Poetry always means something. A poem could not be written without meaning. Poetry is a form of
literary contemporary art meaning that it is a form of work that the reader would have to bring something
to the piece. Behind poetry is an element that is to be unfold. Poetry is not a mystery, but sometimes
the reader has to unfold the context within the poem.
literary contemporary art meaning that it is a form of work that the reader would have to bring something
to the piece. Behind poetry is an element that is to be unfold. Poetry is not a mystery, but sometimes
the reader has to unfold the context within the poem.
In the visual arts, especially in contemporary work, the viewer always looks for a meaning behind
the element of the artwork. Visual arts is a totally different concept the poetry, which is more of a
literary artwork. There is no right or wrong what to any of the two. Both Visual Arts and poetry
carry concept and meaning, but in a way that we process differently.
the element of the artwork. Visual arts is a totally different concept the poetry, which is more of a
literary artwork. There is no right or wrong what to any of the two. Both Visual Arts and poetry
carry concept and meaning, but in a way that we process differently.
I disagree with the phrase “Too Hard”. I believe that if the poet made poetry ”too simple”, by just
writing sentences in stanzas that are simple, then the meaning and context behind the elements
dies. The poetry has to have flavor, and the audience needs to taste what poet is saying.
An artist cannot create art without purpose.
writing sentences in stanzas that are simple, then the meaning and context behind the elements
dies. The poetry has to have flavor, and the audience needs to taste what poet is saying.
An artist cannot create art without purpose.
Passion Fruit
Fruit of knowledge,
Let your blood run down my breast.
Soak into me,
Deep,
as I bite into you.
Serpent's semen,
Race through my veins.
Impregnate me with Abel,
Let my death be victorious.
Soiled hands,
Take me under the tree of shame.
Reject me in the light,
As I walk into flames,
With you.
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