If you are like a reader like me you love hard copies (paperbacks) as opposed to ebooks. You love how they feel in your hands, how they look, how they smell and how decorative they can be. The navigation is a bit smoother and easier and they make browsing more fun. Yes, we love actual… Continue reading Why I Prefer eBooks Over Hard Copies
The bus, the room, my death The eyes, the face, the voice The look. Reality bound by pain and despair, The storm before the apocalypse, Future glowing with darkness. It burns when the blade parts the skin, I bleed ashes.. The bus, the room, my death The eyes, the face, the voice The look Our… Continue reading I Bleed Ashes
Disclaimer: I don’t review things because they are new or old. I only review when I am called to. In my Pop post, I talked about how corporate interests, mainly to make a profit, squeeze out and aesthetic interests, artistic freedom and creative growth. This isn’t new, many people know this. Corporations will always focus,… Continue reading Miley Cyrus Unplugged (Corporate Interests vs. Aesthetic Interests)
This post continues from the previous one. It is about the three things (I only discuss two in this post) that I think get in the way of people truly appreciating/enjoying pieces of art as they should. It is about things and practices I think impair our judgement of pieces of art or our ability to… Continue reading On Evaluating And Enjoying Art: Pt II
The evaluation of art wouldn’t carry much importance or a point if all art was the same or equal in quality. It would make even awarding merit to any piece of art something futile and arbitrary. Despite this, there are those who cry out that there isn’t good or bad art, that these concepts are… Continue reading On Evaluating And Enjoying Art: Pt I
It used to be that publishers would decide what gets published and what doesn’t and only a certain amount of books were published a year. There was a kind if an artificial limit practiced by the big publishers, circumstances dictated the phenomena. In reality, there was and always had been a plethora of books and… Continue reading Worst Or Best Times To Be A Reader?
He thought he would never pull another one, his breath that is. His knees were shaking. His heart pounding on his chest like a mammoth grappling for escape, hysterical and frightening. Soon his body trembled from all the places he thought impossible, his belly and butt. It felt like spasms. His thoughts screeching in his… Continue reading Burning Up