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[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64koTSD_9Hs&ab_channel=LuniJan%C4%8Dorait%C4%97 <big>Video Portrait of an Artist</big>] | |||
<big>Text Portrait of an Artist :</big> | |||
A silent conversation with a nameless artist, | A silent conversation with a nameless artist, | ||
That lived in an ‘cut and paste’ apartment, | That lived in an ‘cut and paste’ apartment, | ||
Rented on a nomadic planet. | Rented on a nomadic planet. | ||
He was observing far away worlds | He was observing far away worlds | ||
In the studio | In the studio | ||
Creating rituals through dissolving elements. | Creating rituals through dissolving elements. | ||
To write stories – | To write stories – | ||
He used | He used | ||
Do-it-yourself technologies. | Do-it-yourself technologies. | ||
As we were talking - | As we were talking - | ||
The streets grew emptier, | The streets grew emptier, | ||
The shadow on his face kept silent. | The shadow on his face kept silent. | ||
He said | He said | ||
Storm was finally coming. | Storm was finally coming. | ||
And continued to work. | And continued to work. | ||
As we were watching the sky – | As we were watching the sky – | ||
The clouds made it darker | The clouds made it darker | ||
My eyes getting tired. | My eyes getting tired. | ||
After another silence or two, | After another silence or two, | ||
A coffeepot and ten or thousands of cups | A coffeepot and ten or thousands of cups | ||
I dozed off for a while. | I dozed off for a while. | ||
P.s. I hope the artist will not find out I wrote this poem about him. He doesn’t like that much to be in the center of attention. If you are ever in luck to meet him - please try to find out why he is writing his texts in red only (he won’t tell me why). If you will try to find him – try looking in an empty night streets of Rotterdam (or any other city) as he likes wandering at night. There is a very big chance he will see you first (or perhaps already did), and before you know – short story will be written, and/or a movie will be made based on his observations. | P.s. I hope the artist will not find out I wrote this poem about him. He doesn’t like that much to be in the center of attention. If you are ever in luck to meet him - please try to find out why he is writing his texts in red only (he won’t tell me why). If you will try to find him – try looking in an empty night streets of Rotterdam (or any other city) as he likes wandering at night. There is a very big chance he will see you first (or perhaps already did), and before you know – short story will be written, and/or a movie will be made based on his observations. | ||
Latest revision as of 20:23, 29 December 2022
Text Portrait of an Artist :
A silent conversation with a nameless artist,
That lived in an ‘cut and paste’ apartment,
Rented on a nomadic planet.
He was observing far away worlds
In the studio
Creating rituals through dissolving elements.
To write stories –
He used
Do-it-yourself technologies.
As we were talking -
The streets grew emptier,
The shadow on his face kept silent.
He said
Storm was finally coming.
And continued to work.
As we were watching the sky –
The clouds made it darker
My eyes getting tired.
After another silence or two,
A coffeepot and ten or thousands of cups
I dozed off for a while.
P.s. I hope the artist will not find out I wrote this poem about him. He doesn’t like that much to be in the center of attention. If you are ever in luck to meet him - please try to find out why he is writing his texts in red only (he won’t tell me why). If you will try to find him – try looking in an empty night streets of Rotterdam (or any other city) as he likes wandering at night. There is a very big chance he will see you first (or perhaps already did), and before you know – short story will be written, and/or a movie will be made based on his observations.