously. Don’t dedicate an entire paragraph to that, please. It makes your work sound like the worst kind of fanfiction.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkz9l2kOCO1qhcf9jo1_500.png)
[Picture: Background - six sections like a pie, each with a different page of a book or writing in sepia tones. Foreground - disembodied head of a panda, chewing a plant stalk also in a sepia tone. Top text: “can’t think of what character should wear” Bottom text: “search google images for an outfit”]
Dear ‘writers’ everywhere: don’t describe outfits in detail. Seriously. Don’t dedicate an entire paragraph to that, please. It makes your work sound like the worst kind of fanfiction.
