Did you write an draft of the poem again? Can you upload it here?
Honestly If I had a body like yours I would not change a damn thing. Your body looks like it is carved out of stone and I mean it.
Thank you. I think a few years ago I would have thought similarly to you if someone had shown me such pictures of a body. But that's the thing about dissatisfaction, it's as unique as the individual who holds it. I'm afraid I will never be truly satisfied with myself, my mind is just too burdened for that; But out of dissatisfaction arises movement and the motivation to change something, not stagnation. I cannot change my thinking or taste the sweet satisfaction of the self, but I can use my dissatisfaction to grow steadily. And that is exactly what I will do.
Do you have a favourite ink? Where did you buy that ink?
I made my favorite ink myself, following instructions from a well-known calligrapher and subsequent refinements and adjustments by me to suit my taste.
When it comes to purchasable ink, I prefer those of Rohrer & Klingner; especially their iron gall ink (german: Eisengallustinte) "scabiosa".
I just buy them from some of their resellers; A german one would be: https://www.feder-fuehrend.de/
Do you have someone special in your life right now? Some of your poems give me the idea that you've lost something. Your calligraphy is beautiful too.
"Someone special" - I think you need to be more specific for me to really answer that.
Understandably, I write a lot about loss and love, which are probably the main themes in my poems; And the two "fortunately" go hand in hand quite often.
Thank you for the compliment on my calligraphy.
I feel curious and I will ask you the same thing, if you allow me.
Do you have a favorite word? If so, which one is it and why?
Have a good day ✨️
Within my soul, a word blossoms, a cherished one, delicate yet potent - "Agonie" (eng. agony), the sweet torment. A whisper of morbid fascination weaves through my artistic realm, where somber works touch me, steeped in melancholy, solitude, hopelessness, and that very agony.
I am convinced that nowhere on this Earth does a dedication to details exist as profound as in a tormented soul. When such a soul transcribes its painful moments onto paper, art is born. An art that reaches its zenith - at least in my perception - in that which is permeated by agony. Every stroke on the paper, every hue on the canvas, every letter, saturated with this tormenting force.
Yet another reason why Agony is my favorite word: I harbor a weakness for the duality of life. Agony sounds so beautifully phonetic, and yet its meaning could not be more contrasting. This paradox captivates me profoundly.
Thank you for your question and I also wish you a day filled with beauty and grace.
Is that your cat? She is so cute!! And I like your veiny hands ^^ are your arms also that veiny?
No, the cat belongs to a friend of mine. Regarding the arms, you tell me.
Wenn du den beiden Menschen aus deiner Wendepunkt Moment Antwort etwas sagen könntest, was würdest du ihnen sagen?
Ich würde ihnen lieber zuhören, als selbst etwas zu sagen.
Worte wirken so bedeutungslos und leer, wenn ihnen nicht das Leben einer aussdrucksstarken Stimme innewohnt.
I'm shocked and appalled that most of your followers are so hyper obsessed with your body. Your poetry is so nice!
Thank you for saying that.
I don't think it's most of my followers, but a small and noisy minority of them. I suppose that's the risk you take when you share such pictures of your body. Is that the way it should be? Of course not, but the world is not perfect and I stopped blindly listening to the words and opinions of strangers a long time ago; and I can only recommend that to everyone - especially in times of the internet.
Meh I really liked your blog but then I read that you listen to burzum .. c'mon man you can't be for real supporting a literal murderer .. sorry but unfollowed :/
It's fine if you don't want to follow me anymore; honestly, I don't really understand why you're even sharing this with me. But to your point, I'd like to add that it's always been a rather troublesome point of argument for me. Certainly Varg Vikernes is a monster from a human point of view and I can't relate to his ideological thinking, nor would I try to justify his atrocities in any way, because I don't want to and simply can't; But his songs, which are completely free of his ideology and other thinking, I find beautiful and I appreciate his talent in this area. Attached is a text passage from the song "Dunkelheit" by Burzum:
When night falls she cloaks the world in impenetrable darkness. A chill rises from the soil and contaminates the air suddenly life has new meaning.
Personally, I am able to look at art separately from the artist, but I also understand if this is not possible for some people.
Could you write your favorite word in calligraphy, please?
It is the german word „Agonie“ (eng. agony).
„Der, so sich zum Tier macht, befreit sich von dem Leid, ein Mensch zu sein.“ | 25
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