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there are nights when you're all alone
in the dark
where the only light
is the glow of the computer screen
and words can't seem the scratch
the surface of your skull
and bit by bit
the sentences, phrases, and letters
attached to your synapses
drown
in your subconscious
in the dark
where the only light
is the glow of the computer screen
and words can't seem the scratch
the surface of your skull
and bit by bit
the sentences, phrases, and letters
attached to your synapses
drown
in your subconscious
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Poem I've just finished writing.
Other stories by Christopher Novas
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so true!
In the only written statement Mr. Twombly ever made about his work, a short essay in an Italian art journal in 1957, he tried to make clear that his intentions were not subversive but elementally human. Each line he made, he said, was “the actual experience” of making the line, adding: “It does not illustrate. It is the sensation of its own realization.” Years later he described this more plainly. “It’s more like I’m having an experience than making a picture.” The process stood in stark contrast to the detached, effete image that often clung to Mr. Twombly. After completing a work, in a kind of ecstatic state, it was as if the painting existed and he barely did anymore: “I usually have to go to bed for a couple of days
Particularly like the 'bit by bit' line, with its tie in to the computer. Clever.