Ever since I was a child, I have done something which I only realized this year can be turned into artwork.  It started at Church.  I would get the program, and (I believe) to keep myself entertained, I would use a pen or pencil to trace over a given word in a sentence, so that it stood out.  There was no rhyme or reason as to why I did this.  I would simply pick words that I found visually appealing.  Words that needed to stand out.
I've done that for years.  And only in January did I learn about Dadaism and realize that...I am maybe making art.
Here's a poem from tonight
Sin spoke
Pale teeth
Arm outstretched
Truth withheld.
Or this
Rumor reconciled legacies
Aesthetic gives qualities
Interviews memorable
Remember impressions
Similarities classic
A fun one
The sometimes here educators all are American Scotch Calvinists
Or a serious one
Virtues of religion have opposite fortunes
Music
Melodic sounds spoiled
  Either inter-contrapuntal counterpoint
 Octaves together take that logical line
Simultaneously which happens as
  Other problematic voice
 Polyphonic complicated
represents intellectual implications convincingly
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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