Well, it was a nice thought, that the consumer could influence the product, but we people are greedy, poor, lazy, desperate and stupid. Cost and Convenience are the consumers motives. It would be great to see people being more ethically motivated, but ethics are very expensive, most people cannot afford a high morality. To change the product the producer must change, and as long as money is the goal, we will maintain the destructive consumption.
Obstruction
How destructive self awareness is to art. As soon as I pass judgement upon the download, it corrupts the process so severely, I have to burn the canvas.
Heart
Many folks separate art from the artist, a process they feel is required to not slice each of their enjoyments from their life. But I am increasingly drawn to those nourishing hearts, for their art feeds in a way the heartless cannot. If I do find something new, I learn about the artist with some trepidation.
Waiting
Blue skies, sporadic cloud, each carrying a little rain, warm enough for it to evaporate swiftly. She sits in her car, she turns the wipers on as the droplets hit the screen. A car behind her honks his horn, he eventually drives around her, glaring a glare at her that she never sees. She stares ahead, waiting for the leaf to fly away.
Cynic
As I am saturated
in sardonic comedy
I lose perspective,
I become so cyclically cynical,
with each gag an abstract
analysis of the meaningless
of expression, the humour
so mockingly fatalistic,
I fall into a pessimistic coma,
and lose the ability to
find anything funny.
Letter
Well, I wasn’t expecting a response. There are many who write, they are a focus from many beams, there is so little chance that my one leaf might fall to their feet. I built up no hope, I presumed no outcome, I assumed no fruit from my seed. I forgot I even wrote, I paid no attention to the days, had no ambition from my reaching out, never did I write their joyous replies in my dream, I burned my prospects as the letter left my hand, but why have they not replied?