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luminous-lu:

not art (by Ana Luísa Pinto [Luminous Photography])

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not art

Don’t do it pretty, make it ugly. No, not like that. That’s too well done. That’s too clear, you need it to be less obvious. How do you get that? Blur it. Don’t make it easy for me to look at. Don’t make it nice. Make it artistic. What’s art? I don’t know, but it’s not that. If people like it, you’re doing it wrong. Just make me hate it. Make me hate you. make it blurry. No, you’re not naked, so you won’t go anywhere. That picture you just put ten hours into and have a bruise to show for? Nothing. Another picture of a terrace with a chair? Everything. Just do it in film. Just do it in a way that it looks like you weren’t actually trying to create, but depicting a reality that everyone sees, everyone can photograph, but you think it’s special and somehow, we all think it’s too, simply because you yelled ‘it’s art’! Use art as an excuse for bad quality. Like the ugly and the unwillingly imperfect — because when it’s imperfect on purpose it doesn’t count — it just counts when you can’t do it any better but you still call it art. Just talk about in a pretentious way, that’s what makes it art. That’s what makes the academic people like you. that’s what makes it work. that’s what galleries want, nudes and blurs and broken film. because we couldn’t all do that. well, maybe we should.

or maybe we should just stop hoping we ever make it in the Art world.

Because fuck you, that’s why.

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I’m just frustrated at some of the replies I’ve been hearing. Apparently, if it’s not photography that looks like it was taken in the seventies, it’s not good photography. If it’s not blurry past the point of recognition, it’s not photography. If it’s nice, if people like it, you should rethink it.

That makes me want to let this whole thing fuck itself and become a farmer.

What happened to art letting us create our own world?

Yeah, right.

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I will keep asking: do not blog my photos without credit AND linking back; do not use weheartit.com to bookmark my photos and please please PLEASE don’t instagram my work. Thanks to those of you who respect these requests.

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I wish I could describe
what goes on in my body,
in my veins and my synapses,
whenever I see you. 

amandaonwriting:

I will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love 
and how you gave me 
everything you had 
and how I 
offered you what was left of 
me, 
and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records 
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
sleeping 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
again.

Charles Bukowksi

amandaonwriting:

Stephen Fry: On Reading & Writing

Read slowly
Savour every word and every line. Reading verse can be like eating chocolate - so much more pleasurable when you allow it slowly to melt inside of you, so much less rewarding when you snap off big chunks and bolt them whole, all but untasted.  In our age, one of the glories of poetry is that it remains an art that demonstrates the virtues and pleasures of taking your time. You can never read a poem too slowly, but you can certainly read one too fast. 

Read out loud
Among the pleasures of poetry is the sheer physical, sensual, textural, tactile pleasure of feeling the words on your lips, tongue, teeth and vocal chords.

Don’t look for meaning
Never worry about ‘meaning’ when you are reading poems. A relationship with the whole art of poetry itself takes time. Allow meaning to emerge at its own pace. 

Be ready to write
Buy a notebook, exercise book or jotter pad and lots of pencils. Take it with you everywhere. When you are stuck in an airport, travelling by train, just doodle with words. Write, don’t type. As you learn new techniques and methods for producing lines of verse, practise them all the time.

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