anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art
taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make
i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture
just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive
Me: *hasnt finished my WIP*
Also me: *already planning a sequel*
So I have a lot of lovely mutuals, but I always love finding new writeblrs so here goes! Feel free to interact with this post if you’re a writeblr, and tell me a bit about yourself and your WIPs if you like so I can follow you!! I’m an especially big fan of:
Sci-fi/fantasy/contemporary genres (although I like most genres! these are just my faves!!)
Found family!!
Funky diverse casts
Preferably nothing too NSFW as that stuff makes me uncomfortable :/
Anything with cool imagery and/or symbolism!!!!
The long post w the good explanation is being shared but not inspiring much help. So, I simplified it.
My illness is straight up fatal. Not gonna beat around thatBush, anymore. I seem desperate for help because I AM desperate for help.
My nephrologist has seen enough improvement in my kidney function, lately, to believe someone my age (early 30s) might have a longer life WITH PROPER AND FREQUENT MEDICAL ATTENTION. Sadly, that just isn’t an option where I live.
Please, if you can help me with moving expenses (even just a couple of bucks) I would be grateful. I’m sinking fast in Mississippi and now my doctors are giving me too much hope to ignore. I wanna get out of this situation and I’m working my fatigued, brain-foggy ass off to make it out of here.
If I can undo the damage my heart failure caused to the rest of my body, I want to. I don’t want to spend another month KNOWING what I should be eating, what medicines I should be taking, what tests and treatments I should be getting… and receiving almost none of it because Mississippi lawmakers think people like me have somehow earned slow, painful deaths.
I always tell myself I’m going to write the idea down and that’s even assuming I remember I had an idea lol…
I haven’t posted snippets from my WIPs in a while so here have a few lines where Zenobia is being 100% that bitch, as a treat
it's been a while
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me when i look @hockey boys.
what is the most brutally honest reason you write?