today, although I have not read much of his stuff, is Charles Bukowski's birthday. And the birthday of the girl in my office, which I discovered because she brought donuts. Not doughnuts, donuts. Which is more than we got from Bukowski today but admittedly being dead is a good excuse. Today I am going to be self indulgent with the pictures and post more variations on an asemic theme; I would say "stop me if you've heard this one before," but part of the reason for doing this project was to see if I had a voice of my own. Judging from the comments/views for the asemic stuff, these posts are the least popular, but you know what, I still like them & think there is more to go at...
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Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them.”
Charles Bukowski
actually, julia, i quite like your asemic work, and this one in particular - i love the depth that you are achieving these days.
ReplyDeleteThanks Billie! Wasn't meant to be a naked plea for comments, just a reflection (not the same as yesterdays) or a musing that maybe I have found some voice even though it did not speak to the crowd...
ReplyDeleteI know my asemic writing stems from an entirely different (opposite even?) place but I love the imagery you have here.
ReplyDeleteAnd though I've heard (just about) of Bukowski, I knew nothing, but truly love what you have quoted here - thanks for the introduction.
And if I didn't appreciate your strangely exotic asemic ramblings, would I post this? - http://100days2011.blogspot.com/2011/08/89-another-point-of-view.html . And Happy Birthday, Charles B., alas I knew him well.
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