Opening the Pipe
The pipe is opened, Flowing the fluid frets, A vein glimpsed, Of vapid regret.
101 Poems
This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
Poems to come…
I’m a professional creative and I find I can cleanse myself of most of my creative needs through my work… but… I have one small passion which I can rarely express.
Cut Up poems or writings have long held my heart dear. The wonderful juxtapositions that happen through chance can be more powerful than those created by thought. As so many artists will tell you, the audience completes the picture, and with cut-ups this notion is taken to the nth degree where it’s ONLY the audience that has any power over the piece.
I’ll be using this blog to experiment with my cut ups. I have discovered and formulated process which make for some compelling pieces. I hope you find these pieces as provoking as me.
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