...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TXdU9LMmv4. . . Writing is the artform of
expression: Identify with the theme of the
artwork And you can identify with the
author, Identify with the author And you can identify with intent,
with Cultural landscape, biography, with
social origin, Family, with the psychological
markers That’re ascribed to our very
humanity. . . This place, is an arena. It is Practice - we look to what others Respond to, find patterns Analogous to the world at large. And every beauty - whether genuine Or calculated - each banality, Each ugliness, remains but a reflection Of the very qualities, conditions, . Of what bind us to who we are. . . I don’t know what to make of
that. But I cannot help it If when given a good enough look, I find myself at the end of a telescope, . absolutely . disgusted. . . . © 2024 Ookpik |
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