Stream of Conciousness Rant

May 10th, 2011

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7 Responses to “Stream of Conciousness Rant”

  1. Robyn E. Kenealy Says:

    TO THE MUSES

    by: William Blake (1757-1827)

    HETHER on Ida’s shady brow
    Or in the chambers of the East,
    The chambers of the Sun, that now
    From ancient melody have ceased;

    Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
    Or the green corners of the earth,
    Or the blue regions of the air
    Where the melodious winds have birth;

    Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
    Beneath the bosom of the sea,
    Wandering in many a coral grove;
    Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;

    How have you left the ancient love
    That bards of old enjoy’d in you!
    The languid strings do scarcely move,
    The sound is forced, the notes are few.

  2. draw Says:

    William Blake is awesome! I like the last passage. Thanks 🙂

  3. Dick Whyte Says:

    Yeah – something gold about this. I know I already spoke to you in person, but Gertrude Stein might be interesting to you at the moment.

  4. Timb Says:

    I like this comic (it is a comic, right?).

  5. draw Says:

    Yes
    We’ll go with that. Honestly (I’m thinking out loud here) I hadn’t given much thought to what these text/word pieces are, they are art.
    I’ve come to realise that I see the whole site as a art piece (which is continuely evolving) now.
    Not just the comics posted under the category of comics. So I see much of the blog stuff as art; comics even!

  6. Timb Says:

    I can see a narrative forming in the word spaces… Thus a new genere is born. Congrats man 🙂

  7. draw Says:

    Nice! That is a fantastic IDEA! I really like it. The word spaces thing was intuitive

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