Raven in Green again..

nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane, and every day, is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, eye can smell the death on your flesh--creeping in, trapped within the twisting fingers of fear, and all eye see is ewe, that face, those eyes, burning like leprosy, eye can see u there poisoning the air, prostituing Nationalism, and eye want to attack, to rip out your heart and lay you flat on your back, and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory...and hate guides our way, eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war, the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage meaningless agression, chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples, in the harem tents--outside, just beyond the edges--eye ride, a cycoptic mare in the fires of imagination. feeding my disease, a river of plagues, eye need something to remind me I'm still sinning that pain is important, that wurdz matter, that healing is possible, that eye am not alone ...in this --guard the houses--triple the watch,--Maidens, dig up your sorcery --sirens, sharpen your rocks..ewe will eat my pain again. whatever you need unite messiah ME

--Wurdz by Otep Shamaya

It's my job.
October 02, 2003 12:57 a.m.

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So I was at BeerTrek tonight ad I was looking at a large painting Mr. X has on his wall. ...he had no attachment to it. It was just given to them and they stuck it on the wall.

I made a comment that it looked like they were trying to paint over the original background which was Crimson, with Naples yellow...but they ran out of paint, or money or the desire to do it.

and he looked at it for a minute....and paused and thought and the said that yes in fact it did look like that and he hadn't noticed before.

My response? "Eh, hey, it's my Job".

It was another one of those mements where I have to pause and comprehend the depth of what I just said.

It IS my job.....what I meant to say as a joking play on be being a Geeky art dork, ya know I'm an artist...so ha ha I'm commenting about art ....really resounded as wow, it's my job.

I don't think I'm explaining it well. But I know what I mean.

update, attempt at clarification.

I was joking that there I was commenting on art therefore making me a geeky art dork. ...BUT it's my job because I'm schooled and trained to look at art and understand it. interprate what the artist had in mind when the exacuted the piece...getting my head inside the technique and understanding it so that I can steal all that is good about it and have it come out in my work. ....therefore it is my job to critque and analyze art and understand why it is good or bad. ...my job.

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