thE definitioN of arT

A Poem by Olivier

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Sometimes I wonder why I write

It doesn’t accomplish anything and my form is often times atrocious, to say nothing of my spelling and grammer.

But I guess that’s ok

Spelling and grammer is such a niche thing, I think that’s the right word and Im too lazy to move my finger over to the parenthesis key to put this scentance in parenthesis. Oh well

I guess writing really is just an escape for me, its not necesarrily bothersome until its particularly asked of me and I have no idea what is being asked of me. You know, when the prompt has such long complex words that its difficult to comprehend what its really asking, no? ok.

I know that my writing style is odd, heck I would even argue bad. But Im still going to write. Just writing these little tid bits, about life really entertain my mind. Its like putting all of your coherent thoughts on paper. Tacos!!!!!

Ive been asking people to define art recently. What is it and why is it here and questions like that. Many people start confused and then later say that it’s a way to express yourself. That’s not really an answer I would argue, that is an example of how it is used. But what really is it? What makes something art and another not art. Could everything be art? Is creativity itself art? Is all art equal? At first, my thoughts about art was that it is a snapshot of one persons reality. A instantaneous moment of brilliance showing a snapshot of ones reality. The better the art, the more accurate it is to the persons reality. Is what Im writing right now art? Hmm… I could say that it is because I’m capturing my current reality, but that is false. I am not capturing my reality or anything of the sort. Im really just talking about whatever thought comes into my head, not necessarily the fact that Im supposed to be working on homework after taking a standardized test and instead am writing a random rant about nothing at 10:36 in the morning but by the time I finish typing that it will be 10:37 and damn is it hard sometimes to type the colon. I almost just left the semicolon.. if I put two semi colons, does it make a full colon so a ‘:’? agh now its 10;38. See… life never waits for you. Never ever. Time is always moving forward, never stopping. Though I do know how to live longer, not actually but experience more in the time you have. You have to commit everything you see to long term memory, that way, theres no time spent wasted. No time where you cant remember anything. When you sleep, you aren’t perceiving anything nor commiting anything to memory. Its why sometimes dreams are so hard to remember. Because your brain disregards them and does not commit them to long term memory, however, if you say your dream aloud and make it real, then you will remember it easier. Fun fact. That reminds me of another thing I was thinking about that I was planning on saying, how to catch/kill a fly/mosquito/little tiny meanace. (Now that I think about it, this work really isn’t art because Im capturing much more than a tiny snapshot of my reality. Im trying to capture my entire reality… and failing. Its so hard to do) But I digress kind of I guess a little bit. If you move your hand quickly, they are smaller and live their lives faster than we do. Its why they live so much shorter than we do, but they experience just as much. In this way, they see our hand moving in slow motion so it is easy for them to dodge it. If you move your hand very slowly, it is even slower for them and they wont even see your hand moving. You can trap/kill flys/mosquitos easier this way. It works too. Cheers!!! Life haz. Hmm… I suppose I should write something resembeling a conclusion to this mess of words

I would just like to make it known that this style of writing is quite unique. It is something new Im trying which differs from the popular conepts of art. I try to capture the entire reality of something as I understand it instead of a specific theme, idea, motive, emotion, whatever…. I belive that norms and rules are limiting our ability as humans to suceede. Its why grammer in this entire… blob of letters… is usually ignored past what Microsoft Word and I do automatically without thinking. Il probably write a poem or something of the sort about my thoughts on grammer and English. I doubt that it will be anytime soon as although I love to write and literally just pumped out this 800+ words in 30 minutes, I don’t have time for it often. (Its now 10;49 :)) Have a wonderful day whoever’s reading this