I just realized. I can do anything. Anything. Anything.
I start with this blog post. I have never posted anything except poems/stories which on re-reading sound like someone put honey powder in a glass of water and swirled it all around. That changes now.
I wish you could feel me. It's so... liberating.
I could make up a metaphor-like simile which makes no sense, and claim that it makes sense to me. And then you would think hard, and realize with a whooshy sigh that it indeed does make sense, and that I'm right. Except that I'm not.
Why does this blog exist?
Hi, you. You, who are reading this. Why aren't you talking to me instead? Send me an email. Call me, definitely. Discuss the span of your mind until the day wakes up. Are your thoughts linearly independent? Do our basis vectors match? We should be friends. Hi.
Cat.
I start with this blog post. I have never posted anything except poems/stories which on re-reading sound like someone put honey powder in a glass of water and swirled it all around. That changes now.
I wish you could feel me. It's so... liberating.
I could make up a metaphor-like simile which makes no sense, and claim that it makes sense to me. And then you would think hard, and realize with a whooshy sigh that it indeed does make sense, and that I'm right. Except that I'm not.
Why does this blog exist?
Hi, you. You, who are reading this. Why aren't you talking to me instead? Send me an email. Call me, definitely. Discuss the span of your mind until the day wakes up. Are your thoughts linearly independent? Do our basis vectors match? We should be friends. Hi.
Cat.
19 comments:
your posts have always tried to drag my hands on the laptop making my fingers tap on keys to type words to leave a comment only this time they lilt.
your blog is my favorite novel, and you are my favorite romantic fictional hero, I've always wanted to be friends with my fictional heroes, only this time its not a joke I wouldn't laugh about and give my bookmark some rest maybe
Bitten by a different bug
Hi.
Hi. You like cats.
I do, from a distance.
... The only way to like anything with any degree of stability. Where are you from?
Bangalore, India. that's where i'm from. I must say, your poems are beautiful and happy birthday to Dani
Happy birthday to her, indeed. Do you write?
I used to but at the moment letting colors talk instead of words. painting songs and poems I wrote once. looking at corners for inspiration though
I think painting and music are purer than literature. I wish I could paint.
“If you hear a voice within you say „you cannot paint“, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.”
― Vincent van Gogh
Any Art is a balance between technical rigour and inherent creativity. The within, and without.
There's a reason there are more writers than painters or musicians. Education gives us the know-how for writing much more than it does for the fine arts.
It would take effort to pick up a paintbrush and learn 'how' to paint. Of course, this is no reason not to do it.
Absolutely.
I usually paint when I cant explain something in words and I can through a painting.
sort of like Pablo Picasso once said “Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.”
However, your poetry draws beautiful images in the minds of the readers. An artist with a pen for a paintbrush.
Are you and Iris friends? Or the same person?
I am Iris.
Hello, Iris.
I have taken a break from being Iris.
incognito.
but it is nice to be pulled back.
Hello Bug.
Thank you :)
Happy New Year.
meow meow meow meow meow meow meow
meow
Meow right back at ya.
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